The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1883-05-19

to her as the murderer. When the
same detective viewed the body he i'm
mediately recognized In the murdered
girl the same whom he saw in company
with Angelique in the box at the theater.
After fruitless search for the murderer
the matter was finally left in abeyance,
and for time forgotten.
Some months later the detective re-
ceived one morning in his mail the fol-
lowing letter:
"You were reminded that you would
soon hear of the vengeance of the sister
eff Sonora Barberia. The girl who was
recently murdered in the house of Signo-
ra Fresnille was one OF her victims. She
was the sister of the wretch who betrayed
and then murdered my sister. The same
dagger that was buried to the hilt in my
sisters heart did the work in ths other
case. But my vengeance is not complete.
My next victim is the villain Miguel
Soares. Justice shall be satisfied and
infamy avenged. ANGRLIQUE."
Soares was we'll known libertine,
whose career of dissipation had bowed
his family with obloquy. He still pur.
sued his course of ignomy and shame,
not knowing how soon the fatal dagger
| was to fall on him and send him to meet
his victim in another world. The mys.
teries of the murders and the attending
| circumstances were never known but by
three persons-the general of the police,
the murderess and the detective.
One night in the latter part of Novem
Der last he detective happened to be
passing through one of the leading thor.
oughfares of the city, when he met Mig
uel Soares, accompanied by tall, COM
/ manding woman, dressed elegantly and
heavily yelled. His suspicious were i'm.
mediately aroused, and he determined
to follow the couple.
Taking the opposite side of the street
the detective followed the two until they
reached a small park in fashionable
quarter of the city. Concealing himself
behind one of the trees. he breathlesslJ
awaited developments.
Probably you will be delighted te
know who am"
II will satisfy my curiosity, however,
said Soares, as he tore the veil from thu
woman's face. The bright rays of th'
moon fell upon a pair of black eye
which glared upon Soares with afiendisl
fire, and he started back as he recognized
that face. "Angelique Barberiar' h
gasped, "what-what brings You here?
"To have your life, Miguel Soares!
she Missed, in tone that trembled will
passion.
"Do you recognize this dagger
SIT is miner' gasped Soares.
'It is yours, Indeed, Miguel Soares
found it in the heart of my sister, wher
you left it. Now, take it back, bu
let your hoart be its sheath. Tins do
I complete my work.
The detective sprang from his hidin
| place at the same moment that Scare
fell to the ground with groan. Angel
ique dashed through the shrubbery an
{ fed across the park. Placing Soares
, who had breathed his last, upon tn
grass, the detective gave chase. After
fruitless chase. he was obliged to Civ
r up and return to the corpse.
| A couple of days after he received th
following note:
t country, and any search for me will RI
suit only in waste of time. have fu
| filed my oath, aud henceforth will see
} to find that repose which seclusion alon
} affords. Adieu,
| ''ANGELIQUE."
Though vigilant search was immed
8 ately instituted, no trace of the murder
: ess has ever yet been obtained, and he
Whereabouts is as impenetrable my
i terry as were for long time the myster
Gus murders of which she alone was tt
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