Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-10-18


some difficulty things had been put in the
right train.
Fl am expecting q man over from Paris
to. morrow. who will bring Us the good
news" he said. "You 60 and dine at the
Hotel st. German at seven. | will bring
nv friend to Join you at table if car;
but at any case we will not be later than
eight
Till seven o'clock on the morrow Pierre
was in fever Of excitement. There vas
a gap of eight years between the ages OF
the two brothers, and from the time Pierre
had left his home he had seen very little
of Lous. Their paths in life had laid wide
apart, aud there was little sympathy be
tween them as far IS their aims and aspi-
rations went; but now, when the silly boy
had thrust his neck into the halter, Pierre
found out that the brother bond was much
stronger than he had ever suspected. he
took Rsoul with him to the Hotel st. Ger
main, and the two sat down to dinner for
which Pierre, ST least. had but little aPpe-
tite...
The sale msnger OF the hotel was the
transformed chop room OF an old English
coffee house. The tables were set out IN
recesses, divided stable fashion BY high
wooden Positions. with curtains at the
top.
The two entered one of these near the
door, and as they did so they could hear
that another party was dining and dining
well, too, in a box little further down the
room. The champagne corks were pop
ping freely, and several voices-French
yoices-rcss from behind the curtains
One of them, the hoarse, cultural voice OF
O man, seemed to overpower the rest; but
Pierre could hear enough to convince him
that one at least of the party was OF the
gentler sex.
Presently the hoarse voice called out:
Francois! Monsieur, est il lar
"0ui, Monsieur"
"Ah, then, now we will have Mademoi-
selle's story. Another glass Of Pommery
before you begin, Mademoiselle."
And then a woman began to speak. At
the first word she uttered-her voice was
now heard distinctly for the first time
Pierre laid down his knife and fork, and
began to listen with fixed gaze and paired
lips. What fuss you make, mon gros,
about this bsgstelle, as if it was a great
stroke to dupe fool2 All, well! OF all
fools give me a learned fool, one stutted
With all the learning that the Ecole Poly
technique can cram into him
"Mademoisele has an experience vast
and varied, you see" said the hoarse voi'e
Nov, let me go on" said the woman.
"Well my fool told me that he had d brother
who was o Communard and in prison, aud
went down on his knees to me to so over
to Paris to try and get the Young rascal
out Of the sorspe he did something more
than this though. He gave me- all the
money he had With him TO bribe the PreSl-
den, Of tie court. And now comes the
Joke, for really it is o good joke otter oil,
Who do you think the President was?
The woman paused, and several names
were suggested in answer to her inquiry,
but no one hit on the right, for she went
on. None OF you can guess. Why, Mlrl-
| bel; mon cher ami Mabel. SO one morn
ing. after Miribel had introduced l. Louis
Lagrange to the firing party, he called for
me in bis 'bresck, und went and had
charming little breakfast at Versailles with
some Of the money NJ Pierre Lagrange
had given me to bribs the President with.
1t isn't bad story, ia it?'
And then shout Of laughter went up
| from the box where the jewellers sat.
While the woman was speaking Pierre
had moved out into the middle OF the room,
and now stood with his hands gripping hard
the rail OF chair and an awful look upon
his face, in which rage and agony strove
for mastery. Almost before the laughter
had ceased he rushed forward and stood Of
the entrance of the box, where Mdlle Del
phiue was Just drinking the last OF her glass
Of Pommery. De Coussac who was seated
next her, rose, and with smile Of deadlY
malignity upon his face, aud with a voice
no longer disguised, said: "Ab, NJ. la.
grange, you are Just in time to drink a
glass Of wine with US before you go eff to
lay before the new Government your plan
Tor the grand road in the
They we're the last words he ever spoke,
for Pierre drew q pistol from his breast and
shot him through the head. Delphine
screamed and rushed from the table, bat
The next moment she fell, bleeding from
wound in her side, aud Pierre, taruiwg the
weapon against his own breast, pulled The
trigger, aud fell back corPse.-All the
Year Round.