The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-12-10

layished upon the beautiful Countess.
At length the eyes of the. old Count were
opened. Under a pretense of failing
health, he asked leave to travel, and per-
mission was granted The.C Countess ae-
companied him. When they arrived in
Wales, where even to this day can be
seen ruins of old castles and strongholds
built centuries ago, the Count. who had
property here, left by relatives who had
enaigrated from La Belle France to this
ragged, hardy, and romantic place. he
confined his guilty spouse in one of the
gloomiest castles, that was situated in on
isolated spot, far away from any other
habitation.
Here day after day the beautiful wo-
man languished, seeing only her stern,
unrelenting husband and her keeper.
At length, after two months had passed,
Tara. with fierce light in her dasky
orbs and smothered wrath darkening
her fair face, resolved that this tyranny,
as she termed it, should end.
All the long gloomy day she had sat
at the barred window of her room her
face pale but determined, until at twilight
her husband entered, telling her this.
was his farewell visit, ''for," said he, 81
am about to return to France; soon the
tyrant, the despot, the one who has
wronged me SO deeply, will feel my
vengeance. have concocted plan
for his death that viii not fail of being
achieved, and I shall rid myself Of
dangerous enemy. Tonight leave
Wales You are to remain here until
my return, and until the death OF your
lover, the Emperor, is accomplished;
then, madame, you will retire to con-
vent, there to pass the rest of your days
repenting of your sins.
Tara answerednot word, put clenched
her little hands together and muttered
softly, 'My mind is made up; I will en-
dure no longer" and while the Count
arose to ring for supper to be brought, his
wife, taking box of ivory from her bosom,
concealed it beneath her handkerchief,
awaiting the advent of the evening meal
When the Count, as was his nightly
custom, drank glass of mulled wine
prepared by his valet, he did not notice
the slightly bitter taste, but in few
moments he complained of dizziness and
faintness. and being carried to bed he
became delirious. and before day dawned
was no more.
HE brought it on himself, . said his
wife, as she gazed upon him. II could
not endure confinement, who have
always been free as the wild bird, to
pass my remaining days in aconvent--
that thought made me desperate. "
When carried to England for trial flor
Tara was proved guilty Of poisoning her
husband) she was sentenced to death:
but, bribing her jailer, she escaped to
France, where she once more gained heI
former influence over Napoleon. But
when misfortunes came to the conqueror
defeat, exile and despair-then Tara,
the gypsy, forsook her protector and
friend.
Years passed. In far-of city, miles
away from the gay French capital, poor
I'D woman, wretched. sick aud infrni,
wandered about, asking charity OF those
Who passed her by. Every one noticed
hat around her throat was q blood-red
ord, and day after day, as the beggar-
woman sat in the sun holding out her
hand for aims, the cord about her with
sred throat seemed huge serpent en-
wrapping her in its folds.
One day she was missed from her ao-
,ustomed place ON the steps of the moss
covered cathedral, and some charitable
person, wandering amid the haunts Of
vice, found the mysterious woman with
he cord enclrcling her neck. Size was
lying, and her last confession was that
he was once the Countess De Lisle; had
murdered her husband, was condemned
20 death. but escaped, and when, years
rfterward, she again visited England, she
vas recognized, was arrested, but through
some unknown influence, was released,
put was condemned to wear cord about
her neck for the remainder of her days.
Thus ended the life of the Gypsy Coun-
tess, and Napoleon, once her friend and
protector, died in exile. Truly, our sins
will find us out.