Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1874-11-25

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something about him 1 do not like. 1
cannot explain myself"
Parke Moultrie kissed Viola Rhett
before he went away, and a week later
letter informed her that he had
opened law Office in Petersburg, Vir-
ginia.
Occasionally, during the year that
followed the departure of the student,
Viola heard from him, and he from her.
To his repeated advice to watch the
doings of Marion Rhett she at last be-
gan to turn evasive replies, and one
evening the contents of a certain letter
startled him.
Viola was about to become the wife
of Marion Rhett
This announcement, made by the fair
girl herself, drove Parke Mouitrie from
the chair, and he started at the letter,
unable to credit the evidences of his
senses.
"He has fascinated her with those
baleful eyes of his 7" he cried, crunch
ing the letter in his hand. 81 love the
girl she loves me, or did. / know this
BY heavens his plans shall amount to
nothing. l will battle him, if / am
compelled to kill him on the field of
honor. They are not fitted for one
another; the angels in Heaven above
revolt at this match, and the demons
down under the sea rejoice. He has
charmed her, as the serpent charms the
bird. He drove me from the planta-
tion that he might work with none to
molest, nor make him afraid. 1 will
not give Viola up without struggle.
With the spell broken she will return
to me. She is not sinning-no no !
Marion Rhett has done it all r.
Maddened almost beyond control,
Parke Moultrie stood over his law
tables, with bloodless lips and clenched
hands. The room was growing dark,
and the lamplighter was making his
rounds.-The lawyers form was not
visible from the street, but his door,
flung wide, told passers-by that he had
not deserted the Office.
recovering from the excitement into
which Viola's letter had thrown him,
he heard boys voice at the door.
"This is the place, ma am, but guess
MIR. Moultrie's gone out."
''No, 1 am here" said the lawyer,
fastening to the door. eff the lady
will step in, 1 will light the gas"
He saw the door darkened by q form,
clad in female attire, and turned the
gas on. The next moment, he closed
the door, and turned to his visitor.
He found a woman who had not
passed her twenty-second year. She
was very beautiful, fragile in form, in
tellectual in countenance, but there
lurked the fire of passion in her dark
Southern eyes, and it heightened her
loveliness.
She dropped into the chair which the
lawyer pushed to her, and looked him
in the face.
"Do you listen to clients after Office
hours ?" she asked, in rich voice,
which rippled over smile that played
over her coral lips.
"Yes, Miss-or Madam"
"Madam, if you please, Mr.. Moul-
trie," she said, her eyes flashing hate
fully, and then she laid a white, un-
gloved hand on the table. "That hand, !"
she murmured, ''you must separate
forever from the hand it grasped before
the altar five years ago. Do you under
stand, Mr.. Moultrie?"
II think do. You seek divorce.
"And must not seek In vain" she
said, firmly.
Parke Moultrie drew some paper from
the drawer, and sharpened his pencil.
please state your case, madam" he
said. glancing at her.
Five years ago, come the tenth of
next October, l, as Maud Raymond,
better known to the playgoing world as
Mademoiselle Beauchampe, was united
in marriage to Marion Rhett."
At mention of his rivals name, Parke
Moultrie almost dropped his pencil
emotion, and continued after a brief
pause.
81 don't know why I married him. l
never loved him. He had no money"
"Perhaps he had prospects ?" sug-
gested the lawyer.
Prospects !" echoed the petitioner,
with smile. "Ah he had prospects.
He had rich huncle-Randolph Rhett
think his name was. He expected
money there, but his marriage with me
ruined all his prospects. His uncle
cursed him in a long letter, and told
him that he had cut him off without
cent. I hold the letter. After that,
Marion Rhett soon tired of me. He
basely deserted me in Mobile. That
was three years ago. 1 have spoken to
him but once since. 1t was in Harris
burg. 1 was playing my last engage
ment there. 1t was the night of the
Goth of October, 1885,"
What I" cried Parke Moultrie, start
ing again.
Marion Rhett's wife repeated the
declaration.
"Are you confident of the date ?"
81 am. 1 can swear that l talked
with him then and there"
"Mrs. Rhett, on what grounds do
you petition for divorce"
''On the grounds of desertion but
there is another charge which l would
to God the court would hear"
"Will you make it now
She rose to her feet, and looked the
lawyer in the eye. All the passions of
Cenci burned in her eyes, and her
voice was cuttingly vindictive and en-
phatic.
81 charge the man who charmed me
to the altar with the basest of crimes
the crime of murder" she cried.
Scan you prove it?" cried Parke
Moultrie springing almost triumph
antly from his chair:
81 do not know" she said slowly.
'.Oh God, if thy angels could speak in
the courts of menI He slew Colonel
Rhett, his uncle. The dagger he car
ried would fit the death wound which 1
have seen so minutely described in the
papers. 1 know he killed him, for L
have heard him swear that he would do
it. What sweet revenge if 1 could
prove it r
"Hold |" cried the lawyer. Zone OF
his lies shall furnish the missing link,
have letter which he wrote to the
colonel's child one week after the muir
der; In that letter he declares that he
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