The Worthington advance., 1882-03-30
t this very moment IL causes mo deep re-

At this very moment II causes mo aeep re-
morse.
But love you," fa'tsred the girl.
BE still! Those words are a cri ue.
Poor boy! He is go full Of trust: relying
on our honor. counting on your fidelity, on
my word, Le"--He stopped, overcome by
| emotion.
"But why is he not here?" Hortense
| asked, suddenly.
Because be h..s confidence in us. !
! will not betrny him for any consideration.
Death socner!'
Thy paused, and TRANCE, thrilling
| look WAS exchanged between item. All
| their thoughts and emotions seemed to bo
ixod on that idea Of death. thus abruptly
invoked as a menace, q refuge, and az
expiration.
"Yes." said tho young k;n. crowdinR al
her long pent-up feelings into that ono sec.
ond, Il would rather die than think Off,
She did not finish. She VAS going to pro-
nounce Paris name. Emilio took he,
two hands in his, placed himself in from!
Of her, and with pene:ratiu. look scanne,
her face, in senlch Of confirmation Of the
desperate thought j,lst axp,e=s..I.
Would you?" i.e asked slowly, With de
termineu energy.
HeIten.t, roSr. a,:;. y ia sole.ln rtle:t.on
NcEtlltlti iiS:": ~ @iN iiti, Iit't
each oihct'd ar.s tIey rs:u,,,s,! ia losf
"u'f'. go. Th'. 's.S .':vir .'a h mt ."e.
The following morning, at an early hou:,
the postman appeared at the door with
letter bearing the post. mark Of New Or
leans. He Knocked and rang without await
No one answered. and he was going away,
when noishbor opped him, saying that
Emile was at home. They rang and
knocked again. Suddenly the neiehbor
turned pale.
DO you smell an, thine2" sno asked,
frightened.
"No. lie replied
That smell! Charcoal! Ny God! couid
ANYTHING have happenea?"
The concierge vas called. and said that
the night before, very late, Emile had gone
ont to buy a sack Of charcoal. The neigh
Dor remembered that tho evening before, at
different times. she had seen Hortense ut
the window, her eyes all swollen and roL
from crying.
There is no doubt about it," she e1.
claimed: 4They have perished. We mus,
sond for the magistrate:
The magistrate on arriving forced open
the door. The woman's predictions we're
only too true. Emile was
lying extended on a lounge, Hortense
on chair, both cold aud
insensible. Restoratives were imme diately
applied. Alas! all their efforts to revive
Emile were useless. The carbonic gas had
done the work. He was dead. Hortense
still breathed. They succeeded in restor-
ing her. When she had recovered her
senses, the magistrate proceeded to open
before her the letter addressed to Emile.
1t contained only the words:
LILY DEAR EMILE: [ hope you are well and
iappy-you and your little sweetheart-for
you know very we'll that I am not 90 foolish as
10 believe that you are waiting for my pernis-
sion to fall in love with Horsense. Don't your
conscience trouble you for breaking yonr
promise. have been married i month
PAU1.
Horteuse, on hearing this, rose, ran to
the lounge where lay the body of Emile
and showing him the letter, with feverish
excitement exclaimed:
Look, Emile, look! Isn't it an excellent
joks?"
Then she burst into peal OF hysteric
laughter.
She was insane.-Adapte,l for the Ar
QOn0ut from the French