The Osceola times., 1883-06-09

the late madame. Her eyes were red
fiom weeping, and to her the pseudo
tradesman said:
you seemed troubled, my dear made.
moiselle. What has happened?"
Monsieur, If | only dared" she said,
glancing suspiciously around.
Speak, child. am not an officer of
the law, and you need not fear"
"They have arrested Philip. | know
he is innocent That night he did not
he did not-pardon me. monsieur-he
did not leave me" said the girl, blushing
crimson.
A smile fitted across the face of the
detective.
"Then who has done the dead?" asked
Bertrand.
"They have Monsieur de Brahal did
not leave Paris. saw him pass thro.'
the low, dark hall on the other side of
the house on the night of the murder
As he neared the door of madame,
saw something flash in his hand"
"My God, child, why did you not
speak before?"
Monsieur" said the trembling girl,
81 was afraid that 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 warrant for the arrest of NJ. de
Brahal. Officers were sent 10 arrest him.
When he arrived at the prefecture his
indign ltion was unbounded.
"Who dares charge me with the muir
der of my wife?"
81 do" he said, stepping forward. 1T
is useless to deny. My wife, Susanne
Gillette, your accompice, has confessed
ALL"
This was risky game, but the blow
went home. NJ. de Brahal falteringly
muttered:
$50 much for trusting a woman"
The dreariness of solitary confinement
had its effect upon the blood-stained
man, 1t was not long before, seeing that
death was inevitable, he confessed, and
told the story of his crimes. Had he
known that Susannc had remained true
to him even to the last, the world might
have been deprived of this bit of crimi-
nal experience.
NJ. do Brahal had first seen Susanne
Gillette while in Paris on her bridal trip.
lie had fallen madly in love with the
beautiful Englishwoman. He had fol-
lowed her 10 her country home and had
often met her clnndestihely, and finally
persuaded her to leave her husband and
her home and fly with him to Paris. At
that time he was posse sed of an i'm
mense fortune, with which, us he told
the unsophisticated Susanne, he would
purchase the whole French capital for
her When they reached Paris VI. de
Brahil and Susanne lived in regal splen-
dor and luxury for some fifteen years
lie gratificd every whim of Susanne's
until his purse could no longer stand the
constant drain. Then, toward the end
of the year 1873, an idea struck VI. de
Brahal. If it were successful his purse
would be replenished three-fold, and
happiness in being able to grant all SUI
sanne's desires would be his.
A young widov Of immense wealth
was then living In the Rue des lnyalides
Nine. Rita by name. Ifhe could only
marry her, he could bring Susanna into
the house as housekeeper, and between
them Madame Rica's time on earth
would he quite limited. But the young
man, Susanne's SON, what was 30 bedone
With him? Prcstol When the crime
was committed it should be fastened on
him. Susanne did not love Philip, and
NJ. de Brahal hated him. Being man
oftine personal appearance and elegant
address, he was not long in gaining the
affections of the unsuspecting widow.
Things progressed rapidly, and in June,
1874, Madame Rida became Madame de
Brshal, They lived apparently very
happily for about six months. NJ. de
Brahal being now urged on by Susanne,
who was growing tired Of being a con-
stant witness of her lover making love
to another woman, began to conjure up
plots for Madame's speedy removal. An
opportunity did not present itself until
March.
Philip had in his possession small
poinard, on which were his initials This
should he the means Of murder and of
throwing suspicion upon the unfortunate
lad. When all was ready, NJ. dc Brahal
took, on the afternoon of the l4th, leave
of Madame his wife, under the pretext
that business called him to HAVE. He
did not leave Paris, but remained in con-
cealment until long after midnight,
when, entering the house by door that
Susanne had left open for him, he. with
his own hand, plunged the poinard into
the breast OF his wife. The rest is
known.
Suffice it to say that the worthy NJ. dc
Brahal was sentenced to he gullOtined
by the same coHrt that Sc mt SuSanne tc
the galleys for five years and that set
Philip at liberty and rest ored him to his
father.
"But why did you acknowledge q
crime that was not yours?" asked Ber-
trand of his son.
Because | thought my mother was
guilty, and to save her who gave me
birth would have willingly died"
Perhaps Not.
Detroit Free Press
When the cashier of a Michigan bank
skipped some years ago, and his accounts
We're found to be about $1,000 short, one
of the directors expressed his belief that
the money had gone into silver stock
This was shown to be untrue rs were
also his suppositions that the cashier had
speculatcd in grain. cotton or tobacco.
"Then he must have gambcd," said
the director.
No; no one had ever known of his
touching a card.
Probably owned fast horse or bought
suburban real estate.