Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1878-12-12

One winter evening in the yeal
1868 Jacques Geburon. furnace
man at that section OF The CreuzoI
Iron-Works known as "The Forge
of the Three Chimneys," pushed
his way down the deserted lane
Leading from the main street of
| the town to his house in the teeth
Of furious sleet storm.
"Peste on it r he muttered, as
gust almost. took him of bis
feet. "What gale this is ! 1t Is
well that | left off work an hour
earlier than usual. I.would never
have been in time for supper if
had not.
lie stopped at the door Of a
neat one storied house as he fin
ished, and put out his hand TO
knock, when the sound Of voices
inside made him suddenly pause
and draw back into an alley-way
which separated the cabin from
its neighbor. A second later two
figures appeared on the threshold
They were those Of handsome
young fellow in tie rough dress
Of foundrylnsn, and a very pret
ty woman Of at most twenty-five,
who wore Ter cheap gown with q
.oqnettish grace, which rendered
her abs ,lately charming.
GONE LAST KISS, NY DARLING"
Said the young man, "before ]
fight this storm TO relieve your
damned fool Of husband at the
furnace. Poor devil (! | some
times pity him when think of
him tOiIing while We are enjoying
ourselves. 9 "a }d f0} &}l4
The pair llughed,- and after a
few words more and IA score of
lmoron, embraces, separated, the
nan vanishing in the storm an
the woman re-entered the house
md closed the door.
"Sp," said the watcher, speak
ing to himself in voice suff ca
led with fury; ''it is true what
he neighbors said Of her, after
all. TT ly, ] deserve to be called
fool. But | will be one no lon
ger. To night ends it alt-and
them"
And he set off in the direction
taken by his rival at as rapid a
pace as his impatient steps; aldt d
by the gtle which b'ew on his
back, could carry him
AT TEN O'CLOCK THAT NIGHT
fhe Superintendent oi,the Force
of the Three Chimneys," making
his fnnl. round Of the foundry TO-
ticed Geburon seated on o heap of
warm ashes in front OF the fur
mace it was his-duty to tend, eat
ing an onion and a slice Of bread.
"Wby, Jacques, my man, what
is this = demanded the official in
some surp ise. What are you
doing hefe?5 tits your night OF
!, = - = - 3 rass 7'llA " -. q
i know was The repJy I
"but ID igoaeia hasI nct,ieene to
relieve me, Lam not sorry, how.
ever, for L d. not care TO lace this
tempest when r have a warm bed
here, and BE patled the ash heap
which formed his seat. 1
Poor deyifi!S' mattered the Su.
perintendent as-he walked away.
"He slcepson a heap of ashes
while that internal Dagoucin is
in all probability in bed with
his pretty wife" "
Next morning Creuzot was
startled by the news that
MADAME'GEGRoNnAD BEEN
~ MUmEnED. E -
Tier body was found in her
Bedroom. the throat cut, and q
number Of ghastly stab wounds
in the breast. The Apartment
was in the utmost disorder; as
if the assassin had upset every
thing in search FOR plumber.
From a bureau dfawerthe poor
woman's trinkcts and a few
hundred francs Which she had
received a couple of days before
as legacy from. deceased
aunt, were missing.
The infdelity Of the murder
ed. woman, was notorious. IIer
connection with Dagoucin, hei
her husbands mate at the for
ges, was town talk. On the