Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-07-20
The story of a woman,s Revenge.

The story of "A WOman's Revenge.
"I'H tell you of an incident /
never reflect on without regret"
said a retired old detective the other
day, while reciting some of the stir
ring occurrences of the early days of
San Francisco.
"The life Of a detective is not one
of excitement merely. 1t is some
times crossed with events as wild
and startling as ever gave cOlOring
to romance. No emotion, no pas
sion or phase Of character is hid
from US. We learn to play upon
the feelings, the hates and the atfec-
tiOns of men and women as uner-
ringly as the pianistS on his instru-
ment. While the causiSt would
hesitate and take advantage of this,
the necessities we are under compel
us to omit no opportunity which
may lead us to success.
'I say this because the incident
am about to relate reveals what
woman will do when excited by
jealousy and thirsting for revenge.
eve were on the track of a man
who had robbed a Havana jeweler
of almost incalculable wealth. He
had fled his native island, and we
were informed by the Cuban au-
thOrities that in all probability he
had made his way to this coast. AT
that timethiS city was full of Cubans
and Adventures from all parts of
the world. One couple, peculiar
from all the rest, excited the atten-
ton of the then limited fashionable
world, and became the pets of so
ciety. Their lavish expenditure
and almost Eastern magnificence of
apparel and equipage excited the
admiration and envy, it may be, Of
their fashionable acquaintance.
They, too, were Cubans. The man,
inheriting all the peculiaritieS of the
Spaniard, was, in personal appear
ance, a type of his race.
"But l cannot describe you the
woman that passed as his wife. She
was the most beautiful creature l
ever saw-the idea Ofthe poet when
he painted the dark-eyed maiden,
KhOrasSen, was realized in her per-
son. She seemed to me like some
living, beautiful idol for men to
worship. The tint of the olive was
on her face and brow, and in the
dark, luminous eyes a wealth of af-
fiction; but, they told, too, of a
spirit reSentful of injustice, and
fierce in wrath as the glare of her
native sun.
"By the devious path we pursued
when on the trail of the criminal,
we traced 'our man to this city.
We knew he was here, and we
searched for him incesSantly. But,
rs if to balk all our eXertiOns and
put to shame all our efforts, this is
all we could learn. The Spaniard
was the only person who answered
the description of the criminal. But
what folly to suspect him THE
petted courtier of sOciety-the
milliOnaire-he would only laugh
our suspicious to scOTn. But still
we hung around him. BY a strange
magical influence, il was impossible
to divorce ourselves from the belief
that he was the party we were in
search of. This constant attendance
ut the places frequented, this hover
ing around the sphere in which he
moved, made Us at last acquainted
with fact that his wife was unhappy
and ill-treated by her husband.
"He had begun to neglect her,
and pay aSsiduOuS court to a fash
iOnahle RyBlDh dI pare. One night
we saw him enter the theatre with
the fair American, and, entering n
private box, was paying her the
most devoted attention. Shortly
afterward a woman, whom we at
once perceived was his wife, but
evidently disguised, entered, and,
passing around the dreSS-circle, took
a seat directly facing him. BY
strange coincidence she was right
bV me. She looked at the couple in
the box long and earnestly; her face,
which we could see from our posi-
ton, gradually changed to an eX-
preston of the most fearful and vim
dictiVe passion | ever beheld. Ac-
customedias | was to every phase of
human emotion, il appalled, me.
At last she arose and left the thea
ter, followed by an attendant. Now
was our time. | got up as quietly,
and. was by her side when she
reached the street. ! was deter
mined on a stroke of policy, which,
if | read her countenance Alright,
would place the man in our power.
If | was mistaken it would do no
harm. Actuated by the impulse, |
placed myself in front of her and
raised my hat.
Madam, prrdon me!
"'What do want, sir, and who
are you"
"'My name is. This is my
friend, Mr.. We are the detec-
tiveS, and in search of the robbeT of
the Havana jeweler. We believe
you can point out to us the man.
al can | can!
at was almost a shrek, so fierce
and bitter were the words.
"'Come with income with mer
at is useless to detail what fol-
lowed. The next morning the
fashionable world was shocked by
the intelligence of the arrest of Don
D R., but it was shll more
surprised to hear that he was be-
trayed by his pretty wife. We re-
covered nearly one hundred thOus-
and dollars in iewelry and gold.
But to tgse poor woman the result
was terrible. She was but the vic
tim of his perfidity, but the moment
she saw him arrested, all the old
love that had ruined her returned.
She ciung to HIS neck with wild,
frantic despair that was terrible to
to see. The anguish of that young
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