The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1873-10-02

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gomery sat in the parlor, arrayed in the best
any American toilet could afford, the card of
i Senor Armengole was presented and in few
moments they were sitting side by side, con.
versing. After they had been there awhile, he
said, abruptly: :eesne'#
~ "Alice, the time has now come when I can
return to my country in safety, and have
come to say goodbye. I am going"
"Going, to be driven forth hereafter. Why
not remain here?' e, ...,..-.
"Remain here! Is it possible that Miss
Montgomery can feel an interest in one like
me, so unworthy of her? Oh, Alice, Alice!
have loved you from the first night I saw
you-loyed you with my whole heart and soul.
Can you, will you not return that love ?"
There was no answer, but a lovely face rest
ed upon his breast, while his arm stole around
a yielding fSrm.
"But why should I talk of love? ?" continued
he, II who am as poor as man can be all my
houses and estatcssswallowed up in the nael-
strom of the past revolution beyond possibility
Of reclamation p .. r. .-r,
"Dear Henrico, have riches; I have riches
for both"
! Sand would you leave friends, home, all that
you hold dear, to share the fortune of poor
exile like myself?"
The coquette was conquered. The face of
Armengole grew very pale, his lip trembled
with, emotion, and his eye grew dim but it was
for an instant only. His face flushed and his
eyes shone with their wonted fire as he said:
"Then be it so. Together we will reach our
far-cf home. Once there, our future life shall
be one. long dream of love.'
A week after this conversation they were
married, and then took their departure for
Caracas, where they arrived in due time.
Armengole engaged a dwelling in the most
fashionable part of the city, and Alice was as
happy as the day was long. Each hour seemed
to add to the intensity OF the love she bore her
husband.
Time sped on its winged flight, and Alice
became conscious of change in the manner
of Armengole. His demands for money be-
came more and more pressing, and she willing
ly acceded to every request. Soon his alb
sences from home began to grow longer and
longer, but he lulled her gentle complaints to
rest by stories of his having discovered a way
to recover one of his many estates, and that he
was compelled to take long journeys to carry
out his plans, always ending each explanation
with fresh demand for money, it being, he
said, impossible to gain his object without 4
liberal expenditure of gold.
One day while Armengole was lying on
sofa in his chamber smoking a cigar, the door
was suddenly thrown open, and his wife rushed
lin with the air Of an enraged tigress. Her
hair was disordered, her face was crimson, and
her eyes fairly blazed with rage. All the fire
of. her passionate nature was fairly reused
within her. In her hand she carried an open
letter. She stopped within few feet of the
sofa, and glared on Armengole as though she
would destroy him with her gaze. The Senor
smoked on unmoved, although he surmised
something terrible had happened. His cool
ness maddened her.
"Armengole," she cried, in a voice almost
choked with passion, "Armengole, you are q
villain You have ruined me?"
He turned quietly on his side, and looked at
her with as little apparent emotion as marble
figure
"7'@"I received this letter moment ago." she
cried. STell me, sir, are its statements true or
false?" and she placed the letter in his hands.
Armengole removed his cigar and read the
letter from beginning to end, without moving
a.muscle of his countenance while so doing.
It read rs follows:
LONDON, Jan. 6, 1872.
DEAR MADAM Allow me to congratulate
you on your choice of a husband. In accept
ing him you not only pleased your own fancy
but mine Also chose him for you. Know
that your beloved husband, Senor Henrico, is
no Venezuelan, but London adventurer, his
real name being Thomas Radclitf, his profes-
sion, gambling. You spurned my love, and [
am now revenged for the slight you put upon
me. wish you every happiness with your
dear husband! Your old friend,
EUGENE CARRINGToN.
"Well, sir, is that letter true or false ?" said
A liro a rnoanuole onnynepced IN refnld tha
letter.
MADAM, it is true" was the cold reply.
"True! Ny God p groaned the wretched
woman, sinking into chair.
every word" replied Armengole.
"Villain villain to lure an innocent girl
from home and friends to serve your own base
purposes, to make the hearts best feelings sub
servient to your love of gain! You have de-
spoiled me of my fortune, leaving me as poor
as you are. But you shall rule this yeti l
have home and friends-''
"a thousand miles away"
GAY, but I will reach them for all that,
though it were ten thousand, and then, scoun-
drel, you shall tremblep'
Indeed Then seek them at once by all
means. have no desire to detain you.
have no claim upon you-you are not my wye."
"Not your wife? Liarp
"Ompn! NOC SO, LOT Wnen L married you
my first wife was still living. ] am speaking
plainly now for the first time since I have
known you. I never loved or cared for you.
You were rich; was poor. Your fortune was
a stake worth playing for; I played for it and
won it,"
While he was speaking, the eyes of Alice
had rested on a small dagger which Armongole
always wore, and which was lying on a table
near her. Reaching out her hand she pos
sessed herself of the weapon, and as the last
words passed his lips she sprang madly forward
and plunged the dagger into his bosom. Ar
mengole uttered a loud cry, then sprang from
the sofa and raised his arm to strike her down,
but she caught it as it descended, then drove
the poinard in his throat, and Armengole fell
forward on his face-a corpse.
Alice stood for moment gazing on the body
with eyes that cleaned the wild fire of insani-
ty, then with wild, unmusical laugh she
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