Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-04-25

| s.Lead me to him, then! Why waste this
| time in idle talk? Let me see him."
"You do not then fear to see him?"
sFear! No. Why should fear?"
Because this person is not altogether
unknown to you. You have seen him be-
fore"
"What of that? Let him restore me those
letters, and 1 will look upon him as my
greatest friend. Pray take me to him with
out further delay"
to him" said the stranger, calmly; che will
be here before long"
"Herep'
eyes. 1t is now midnight At quarter
past twelve he will be here"
''Then 1 will wait.
The stranger opened the door commune
eating with the box. The curtains of this
box were drawn, but the brilliant lights of
the theatre penetrated through the folds
'tFrom behind these curtains you may be-
hold the scene below without fear of being
observed, said the stranger.
Mrs. Dumont passed into the box, and,
pushing back the folds of the curtains,
looked down upon the vast crowd of mask
ers on the platform below. She gaZed with
eyes which saw not what they gazed upon.
She was absorbed in doubt and apprehen-
sion. Who were these hidden enemies who
had discovered a secret which she had be-
lieved to be beyond the power of man to
fathom?
The stranger remained in the ante.room
The bride of q few weeks let fall the curtain
which she had held back for few moments
while she looked below. She sank into
chair and waited for the coming of the per-
son who was said to be the possessor of her
letters The door between the box and the
ante-room was ajar. After waiting for
about a quarter of an hour, Mrs. Dumont
heard the sound ola low knock upon the panel
of the outer door, the door which opened on
the corridor. Two minutes afterward, the
masked stranger looked into the box.
''The person whom you wish to see is
here, madam" he said. 81 will bid you
good night"
She heard the outer door close behind
him before she entered the ante-room. A
strange, shuddering terror, which she was
powerless to control, seemed to root her to the
spot upon which she stood. Without know
ing why, she dreaded crossing the narrow
threshold which divided the box from the
chamber adjoining it.
Maud Dumont entered the ante-room and
found herself alone with the stranger. He
wore a simple evening costume-a black
dress coat, vest and pantaloons, and cravat
of white silk. But, like the man who had
led her to the box, he wore mask
"You have some letters, written by me-
some time ago, in your possession?' said
Mrs. Dumont.
The man bowed, but did not speak.
The graceful head of the woman was half
turned away from him. It seemed'as if her
contempt for him was too great to be con-
cealed.
"What is the price which you demand for
the restoration Of those letters?" she asked,
haughtily.
Still the man did not answer, but, lifting
his hand, he slowly removed his mask
AS he did so, Maud Dumont, turning her
head partially, looked across her shoulder
at his face.
She uttered loud and wailing cry, which
vibrated through the small apartment and
mingled discordantly with the distant music
of the orchestra.
The face upon which she gazed with the
stony glance of horror and despair was the
face of the dead 1t was the face of Clarence
Suydam, line for line-the face with whose
every feature she was familiar.
For one moment wild thrill of hope ran
through her veins. What if Clarence Suy-
dam were still alive? What if she had been
deceived by William Gorton and the Span
lard, Levinto? What if no murder had been
committed in that miserable howell in Brook
lyn? What if she had not seen his body IL
the coffin? But, in another moment, tina
hope gave way to horror and horror an
despair. The face upon which she locke
was not the face of living man. The fe
lures had the rigidity of marble the eyt
had hollow and CLASSY lustre. 1t was il
deed the face of the deadi
For few brief moments Maud Dumont
gazed wildly and fearfully upon this strange
apparition, then, with terrible effort she
tottered forward, meaning to defy the CHASTITY
being, but, at the first step, she reeled and
fell senseless to the floor.
An hour afterward, the General and a
couple of the officials of the Academy en-
tered this ante-room, after searching almost
every part of the vast building in their en-
deavors to find the missing woman. What
was the surprise and CONSERVATION of Gran
by Dumont on beholding his beloved wife
living senseless on the floor in this empty
apartment! He lifted her in his arms, while
one of the officials brought glass of ice
water
Mrs Dumont slowly revived and languidly
lifted her ivory lids. fixing her large blue
eyes upon the General At the sight of his
face, she uttered a cry of delight.
''Oh thank Heaven, she murmured, sit
is you, Granby-only you
s'Who else should it be, dearest?" said the
General tenderly ''Tell me, my darling.
what has happened. How is it that L find
you here?"
81 lost myself among the crowd, CRANKY,
and was driven this way by the throng.
Fearful of being knocked down in the hurry
and confusion, entered the first empty
box 1 saw, and, suppose, must have tainted
away from exhaustion and fatigue"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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