The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1874-11-22

had gone. nor how; nor did they know
of the removal of the furniture.
O'Donnel and the detectives were
understruok at this speedy and mys-
terious vacation of u building whlch
seemed to have in aud arouDd it. all the
modern appliances conducive to ease
aud pleasure. Back to the city they
hurried, but the fugtives had covered
up their trail SO +ffeotualiy that no
tracks could be discerned. One week
was spent in vain efforts to gain some
clue that would lead to their detection; :;
but Of no avail. Obsrt aud Merv,lle
returned to Europe, when followed the
| bloody. destructive SD .r;ump mphaut
march of the Prussisns to Paris. How
that campaign again brought to view
the Count and Baroness will be ex.
planned by the following letter to Tom
O'Donnel, chief of police:
BERLIN, PRUSSIA. Aug. %, 1871.
Thomas tOD0nnet-DEAR SIR: l
write TO you through friendship and
for the purpose of giving you informa-
tion which am certain will interest
you. On the commencement Of the
war betgeen Prussia and France. en-.
tered the French ;territory with the
Bavarians. and was witness TO the sur.
render of Napoleon at Sedan. Imagine
my surprise at discovering among the
prisoners surrounding Napoleon, Oouut
Gustave Ohrosinski. He has espoused
the cause OF the French Emperor, and
Was one OF his staff, with the rank of
colonel. and the fortunes of war had
placed him in our hands. Again my
curiosity was excited to such an extent
that I determined to renew my former
efforts to learn the whereabouts Of tbo
Countess. With this sinsention I passed
through all the engagements that dis
tinguished our march on Paris, and
had the pleasure of entering q city so
renowned in the history of the rulers
OF Europe. In pursuit. OF my Isg,ti
mato business as detective. WAS COM
PEELED to return to Berlin. Then COM
menoed the fratricidai war that caused
the streets of Paris to Aow with tke
blood OF men, women and children
In the midst Of al! the storm of fire
and iron hail. the former Baroness
Julia Ebergenti, figured Us leading
spirit. Left alone In Paris by her hus-
band, the Count, the events of the sur.
render, the iend,sh aud frantic actions
of the Communi>ts 80 worked upon her
mind. assisted by the awful memories
of the past, that her reason tottered.
One day when the fierce fighting WAS
being waged by the Communists
against the Versailiists, she sailed from
her residence, and with vehemence
and enthusiasm, collected about her
thousands OF wild and crazed women
Day after day they fought, until at
length the barricades were carried q.
the point of the bayonet. A frightful
massacre took place in one Of the
streets of Paris. where theilFrennh
amszons fought with the energy OF de-.
spair. In heap of slain lay this fear
less, wonderful woman-dead, her
body begrimed with powder, and her
garments rent and bloody. At least
ten wounds we're on her person. Prone
upon the paved street she lay, and
| upon her face rested the demon of
passion. As her body was being in
TERED in it's rude resting place, locke
fell from her bosom, and hung pend
ant from her neck by gold chain
That looket revealed her name and sta
tion, and the balance of the story was
told by others. Do you not consider
this remarkable case? and do you not
recognize in this affair, from COM
meocement to end, that truth is
stranger than fiction? l would he
pleased TO hear from you, and will oil
ways remember you with kindness.
With respect. am your servant.
FREDERICK OBERT.
The cotlage on the pike is yet unoo-
cupied, and has become the temporary
haunt Of shelterless outcasts. No one
will inhabit it, as q story of evil ia con-
nected with it, and has invested it ana
its surroundings with weird aud
ghostly atmosphere.
Little Freddie added to his prayer: l.:
"And will God forgive me for killing a
hop-toad with stick aud throwing it
down big bolr? Amen"