Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-01-04
CHAPTER XIV.


1t was more than two years after
Eugene left me that l as sitting one af-
ternoOn near the window which looked
out upon the front entrance to Strassmera,
l had been busy with some papers, but
looked out into the rainy atmosphere in a
kind of absent way, and fXed my eyes
without being conscious Of seeing, upon a
figure that was approaching the house.
An umbrella partly shaded the stout pro-
portions of man with q rolling gait 50
like fathers that it was no wonder that
sprang upat last and commenced casting
keen glances that way. On and on slow
ly t0lled the figure and | watched it,,
while my poor heart began to throb faster
each moment, so that 1 had to stay its
pain with my hands pressed upon it. l
went out to meet the unWonted visitor
with step that had the spring of happy
days, though l did not know that | went
so fast. He reached the steps asd then a
gust Of Wild blew the umbrella aside.
With an cutlery Of joy | thought my lips
would never more utter, / ran and fell on
his neck and kissed his dear brown face
with kisses sweeter than any words can
tell, for there was the old-time love shin
lug in his eyes. He held me in his arms
so tightly that ! could scarcely breathe,
but Oh it was bliss to bear the close fold
ing. So we struggled on up the steps and
into the room together, and after awhile l
heard his broken voice saying:
''Little Daisyl OH my ship-shape lass.
Sweetheart Are you fast?"
He thought to lose me again perhaps,
for he held my hand 80 fast | could not
have lOOsed it if had tried; but / did not
try to loose it-Oh, mol
/ sat on stool at his feet after leading
him to an easy-chair, and then with one
hand l caressed his, and the happy tears
would rain from my eyes. He kept on
smiling and crying, too, az he wiped my
tears from of my checks, ana now and
then sad softly:
''My Daisy!"
We had no need to talk just then. He
did not tell me why he had come and l
did not ask; it was enough that he was
there with the lOve-lightin his eyes.
But he had brought me something, and
by and by he handed a newspaper TO me,
pointing out marked paragraph in its
columns.
read silently. The heading was such
as to catch my quick glance at once:
"W onderful confession Of guilt after
l0ng years of cOncealnlent."
Here in this Louisiana town we ind
food for a startling romance in the events
of real1ife. Not many days since a man
appeared before our Magistrate pale and
crippled leaning on the arm Of a twin
brother, who was his exact counterpart
save in the matter Of health. They gave
in their names as Eugene and Pierre
Guillaume, the sons OF a French gentle
man Of some note. The crippled brother
confessed that about six years back, in
drunken combat, he stabbed a young
companion causing his instant death.
His proud family covered his crime by ef-
fecting his immediate escape from the law
under the assumed name of Williams,
which is the English for Guillaume. They
lived for several years in Southern city.
The death of bis proud mother, which was
probably caused by her sons disgrace,
opened the way for the guilty man to
yield himself into the hands Of justice.
The brothers would not part, bus appeared
in the court room with locked arms.
Citizens were quick to come forward and
establish all the facts in the case, SO that
trial was brought about.
ut is needless to say what was the re-
suit. He was acquitted; even the father
OF the youth who was killed approving
the decision Of the court. This affair is
iuu Of interest from the fact that the
bt0Jhei Is most noble and honorable
man and scholar, who has been a Profess
.sor IN one Of our highest Institutions and
VINO bears a sRotless reputation. He
bears WITH MIN wherever he goes the sym
pathy ana respect of a host of friends.
True TO ms ilaternal love, we learn that he
gave up the lovely young wife whom he had