Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-07-04

it rang through the banking office like
the wall of lost spirit-and fell back
sengeless. From her hand the com
mi6s8ire took the note, as he raised her
and placed her in the arms Of two of his
officials. f
The paper was then with great diff
Guilty removed from the dead bankers
grasp.
The commissaire read one. and then
the other. Used as he was to such
scenes of murder, accident or suicide,
and to all the surprises which came up
like marvels of romance from the realism
Of crime and human frailty, he could not
avoid the exclamation: my God It
| is impossible"
The letter to Mile Florette, the mis-
tress, was as follows:
| ''INFADIoUs WOMAN: When YOU read this
| the hand that secretly though it was done,
has lifted you to honor as a wife will be rigid
| in death. For in its death-grasp that hand
| will clasp the evidence of your accursed in
fanny, treachery and guilt; the signal of your
| doom even as was the ribbon in the window at
| Narseilles the signal of my downfall. I found
| this scraWl in the CRATE where yesterday you
| thought you had burned all Of package Of
| old papers The edges of this silent but terri
| BILE witness only were scorched-but the awful
| lines remain. Not satisfied with my fathers
| boundleBs love; not satisfied with my worship,
| you must entertain o third victim: no, not a
| victim, but confederate, IN order that you
| may send me to the grave and grasp my mil
| lions. My death brings revenge and peace to
| me; and Justice, memorable Justice and retri-
| button upon you, serpent, murderess tiend!
| To the grave 1; to the state my millions; to
| the guillotine you! PAUL GIRoN."
The other paper which was clutehed
In the suicides hands read thus. It ac-
counted for the visits to Marseilles and
the Theater Porte st. Martin:
FLoRETTE, My DARLING: From Marseilles
| to Paris is bat hands span compared to the
| distance which as yet seems unreasonable be-
| tween the consummation Of our hopes and
the period of the death of the senile old fool,
Adoph. He died of apoplexy; why should not
| the son-now that he is secretly your bus
| band, die of the same dsease-and thus have
| it hereditary? He dead and YOU with his
| wealth and with M. Gustave, your first and
only love, by your side, what other happiness
can the world give US? You have PLAYED your
part WELL l have stood blythe shadow always
i'll their paths-banish the shadow-come to
| the Observation-Disclosures Remember, let it be
apoplexy. GUsTAvE."
-Four days later the police had the body
of the elder Giron exhumed in Mar
settles, and an autopsy and analysis be-
| trayed Enthusiastically the presence OF
poison. Mile Florette, recovering from
her fright, boldly faced the charge
brought against her. But being later
on confirmed by Gustave, who had been
arrested, at last finding subterfuge use
less, confessed that she had conspired
with this Gustave in Marseilles, who was
her first lover, to get NJ. Adolph, the
father III her tolls marry him and make
a victim of the son, and so in the end, as
his wife-and his aOid0W-be the mis-
| tress of his wealth
It was q marvellous conspiracy, won
derfully carried out, and at the supreme
moment when success seemed to crown
the villainy, wonderfully crushed by the
hand of an avenging Providence.
Mile Florette, Lache and Gustave,
her aecomplice, met their deaths at the
guillotine, December 9, 1871.