The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-07-17
A DETECTIVES STORY.
An Incident of the Early Days
of San FranciScO-A WO-
mans Revenge.


never reflect on without regret" :"
said retired old detective, the 9th
er day while reciting some of the
stirring occurrences of the early
days of San Francisco.
The life of 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 affec-
tions of men and woman as uner-
ringly as the pianist on his instru-
ment. While the casuist would hes
itate to take advantage of this, the
necessities we are under compel as
to omit no opportunity which may
lead US to success.
81 say this because the incident I
am about to relate reveals what a
woman will do when excited by jeal-
ousy or thirsting for revenge.
eve were on the track of q man
who had robbed a Havana jeweler
of almost incalculable wealth. He
had fed his native island, and we
were informed by the Cuban author
tiles that in all probability he had
made his way to this coast. At
that time this city was full of Gu
bans and adventurers from all parts
Of the world, One couple. peculiar
from the rest, excited the attention
of the then limited fashionable
world, and became the pets of So
ciety. Their lavish expenditure
and almost Eastern magnifcence of
apparel and equipage excited the
admiration and envy, it may be, of
their fashionable acquaintances
They, too, were Cubans. The man,
inheriting all the peculiarities of the
Spaniard, was, in personal appear
ance, a type of his race.
"But cannot describe the woman
that passed as his wife. She was
the most beautiful woman | ever
saw-the idea Of the poet, when he
painted the dark-eyed maiden Kho-
rassen, was realized in her person.
She seemed to me like some living,
beautiful idol for men to worship.
The tint of the olive was on her
brow, aud in the dark. luminous
eyes a wealth of affection but they
told, too, of spirit resentfnl of in.
Justice, and fierce in wrath as the
glare of her native sun. s...
"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, aud we searched
for him incessantly, But, as if to
baulk our exertions and put to
shame our efforts, this was all we
could learn. The spaniard was the
only one who answered the descrip.
ton of the criminal. But what fol-
ly to suspect him l-the petted
eeurtier of sOoiety-the millionaire
he would only have laughed our
suspicious to scorn. But still we
hung around him, BY a strange
magical influence, 1t was impossible
to divorce ourselves from the belief
that he was the party we were in
search OF. This constant attend.
ance at the places he frequented.
this lowering around the sphere in
which he moved, made US at last
acquainted with the fact that his
wife was unhappy and ill-treated by
her husband.
''He began to neglect her, and !
pay assiduous court to fashionable
American woman. One night we
saw him enter the theatre with tka
fair American, and entering pri- |
vate box was paying her the most
devoted attention. Shortly after
ward 8 woman, whom we at once
perceived was his wife, but evident |
ly disguised. entered, and passing
around the idress-circIe took a seat
directly facing him. BY a strange
coincidence she was right by me.
She looked at the couple in the box
long and earnestly; her face, which |
we could see from our position, |
gradually changed to an expression
Of the most fearful and vindictive |
passion Lever beheld. Accustom.
ed as ! was to every phase of human
emotion, it. appalled, me. AT last |
she arose and left the theatre, fol-
lowed by an attendant. Now was
our time. ! got up as quickly and |
was by her side as she reached the |
was determined on a
stroke of policy, which, if Iread her
countenauce Alright, would place the
man in our power. If I was mis-
taken, it could do no harm. Actu,
ated by the impulse, i placed my.
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