The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1874-07-30

AaSCindlIoH anu pafalyZes the 6HOFlS OF tnt
victim to escape the danger.
Life at Gange passed quietly at first
Her mother-in-law was there, and the two
brothers treated her with studied respect
her husband with marked affection. She
began to believe that happy days were in
store for her; but her gentle, trustful ma
ture was no match for the dark and trait.
orous spirits with whom she had to deal.
After a few weeks, old Nine. De Gange
departed; Immediately thereafter the
Marquis left for Avignon, but before he
rode away there is too much reason to
believe that he took his full share in
planning the hellish tragedy thereafter to
/ be enacted
The Abbe's recent conduct had to a
certain extent restored the Marchioness'
confidence, and taking advantage of the
/ fact he urged her to cancel the will, (of
which he had heard in some way as its
| existence would only embitter her hus-
bands feelings. So eloquently did he
/ plead that she actually revoked the will,
and made another in her husbands favor.
Believing that there was no necessity for
canceling the declaration she had made
before the Magistrates, the Able now
supposed that all things were in train,
and with the cooperation of the Cheva-
ller prepared to consummate the crime he
had resolved upon.
On the 18th May, 1867, the Marchion-
ess, who according to custom received
visitors in her bedroom, had assembled a
numerous party. She had never appeared
more beautiful nor in gayer mood. At
last the guests withdrew, escorted to their
carriages ty the Able, while the Cheva-
lier remained seated at the foot of the
bed wrapped in a gloomy reverie. His
sinister look excited vague fears in the
lady's breast, which were soon to be
realized. a heavy determined step was
heard in the corridor, the door was flung
open, and the Able reappeared. In one
hand he held pistol, in the other glass
Of some thick, dark liquid. The fierce
glare of his eyes and the terrible look
which he fixed on the Marchioness made
her hair bristle with horror. Upon his
brothers entrance the Chevalier also arose
and drew his sword The unhappy lady
al first supposed he was going to protect
her, but without word he placed him
self by the side Of his brother, and for a
few moments both looked at her in silence.
At last the Able spoke. In low, pitt
less voice he informed her that she must
die, and gave the choice of sword, pistol,
or poison. In vain did she plead for her
life; her eXecutioners were memorable.
Forced to make choice, she took the
poison, and swallowed the contents Of the
goblet. Some drops fell on her neck
and blackened the white skin with their
corrosive power. So determined was the
Able to do his work thoroughly that,
finding some sediment in the bottom Of
the goblet, he carefully scraped it up
with a spoon and put it to her lips. She
took it, but, with great presence of mind,
retained it in her mouth; then, sinking
back as if fainting, she rejected it among
the bed-clothes. She then begged for
priest. and, deeming their work done,
the brothers left her in search of the
Chaplain, who was devoted to their in
terests. No sooner was she alone than
she sprang from the bed, determined to
make a desperate struggle for life.
Hastily putting oD a loose robe, she
opened the window and sprang out. 1t
was considerable distance from the
ground and, her dress catching on the
window-sill, she would have fallen head
first had not the Chaplain, who at that
moment entered, cIutched her clothes
and so altered her position in falling,
that she reached the ground unhurt.
Selling heavy pitcher of water he threw
it at her. but missed her head by hairs
breadth, and then rushed off to sound
the alarm. The Marchioness forced her
long hair down her throat and provoked
so severe a fit OF sickness that she rejected
the poison. She then sought to reach
place of safety. An ostler gave a horse
and escorted out Of the court yard just as
her two assassins, alarmed by the priest,
started in full pursuit. They overlook
her at the residence of a M. De Prats,
some 400 yards from the chateau. Quite
a crowd had collected, to whom they ex-
claimed that she was mad, which state
ment seemed to be confirmed by her
disordered dress and wild looks. The
Chevalier forced her within the door
while the Able stood guard without with
a loaded pistol. NJ DE Parts was from
home, but his wife was entertaining
party of friends. One of the ladies of
fered the poor Marchioness a glass of
water, but the Chevaler dashed it to the
ground, saying no one must interfere
with the ''patient," and begging them to
leave the room. Believing her to be
mad, they complied. Alone with her
ASA sin, she flung herself on her knees
and begged hard for life. For reply he
drew his sword and stabbed her twice in
the breast Shrieking she rushed toward
the door, when the assassin, Overtaking
her, dealt her five more wounds, with the
last stroke breaking his weapon, the point
of which remained sticking in her shout
der Leaving her writhing on the
ground, he rejoined his brother, saying,
1.-The affair is over, let us go.
Meanwhile the guests and servants had
discovered the Marchioness bathed in
blood, and opening the windows, shouted
for surgical aid Crazy with passion at
thus learning that the work was not
accomplished, the Able rushed back into
the house and clapped his pistol to her
breast, but his arm was seized by Mile.
Brunette, and the ball passed harmlessly
through the window. He gave the brave
girl stunning blow in the face with his
cIinched fist, and then tried to dash out
his sisterin-law's brains with the pistol
butt. Rendered furious at the sight, the
other ladies threw themselves upon him,
and with blows aud pinches forced him
from the room. He rejoined his brother,
and, fighting their way through the
crowd, hurried of to one of the Marquis
estates. There they learned that the
whole province was athirst for vengeance,
and, Fastening to the seacoast, they made
their escape
Meanwhile, the ladies at NJ. de Prat's
tried to staunch the blood of the wounded
Marchioness, and one of them undertook
to extract the sword point. The sufferer