Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-04-19

find a young man whose countenarce
and actions showed him TO be possessed
of considerable intelligence and rank
ness,
"That is not the face OF brutal
butcher" muttered Bertrand. "Why
Gid you commit SO terrible deeo?"
asked he.
A shrug Of the shoulders was the an
swer.
Looking at the prisoner straight in
the eyes, Bertrand then said:
II do not believe that you murdered
Madame de Brahall"
The young man started toward the
detective eagerly, then stopped, and
casting his eyes to the ground, said:
"Was not my dagger found sticking
id madame's bosom"
How did it get there?' inquired Ber-
trand.
"My Godl IL stabbed her"
The detective, Withdrawing, mutter-
to himself;
Strange indeed. l cannot believe
in the guilt Of this young man. He is
sacrifi cling himself to save sUme one.
Perhaps ne has a mistress among
the maids o! madame, and her he
wants to protect. | will find 9ut
/ will go TO the house of the murdered
woman and find out all / can"
so saying he went to his private
room, and DOMINIC a complete dis
guise, nc proceed to the Rue des In
vaides Arriving at the mansion. be
asked the porter who answered the
bell for Monsieur de Brahal, stating
that with monsieur ne had important
business. He was informed that mon
sieur was not at home-in fact, mon
sieur was not N Paris.
"rheR," said Bertrand, monsieur is
not aware Of the terrible misfortune
that has befallen him in the death Of
his wife"
"No, monsieur" answered the por-
ter, Monsieur de Brahal left Paris the
day before the murder of Havre and
has not returned, although Madame
Rhodes, the housekeeper, mas sent him
word"
"Ah! perhaps from this English
housekeeper | can learn something"
muttered the detective to himself.
Then to the porter. MADAME Rhodes,
perhaps, can give the information |
desire"
Bertrand was now shown into the re-
ception room OF the mansion. Present.
ly the rustling of woman's dress was
heard, and the form of a woman was
before him.
What does monsieur desire of me?'
a,ked Madam Rhodes.
The voice made the detective start as
it he had heen struck by an electric
shock, and, taking a step forward, he
approached almost near enough to
touch the womans face. Then, starting
back, utteiing cry of mingled surprise
and rage, he faltcred:
"Susannel'
The woman shrank back as if she had
trod upon serpent. She did not recog-
u q him.
Il have found you at last" muttered
3 rtrand.
81 never saw you before, and am
not ut all anxious to clear up this Idle
ulous mistake" said she.
81 Will recall your recollections."
Like a Il ash he tore of his disguise.
Justin" she murmured; "the dead
come to lifel What do you want of me?"
she said haughtily,
"What do / want2" he asked, with a
tinge OF sorrow in his voice. 81 want
my SON"
what if | should refuse to give him
up"
"Then, woman, l will tear the secret
from your heart" And advancing men,
acingly toward her, rs if to execute his
threat, he stopped, and as though
touched by a sweet recollection of hap
by days gone by, he murmured
Susanne, give me back my son and |
will forgive ali the evil you have done
me"
81 do not want your pardon. All |
ask is that you leave this house and
never modest me more; for if you do"
81 will not move until have my son.
You base woman, | now believe you to
he the sccomplice OF a muir"
An Internal smilD contracted Susanne's
pallid lips.
"Your son." she said in harsh
voice. "You want TO know him ? "
"Tell me where he is. and | swear
will leave you forever"
"Your son Philip is at the prefecture
with the blood of Madame de Brahal
on his head. He wac her groom"
Bertrand's lips trembled, and he had
not strength to answer. Then gathering
sufficient strength together, he left the
wretched scene and fastened to the
prefecture. 1t was the work of all in
slant for him to reach the coll where
his boy was. Bursting in upon him 10
the smazenent of the keepers, Ber-
trand clasped the young man about
the neck aud broke ont in sobs of Joy.
a'Phihp, my boy-my son | have
found you ~ last
The young man was dumbfounded.
"What does all this mean ?" he
asked
1T mear J that they shall never take
you from me again. My boy, do YOU
not know your fSther?" filtered Der.
I trand.
my God Are you my father "
asked the youth, with an apparent
tremor in his voice.
"Swear to me that you did not muir
/ der Madame de Brahsl. and that II was