Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1883-07-05
.ApopIexy!n said the physician.

ane surgeon OF police, at the instance of
Df. lnfe, made an examination in ordi-
mare, and his report to the prefecture
| OF police corroborating the decision of
the dead million6ire's physician, surmise
and gossip had only to shake their heads
suggestively and echo the verdict
"Apoplexy."
The dead millionaire was given fun
eral BETTING his wealth, and a monument
| upon which was recorded the usual
| schedule of virtues, his sins and the
memory of his reckless immoralities
being conveniently buried with his re.
| mains.
The will being read, and Mons. Pau
| being the heir and executor, there was
little trouble in settling the estate.
| Mile Florette amazed and disgusted
Marseilles by appearing in mourning.
Her now sole lover, Mons. Paul,
added to the insult by being seen riding
IN her company.
Then suddenly, greatly to the relief
OF the moralists, some OF whon-all gos-
| slpis born OF envy-envied the state of
| this heir to millions for the sins which
| their poverty prevented them from COM
mitting, the pair disappeared from Mar
sellles, and were seen there no more.
| The scene of their drama was changed
to Paris, and on September 90, 1863,
Paris-at No9 Passage Paulnier-had
| one more banker added 10 its list of
financiers, and the Bourse new fire.
quenter.
And came at the same time new oc.
cupant to the house No. 81 Rue Foun-
taine ST. Georges. This was Mile
Florette Lache, tho once premiere Sec
unda of the ballet of the Marseilles
| 'Theater; later the mistress of father and
son, and now the ruler of the son alone.
M. Paul opened his banking house :;
his financial responsibility was estab-
lished, and possessing all the business
| shrewdness, as well as the evil traits of
his father, he soon became noted. The
deposits were large, his letters of credit
good to any extent.
His private Off ice, magniticently fur
nlshed, was at the rear of The banking
rooms and had q private entrance from
the street by a passage-way, SO that if
he chose he could receive visitors with
out having them pass through the bank.
Here Mile Florette came at will, gen
orally after banking hours, TO visit him;
sometimes she accompanied him to the
theater or the opera, and from thence to
the residence in the Rue Fountaine st.
Georges.
To the world, that portion of the Paris
world which knew them, they were APP
parently devoted % each other. She
reyeled III luxury-he in the delights of
her love.
She especially fancied visits TO Mar
settles, and-strange contrast to the
Theatel Porte ST. neutrality-suspicious.
upon occasions when NJ. Paul had other
engagements and was unable to accom-
papy her. Never had lie gone with her
III these visits. OF her actions he had
no suspicion.
On the morning of November 10,
1871, the employees OF the bank found
the private Office closed in the bank en-
trance-this door being always left
ooen for the admission of the porters to
dust and sweep and put the office in or
der. Contrary to his custom, NJ. Paul
did not appear at his usual hour. At
four O'Clock he had not been seen. At
the closing of the bank the cashier be-
came Thoroughly alarmed. Mile Flor
ette arrived in her carriage. She had
not seen him, she declared, since the
previous morning, and herself had be-
come frightened at his prolonged alb
sence from her presence.
commissajre of police was sent for,
and at her command, rs well as at the
request OF the cashier, the communicat.
ing door was burst open.
There were some papers scattered
upon the floor; the doors of the great
polished burglar proof iron safe were
wide open, and the door of the private
passage leading to the street was not
locked.
The heavy silken curtains Of the rear
windows being drawn apart, and the
barred iron shutters thrown open, the
full light of day revealed ghastly spec
tacle to the police officials, the bank
employees, and Mile. Florette.
Lying upon q couch in an alcove
formed by curve in the wall between
the two windows was NJ. Paul Giron,
the banker, his hand convulsively clutch
ing piece of paper, his face horribly
distorted, and his legs drawn up by the
agonies OF his last moments, dead-as
dead and frightful an object as was his
father on that memorable night two
years ago, at the close Of his last ride to
his home from the apartments of his
mistress, Florette, who now with pallid
face stood looking upon the face of the
dead son.
Upon the floor near the couch was a
vial with the label Poison-Prussic
Acid. F" Ga the table was a letter sealed
and addressed to Mile Florette Lache.
the commissaire of police said:
Mad'moiselle, this is addressed 10
you. Open it in my presence"
She opened it. She trembed like an
aspen leaf. Her eyes were fixed upon
the writing. She uttered wild cry
it rang through the banking office like
the wall of lost spirit-and fell back
senseless. From her hand the COM
missaire took the note, as he raised her
and placed her in the arms of two of his
officials.
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 OF suicide,
and to all the surprises which came up
like maryels of romance from the realism
of crime and human frailty, he could not
avoid the exclamation: "My God It
is impossiblel"
The letter to Mile Florette, the mis-
tress, was as follows:
"1NFAMous WoMAH When you read this
the hand that. secretly though it was done,
has lifted You to honor as wife will be rigid
III death. For in its death-srasp that hand
will clasp the evidence Of your accursef in
fanny, treachery and guilt; the signal of your
doom even as was the ribbon in the window at
Marseilles the signal of my downfall. L found
this scrawl in the CRATE where yesterday you
thought you had burned nil 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
boundless love; not satisfied with my worship,
you must entertain n third victim; no. not
victim, but a confederate, III order that you
may send me to the grave and grasp my mil
lions. My death brings revenge aud peace to
me; and justice. inexorable justice and retri-
button upon you, serpent, murderess, fiend!
To the grave I; TO the state my millions; to
the guillotine You! PAUL GIRoN."