The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-04-24

1.-TWO hundred and siXty-three Rue Co
quelard, cabby, ~ said to the driver a well
dressed young man who, shortly after mid
night on the 18th of February, 1874, jump
ed into a hackney-coach in the Rue ST
llonore, Paris
1.-TWO hundred and siXty-tlree, sir?'
eyes, cabby. What makes you laugh 2
"Well, sir, ! never tell tales out o
school but this coincidence is too strange
"What coincdenceln
'Just when you hailed me | had takel
an elderly gentleman to No. 2G3 Rue Co
quelard.n
"You don't say so! How did he look r
''IIe was tall and slender; his hair wa
perfectly white. In his button-hole he wor,
the ribbon of the Legion of Honor"
Tho young man became very thoughtful
upon hearing these words.
"Drive on, he said to the hacllman.
Fifteen minutes later the carriage stopped
in front of No. 263 Rue COquelard Thai
street was an exceedingly narrow one, anC
the police said that dangerous characters
were among the principal inmates of the
old-fashioned houses No. 263 was a very
quiet old building. 1t was evident that il
dated from the time of Henry ". 1t had
but few windows. The entrance door was
arched, and its two wings, made of massive
lakewood, were studded with heavy bras,
nails
The young man alighted.
''Shall wait z" asked the hackman.
''No, replied the young man.
He rang the door-bell. An old woman
opened the door.
"She isnot at home, Monsieur, GcntcTe, y
she said.
"Not at home" he asked, in an almost
threatening tone, ''Why don't you get out
of the wayln
"Because you shall not come in here at
all" she cried, trying to slam the door in
his face
The young man, uttering a terrible oath,
hurled the old woman back into the hall
way. Then he hurried upstairs and knocked
at door near the landing There was no
response, but he heard low whisper in the
room.
"Open the door, Finctte!" he cried.
Still no response.
The old woman meanwhile ascended the
staircase.
"Get out of my house," she cried, as she
reached the landing.
In a paroXysm of passion he struck her a
blow in the face that caused her to roll down
stairs.
Then he threw himself with his whole
strength against the door. He burst it open.
Almost on the threshold he was met by a
very beautiful young woman. She was
zen deshabille, - flushed and excited.
"Finette, he cried, 'who is here with
youW
She paused for breath.
'No one, Alfred" she replied, trying TO
avoid the piercing glanccs which he bent
upon her.
"You lie, Finette!n
He looked about the elegantly furnished
room. He looked under the bed he exam
ined everything. He did not find anybody.
81 heard you whisper with somebody,
Finette.n
"Maybe | was talking in my sleep, she
replied in a fatering tone. He was reas-
sured. He kissed her and begged her par
don.
"Alfrcd, am hungry" she said, olsen
gaging herself from his fewent embrace.
Take me to restaurant.
with pleasure, Finette."
She put on her shawl and hat. They
left the room. She did not lock the door.
After going down stairs with the young
woman Alfred Genterre suddenly remem-
bered that he had left his cane in the
room. He hurried up stairs again, contrary
to her remonstrances. As he reopened the
door he started back in dismay.
An old man was there.
'Father" calculated Alfred, turning
very pale
The old man burst into derisive laughter,
81 did not know, Alfred, '2he said, cynic-
ally, 'that we were rivals
"RivaIs!n
"And by this time, my son, suppose
you are convinced where Mile. Fl
nette's affections are most sincerely be-
slowed.
Alfred uttered cry Of rage, and rushed
at his father. A terrible struggle ensued
between the two. The noise of their scuf-
fling and of the oaths which they uttered
attracted Finette and the old woman to the
scene
Finette tried to separate them, but to no
purpose. In his jealous frenzy Alfred drew
a dagger, plunged it into his fathers heart,
and dangerously wounded Finette in her
right breast
His father was almost instantly killed.
Finette died the next day.
The murderer surrendered himself to the
police, and the Assizes found him guilty of
murder.
He was guillotined with a black veil over
his face, and clad only in scanty henpen
garment