The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-05-11


is but little way to the Hotel St. Mar
tin"
And Gertrude walked beside the lady
!. who leaning upon her arm, as though al
strength had deserted her But as she
4 husband
"Yon, too have lover, she said. "but
you cannot guess what this dear one is t.
me
Then she told Gertrude bow she had
been passing through the quiet country
place bat yeste rday and rested at cot
tage by the wayside.
81 felt that we should meet again,
said the lady, when | saw your sweet
face. Had you the memory of mcg'
! When Gertrude answered that she
should have known her anywhere, the
lady laughed; but some sudden spasm Of
pain contracted her features, and. for q
moment, she clung to Gertrude more
closely, and hid her face upon her
shoulder. They reached the hotel al
| length, and Gertrude would have left her
There
"You have done NE great service
the stranger turned t, say; viii you
grant NE one more little favor. My own
maid is npt yet arrived; | am slone.
Will you enter with me until | can pro-
cure asstssafct / wall NOT Il tain "a
lond'
Gertrude hesitated, wondering why
Surely she could not distrust the innocent
young creature who looked up into her
eyes with such gratitude and faith.
They entered by side door, passing
through 3 dark narrow passage, theu
through various others, ntilthey reached
a door which opened into large apart.
ment.
| By the dim light which stole through
the closed shutters, Gertrude could sec
that the room was in great confusion.
Heaped upon chairs and tables, and
piled upon the carpet, lay heaps of costly
garments, and splendid jewelry was scat
tered here and there,
| In an instant the lady shook off the
seeming iaintness, and turned fiercrly on
| Gertrude.
l"Fpd!' she cried, you are in my
snales at last | did not think that
could have bcgulled you so easily. Yon
have won my husbands love. You have
taken him from me With that baby face
of yours. But you shall both rue the day
when you deceived me"
AS she spoke she drew a handkerchief
and phial from her bosom Gertrude
rushed co the door, but before she could
cry aloud she felt the handkerchief
pressed tn her face and knew no more
for hours.
| When she came to herself, it was dark,
aud she sat In a great arm chair-where
she knew not.
/ A sound of blows upon door and cries
for admission came to her, and, in a mo-
ment the door crashed open and the light
flashed upon her and upon an awful
scene.
In the midst of the room lay the body
of "a man wtltering in his blood, and
blood was smeared upon her own dress
end hands, xhile at her feet lay long,
sharp dagger.
What did this meang Was she mad or
dreaming.
In an instant the Truth flashed upon
her The man who lay before her was
Gabriel Vandele'tr, the woman who had
enticed her into that room hat murder d
him md left her with the marks IT the
sangu'nary deeds upon her person.
"Seiza the murdercss," cried voices ut
the door. and rude hands caught her
wrists and she was born away with the
crowd hooting and bowling after her
1t seeuel like some fearful dream.
Gertrude fell into strange trance like
stupnr, Though she heard and answered
questions, outward things made but
faint impressions on her bewildered
senses. w
Stubborn facts stood up in awful array
to point her out as Gabriel Vandeleur's
murderess There were witnesses to
prove that they had left the village on
the came day--that they had been much
together of late, and chat Gabriel Van.
dcleur had asked her guardians consent
to their marriage. The name of Mrs.
4 VandeIcur was entered on the hotel
DO ks, and the murdered man was not
known to have had wife. He had Deen
/ in foreign parts for years, and no woman
had accompanied him from Italy. There
was no known motive for the crime, but
there were the facts
| She knew, though she could notwealize
her fearful doom, and with one dull
thought weighing upon her night and
/ day, the slow hours crept by; but deliv-
i erance came at last, and Herbert Howard
had been her human help in time of
trouble 1t was only when she knew
1 that she was saved that the fountain of
her tears lied forth, and in the spot
whore the dreary day had passed she laid
her head on Herbert Howard's loving
breast and wept herself into life and
feeling again.
| This was Herbert's story: Standing by
the bropk side that pleasant summer dss
= lady nad come toward him, an Italian
woman-tall and dark, with blazing
cheeks and eyes on fire with indignation.