The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-07-13


should be forced to yield to its tightenin
grasp ere the newly created object of m
life could be attained.
What cared for the sunlight of gleri
GUS summer morning?
What cared 1 for the beauty of til
Boulevards
: The letter of my dead wife was lynn
against my bounding heart. The shade o
my dead wife was calling upon me to hav
the clouds enveloping it dispelled.
On arrival at Paris, made enquiries o
the most respectable looking official on tn
platform relative to the passenger was il
search of. The official in question called ;
sort of council of war of sous officers
which resulted in my being informed tina
the party in question had alighted from
the English mail train of the previou.
evening, and had driven in coach Number
234 to the Hotel du Louvre Rue Rivoli.
If desired further information should
apply to the Project of Police.
In whirlwind of triumphant feeling
entered coach directing the driver to pro-
coed to the hotel in question Il entered.
There was no one to attend to me;
crawled up the steps leading to the Salon.
81 stopped waiter who was hurrying
past me.
"Did tall gentleman in grey suit
pointed moustaohe, and yellow gloves
arrive here last night?"
Yaas, Monsieur."
/" His name. His name?"
"Benson, Monsieur
"Shew me to his room, quick! quick"
I almost screamed.
"Monseur cannot to see him. He am
gone out dune grand citesse. He forgot
dis" The waiter produced from his pocket
Russion leather cigar-cass, in FURNISHED
letters the initials, c. B., shone like light.
II aoas his. was on the right track.
"Show me to his room. Quick! quick"
Monsieur cannot to see him. He am
gone out"
Where has he gone? Tell me. Here
is sovereign. Where has he gone to9'
"He leave direction NIT Gustave, me
tink. will to see," and the waiter left
me in search of Gustave.
In moment he returned, carrying
slip Of paper, on which was written:-
eff Monsieur de Crut calls upon Mr..
Charles Benson before ten o'clock, say
that Mr.. Benson has gone to 10 Rue,
where he will remain until Monsieur de G.
returns"
Snatching the paper from the hands of
the astonished waiter, and forgetful of my
aching frame, hurried down the staircase
into the courtyard-re-entered the coach
which was still in waiting, and shouted to
the driver
"Numero treize, Rue -. Vite!
Viten'
Tho agony I endured of mind and body
during the journey from the Hotel du
Louvre to the Rug will never be effaced
from my memory. While write this the
recollection of my sufferings is causing
every nerve to culver, eveay joint to ache.
l could not conceive that physical agony
could reach SO high a pitch without killing
that upon which it fed.
Arrived at the Rue -, the goodman
experienced little difficulty in discovering
No. %.
I rang the bell as directed.
"Mensieur Benson"
"Oui, monsieur
"Peut on voir?''
"Oui, Monsieur
brushed past her, tried the handle of a
door opposite me. 1t yielded, the door
opened and saw
My travelling companion, in the same
grey suit, standing at a window. Beside |
him young girl, his right arm encircling
her waist.
I had entered softly and neither of them
was aware of my presence.
Tiger-like lay waiting for spring.
Tiger-like 1 glared at my prey ere 1
burst upon it.
He was talking about me.
"He must have been smashed into
The girl shuddered.
Little did he imagine that stood within
three PAGES of him.
"Why did you net seize him, Charles?"
They were conversing in English.
81 tried to do so, but he seemed pos
sessed Of the strength of three ordinary
men, He knocked me into the carriage.
like racket-ball.
"Poor creature! You should have given
him the letter." said the girl compassion
ately.
"Not if he was going to jump again
Poor devil! it's not giving him much
rouble now"
"More perhaps, than you think" said I.
q. He turned rapidly round. So did the
ri.
.gHe banched. She screamed.
'Good God"' he said and threw his arm
hnd, as if to protect her.
glanced at myself in the opposite mir
j. vas CHASTITY sight.
III hair cletted with blood; blood upon
nvid face, and where the dark-red stain
dAt show broad streaks of caked CRIME
,e anst; my eyes sunk and fiery, as those
Oh .rret; my apparel in disorder; my
o. rlgand in my breast pocket grasping
,e tne,r of my dead wife.
a ed at my own image.
~ = Godr' said he; "what is the !.
NEAR of this p''
1T to have an explanation with '.
70 you' 81 replied.
Sd was preparing for spring.
1said l was possessed of the
strens0 three ordinary men. Don't =
try IL 1 am armed"
n for ven's sake" sobbed the girl, =
~ thro"ihsself between Benson and me,
Ia doh him. He has done you no :.
v wrong will give you money. Take '.
y anything ike-evervtbinp.n il
hush i'd Benson to the girl; there a
Is no aan have only to shout, and p
nan oozesndarmes will spring into n
le this rom y &