The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-04-22

Yourself to be dying
.Dv;ng1-not that recollect. But
whv 90 ON with this conversation The
matter only concerned me, and here am
alive and WE'LL
"only concerned yonG said Valentine.
.please 90 ON, YOU will soon know WIN
we are 40 much interested" said Adri-
enne, eagerly.
The count glanced from Valentines
questioning eyes to Adrienne's bright with
unshed tears. !.
well, spoke to the soldier; what
said do not recall"
"But you gave him reward said Ad'
rienue
"a reward-perhaps soi I do not re-
member"
"But he does.- said Valentine. "You
gave him three hundred golden louis AZ
a recompense for carrying cot your re-
quest"
ayes, yes told him my name and my
fathers name. and-asked him to convey
TO the latter the intelligence OF my death"
The count looked from one to another
~ the faces. all fixed on him-eager. anx-
ious. painfully so-as II life or death hung
upon his words, The effort to recall the
past was evidently very difficult one
Adrienne, flushed with hope. her face
illumined with delight, her eyes sparkling
with happiness, held out her trembling
hands TO the count.
ayes, oh. yes! and then you conhded to
him your papers, and family jewels OF
great value"
any papers-famly jewels Of great
valnei"
"Yes, yesr said Valentine, her voice as
decided in its tones az Adrienne's had
been moment before
"0h. no; no, indeed'
HNo~
The word sounded like the despairing
cry of soul in its last agony. Adrienne
sank into Raoups arms Valentine re-
coiled. as If struck sharp blow
The count turned to the duke.
"No, indeed- he reiterated. What!
carry my papers and jewels on my per-
sonl Oh, no, We had safer means than
that for protecting them. Why. consider
for a moment; prescribed by France. an
enemy Of England, seeking refuge in
foreign country, should have been
fool to thus risk losing them Oh, no.
Our papers and family jewels have never
been out OK our own possession. | have
them all with me now. The title deeds to
our various estates, the jewels which
principally belonged, my child, TO your
mother. my own and my fathers pass
ports. everything. in fact, to establish my
own identity, and your claims, Valentine"
The counts voice was full OF sstisfac'
ton. The duke looked convinced, the
duchess very much perplexed.
Valentines earnest eyes were fixed on
Adrienne. who, supported by Raoul and
her mother, had been drinking in every
word Of the counts explanation.
Now she struggled to her feet, white
and painting, her hands clasped in sad en-.
treaty, and stood before the count.
Nevertheless there is q man, soldier,
who says--who swears---"
Her voice rose in passionate emphasis,
then broke in sobs.
"a soldier-who says--who swears" re-
peated the count,
For few moments his gaze seemed
riveted on Adrienne's pale features, in
which anguish and despair were plainly
written Suddenly his face changed--a
thought struck him.
"You say sodierl Was there not
soldier involved in trial for murder
about that time"
Yes explained the duke. The man
was arrested and tried for the murder OF
his wife"
"Yes, yes | begin To recall it. He
built up defense in which he made use
Of my name"
The counts memory was growing mo-
mentarily clearer.
"Yes, yes" said the duke; "the very
man,
We'll, quite likely he lie the same soldier
who came TO my relief Very naturally
he would attempt some explanation OF the
crime, and that was rather plausible
one ! read Of the trial while in exile. II
was called, If ! remember Alright, "A Cele-
brated Case The man was convicted on
the evidence Of his own child
A low moan from Adrenne was followed
by perfect silence. The count looked
about him, but rs no one contradicted his
remark, he glanced at the duke. whose
concern for Adricnne was fast getting the
better Of his courtesy Valentine made
motion to the count, but he did not under
stand her.
'oT course the man WAS perjuring him
self; he undoubtedly murdered his wife
! ~
The count was interrupted by an ngon-
izing cry, and Adrienne fell insensible at
his feet, deathIy paor stealing over her
features.
sand you have murdered his childl"
cried o'Rourke, his fierce eyes darling
looks OF hatred at the count
"Hs child, his childw
The CONT recoilcd, and staggering like
drunken man, caught hold Of tall
chair against which he leaned, trembling
in every limb
No one observed him all we're occnnied