The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1883-04-14
TH1BODAUX, LA, SATURDAY,

CRANKY" she added, locking at tiny jsw-
elsd watch that lay among the trinkets be-
fore her. II had no idea you were such an
early rissr!'
Il am not On early riser," returned the
General. coldly. II have not been to bed
all night"
Indeed! Oh, then of course Won were q.
some private meeting of your party. am
only sorry you were not at Morrisania. The
masquerade was delightful!'
"You enjoyed yourself very much. then?'
said the Gsaensl. fixing his eyes, with .
searching gaze, upon the false and guilty
creature whom he had SO long loved.
"Oh, yes, indeed! I cannot remember
ever having enjoyed myself more. My only
regret was that you We're not there to share
my pleasure" she added, with one of those
half-pensive, half-tender smiles, which had
90 often fascinated the General
Now his heart was marble. The mask
had fallen from thot once idolized face. and
he could only look upon it with feelings of
horror and disgust
"You are mistaken, madam" he said. II
was there!'
A deathly shadow came over the face of
the young bride, and she grasped the tiny
stiletto tightly in her slender hand.
You were there?" she gasped-'.you were
at the masquerade"
mo. madam. was not at the masquer.
ade. was at Morrisania. I was the wit
ness Of . strange scene which took place in
the dimly-lighted chamber Of tenantless
Maud Dumont Rose from her chair with a
Wild cry Of anguish. She tottered forward
few steps and fell upon her knees at the
laot NJ tho 4anara1
'4Pity me!' she cried-''have pity upon
mel"
mo-" said CRANKY Dumont, sternly.
mo. madam he exclaimed; Il can feel no
pity for you; neither can I feel revenge.
You are too base, too utterly degraded and
contemplate to evoke either sentiment in
my brsast The past is past I blot the
love bore you from the history of my life
as wonld blot out a dark page from n
book. You are free to 60 where you will
Mine shall not be the tongue which will be-
tray you to the officers Of justice. But
doubt not that fly whittier you will, justice
will track you out in the end. False wife,
murderess, traitrsss, Heaven have mercy on
you When the hour of doom shall GOMEZ
The wretched woman was bewildered, ter.
ror-struck. stupefed. For the first time,
she felt that all was lost.
WoIo o4O11o poHScs5oO VI your 0Of11Ol0
secret, I should feel that my fate was sealed"
continued the General .'You, who did not
hesitate to murder clarence Suydam, the
man You pretended 70 love, would scarcely
scruple to murder me, if you thought, by so
doing. you might retain possession of the
wsslth for which you have periled your
soul! But others hold your fatal secret. A
woman-an outraged aud revengeful woman
holds in her relentless hand every clue of
that horrible mystery. That woman will
hunt you to your death. Her name is Olar-
Ice Suydamr
A groan Of misery burst from the lips Of
the bringing woman.
She remembered the dark and stern face
OF Clarenee's cousin. Yes, there was an
avengeri
"Farewellr' said the General, walking
toward the door. I'VE have met to-day for
the last time. God pity your poor old
fsthsr!'
He left his guilty wife kneeling on the
velvet rug before the fire, and passed out of
the room.
The door closed behind him, and Maud
stiletto with the pearl handle, and looked ut
''Yes, she muttered. ''Levinto was right!
possessed this!"
At twelve o'clock that day terrible scene
took place in the Ovington mansion
When tho French maid pushed open the
door communicating with her mistress
luxurious dressing room, she drew back
with long and piercing scream. which re-
sounded through the stately dwelling.
Mr. Oyington, startled by the cry, rushed
through thu hall into Maud's room. He
bad just been notified Of the arrest Of his
reprchate son George; now he was called
upon to witness the sight that broke his
heart.
His beautiful daughter lay upon the vel.
vet hsazth-sug. motionless, ghastly-deadl