Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-04-27

Monsieur de Biahal left Paris the day
before the murder of Harve, and has
not returned although Madame Rhodes,
the housekeeper, has sent him word"
"Ah! perhaps from this English
~housekeeper l can learn something"
muttered the detective to himself,
Then to the porter. Madame Rhodes,
perhaps, can give the information I de-
sire"
Bertrand was shown into the recep-
ton room of the mansion. Presently
the russtling of a woman's dress was
heard, and the form of a woman was be-
fore him.
"What does monsieur desire of mel'
asked Madame Rhodes.
The voice made the detective start as
if he had been struck by an electric
shock, and, taking a step forward, he
approached almost near enough to
touch the woman's face. Then, starting
back, uttering a cry of mingled surprise
and rage, he faltcred:
"Susannc!" .
The woman shrank back as if she had
trod upon a serpent. She did not re-
| cognize him.
81 have found you at last" muttered
Bertrand.
~ never Jaw you before, and am
not at all anxious to clear up this ridicu-
lous mistake" sad she.
81 will recall your recollections."
Like a flash he tore Off MS disguise.
Justin" she murmured; 1.-The dead
come to life! What do you want of me?"
she said haugh'ily y.
"NAhat do +! want?" he asked, with q
tinge of sorrow i'll his voice. Il want
my SON"
"What if should refuse to give him
up?p
Then, woman, l will tear the secret
from your heart" And advancing mem
acingly toward her, as if to execute his
threat, he stopped, and as though touch
ed by a sweet recollection Of happy days
gone by, he murmured; "Susanne, give
me back my son and | will forgive all
the evil you have done me-
Il do not want your pardon. All I
asked is that you leave this house and
never modest me more: for if you
do"
81 will not move until l have my son.
You base woman, | now believe you to
be the accomplice of mur--n
An internal smile contracted Susanne's
pallid lips.
"Your son!" she said in a harsh voice.
"You want to know him?"
"Ten me where ne Is, ana l swear
will leave you forever"
Your son Philip is at the prefecture
with the blood of Madame de Brahal on
his head. He was her groom"
Bertrand's lips trembled, and he had
not strength to answer. Then gathering
sufficient strength together, he left the
wretcfled scene and fastened to the pre-
lecture. 1t was the work ofan instant for
HIM to reach the cell where his boy was
Bursting in upon him to the amazemeEt
of the keepers, Bertrand clasped the
young man about the neck and broke
out in sobs o fjoy.
philip, my boy-my son! I have
found YOU at last" -
The young man was d~umbfounded.
"What does all this mean?" he asked.
sit means that they shall never take
you from me again. My boy, do you
not know your father" faltered Bert
rand.
"Mv God! Are you my father" asked
the youth, with ali apparent tremor in
his voice,
Swear to me that you did not murder
Madame de Brahal, and that it was that
base woman Madame Rhodes"
Sir" said the young man, raising
HIMSELF to his full height, 'she is my
mother"
A sob only escaped the wretched
man.
my boy! My son! 1 will prove
your innocence i'll spite of yourself. You
are the victim of some plot. My boy
Philip could not commit a murder
ID not, father, Let me die. My
mother. my mother!"
But the detective was gone. Straight
way he fastened to the office of Mon
! Sinllf. la prnfapf To hS- In to1l l,.
doubts, neglecting, however. to disclose
his relationship in the matter. He re-
ceived permission to work up the case.
In the guise of a tradesman he obtained
admission to the house Of NJ. de Brahal.
AS he approached the house lie was met
by q young maid, apparently the maid
of the late madame. Her eyes were red
from weeping.
you seem troubled, nv dear mid
amoiselle. What has happened"
Monsieur, if only dared" she said,
glancing sTspiciously around.
Speak, child. am not an officer Of
the law, and you need not fear"
"They have arrested Philip. l know
he is innocent. That night he did not
he did not-pardon me, m~onsleur--lie
did not leave me-" said the girl, blush.
ing crimson.
A smile fitted across he face of the
detective.
Chen who has done the deed?"
asked Bertrand.
"Thev have. Monsieur &c Brahal did
not cave Paris. ! saw him pass through
the low dark hall on the other site of
the house on the night of the murder.
AS be neared the door of madame l saw
something flash in his hand"
My God, child, why did you not
speak betore?"
Monsieur" said the trembling girl.
ri was afraid they would Kill me, too.
But, monsieur, you will save him--save
my Philip"
"Be brave, child and trust me-" said
the detective.
fastening to the prefecture, he OBJ
tanned u warrant for the arrest of NJ. de
Braha.. Officers We're semitic arrest him.
When he arrived at the prefecture his
indignation was unbounded.
"Who dares charge me with the mur-
der of my wife,"
q DO" said Bertrand stepping for
ward. "It is useless for you to deny.
My wife, Susanna Gillette, your accom-
| plice, has confessed all"
This wa a risky game, but the blow
went home. NJ de Brahal falteringly NUT
tered:
$50 much for Trusting d womuu."
The dreariness of solitary confinement
had its effect upon the bl~ood-stained