The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1872-06-15

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professedly to keep an appointment,
taking no luggage, and giving no in
dication that she intended more than
a servants ordinary evening walk or
visit. Could she possibly have known
that the train for France started from
the Victoria station at 9:35 Prom
that time until the presentall endeav-
ors to discover her whereabouts have
been unavailing.
And now, the sun having gone down
the lamps having been lighted i'll the
streets, and the footsteps of the re-
turning holiday-makers being heard
tramping over the Park Lane pave
ment, it is easy to picture Eliza Watts
waiting and waiting on, hour after
hour. Left alone in this mysterious
way, she must have felt a perpetually
growing uneasiness. The tramp of
the holiday makers by yandby ceased;
the Sunday night quiet took possess
sion of the streets, and still no mis-
tress returned-no cook came back.
! What an appalling position for the
woman, if she had known all! Eliza
| Watts appears to have done nothing
but wander mournfully about the
| house-now doing, now listening,
hoping against hope for allnock at the
door or a ring at the bell and pray
ing inwardly that her guard might be
relieved. The morning broke at last,
damp, and cold, and miserable; with
at least this comfort-that her young
mistress would arrive at eight O'Clock.
1t was too late now for the despairing
woman to do anything. After mid
night She might have knocked ut the
neighbor's door, or called i'll Il passing
policemen; but now, as she bad put
off acting so long, it would be better,
/ perhaps, to make no scene until the
arrival of the Paris mail The scene
came swiftly and surely enough. Any
one may easily imagine the picture OF
the young lady, fatigued with her
journey, but stimulated with new en-
ergy at the thought of meeting her,
mother, and jumping lightly from the
cab upon, the pavement. Quickly
enough was the door opened by Eliza
Watts. That something strange has
happened is readily seen Eliza's
story is soon told, her suspicious are
quickly conveyed. The duplicate key
is speedily found, the rified safe dis
4 coyered-but on the agony Of the
I daughter when the pantry door is
opened by her hands, and on the aw-
i full spectacle which meets her view,
the curtain may best be dropped. In
thinking over the story, however, the
old motto, Take care whom you
4 trust,H recurs with irresistible force.
/ Apart from the question who commits
the crime, there is the still more OBJ
vious reflection, that no crime is COM
mitted without motive. AS rule,
in murders of this sort, it is generally
/ found that the victims have the DAN
1 gerous reputation Of g keeping money
in the house, 1t is money which is
the great temptation. Many people
4 are far too careless in leaying small
sums about-on the mantel-piece, on
the escritoire, or the table. But they
are terribly responsible if they allow
it to be known that they have in the
house hundreds of dollars of ready
money. It's not necessary to have
more than five or ten dollars at any
/ time. Why does not every house
hold of fortune follow the wise exam
pie of men of business, and make al
their payments by check? Many d,
so, of course !; and those who do not
and who keep large sums of money il
the house. neglect the best security al
their peril For one person that e;.l
steal IL check-book and forge name
there are a couple of hundred, at least
who are able and willing to break
open strong box. Considerations
such as these can not but force them
selves upon those who believe that il
was the large sum of money whicl
Nine. Rel kept iii her house thai
must have been the direct temptation
to her murderer. 1t is saying as .ol(
us the days of the great Roman satir-
ist, and rs true now as it was then
that the emptyhanded trlveler viii
whittle under the very nose of tht
footpad The homely truth of thi:
proyerb has never been brought home
to us;in more terrible form than thu
in which the Park Lane tragedy
forces it upon our attention.
Who was this Marguerite DixblancI
left in charge of a widow lady ard :
safe full of bank notes and costly jew
els? who was this powerful, rudd.
complexioned, dark haired and brown
eyed womane Who was this nlyste
rious cook Park Lane Heste
Dethridge, going about in q greer
satin cloth dress, waterproof cloak
, black velvet bonnet, and a hanging
rose? Some say she is a native o
Vepdun, and i'll league with the com
, munists IA virago OF the last revolu
tion: Others that she is Belgian, VIII
had saved priest from the commun
lists at Verdiin, and who, in conse
quence, came over to this eouitr.
: with special condemnations to Frencl
, ecelesiastics here.-Copy Hook.
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