Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1888-09-26

so well known as Feodor D'Crsay; but
the artist was not there. He had been
in for moment that very day, they
told him. but he said that he was going
off for rOrtnIght's visit.
"Wherel" asked Edgar.
''Don't know, really.-
Edgar went away, and the young
man addressed said to his companion:
"What the deuce has D'Orsay been
doing nowp Shouldn't want precisely
that look on anybody's face who asked
for me.'
"D'Orsay has probably stolen his
sweetheart" was the reply.
"Very likely. That man looks as If
Feodor might be found some day witt
4 hole in his head"
Smoking meditatively. they dropped
the subject, while Edgar went TO look
for cheap lodgings, in which to await
D'Orsay's return
Of the days that passed then, we can
say nothing. The landlady wondered
about the pale, stern-faced lodged, but
she cOuldlearn nothing cOncerning.him.
Three weeks went by, when, one
day, walking restlessly up Broadway,
in the crowd hurIying around him a
man brushed past with a woman on his
arm.
a thrill of some utterable love, some
terribly complicated feeling made him
tremble, as he saw the man was Dor
say, the woman Lucia. He turned
and followed them, keeping carefully
out of their sight. He did not go but
little way before he changed his mind
and turned into another street.
The next morning D'Or5ay found in
his office note, requesting him to
come TO a certain number to see a gen.
tleman on business. He read it. and
| thought it relative to some order for
| painting, and was soon saunterlng
slowly toward the house designated.
Rather curious place for a
patron" he said to himself, as he
mounted the steps of a shabby house.
He uttered an exclamation of sur
| prize as he was ushered into the pres.
ence of Edgar, but extending his hand
nonchalantly, SAID:
$50 you pay the town a visit?
| thought you rather exclusively fond oi
e e country"
Ronald did not see the hand. He
| could hardly look in calmness upOl
that smiling, triumphant face.
D'OTsay turned and sat down, say.
ing:
You wish to see me, / believer"
The other went To the door and
turned the key, putting it into hi.
| pocket.
D'Orsay, despite his smiling and as
| suTed face, felt somewhat less easy, fol
he saw something invincible in the
eyes of the man who now Stood befor,
| him.
"Yes, wished to sea you,, Edgar
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you took from Dangerfield with you Il
now your wife?''
D'Orsay still preserved his easy air
His white hand softly stroked Ill
/ beard.
mot exactly. We men, you know,
don't make such girls our wives; but
then L love her dearly. L shall pro-
vide well for her.'
did you ever promise her you would
marry her?''
| D'Orsay could not resist taunting
and torturing the man before him dam
| geroUs though the sport was.
"Oh, L dare say I've told her so,'
| he replied
Elgar could not grow paler than h;
was. He had determined not to bandy
words. a stream of fire seemed L
leave his eyes.
'.Do you know" he said slowly,
that L am going to kill your"
"Then you will be hung" said
D'Orsay, growing white, but still con,
| tinuing TO smile.
That makes no difference" said
Edgar.
Even while he was speaking, DOT
say drew a small weapon from his
| pocket. and snapped it at his compan-
| ion. Something of his self-possessioI
left him when tie pistol missed fire
'FoOll'' whispered + lgar, seizina
D'Orsay's wrist with terrific strength
Would you alarm the house? See
! This will not missl This Is silentT'
| He held before the artists eyes {
long, slender. glittering knife.
D'OTsay tried to wrest his hand
away, but he might as well have strug
gled with giant. Despair itself held
his eyes fastened upon that cleaning
knife. 1t hung above him but one
instant, then he felt the blade in hi:
side, surely Simed. Darkness came
before him, and blood gushed from hi:
wound.
Edgar stayed not to see his work
lie quietly left the room, locking il
carefully from the outside, and wen
down stairs. He went down to til,
.yharves. a ship was ready to sail fol
California. He had Just money enough
for his passage, and in an hour NOR
the ship was sailing out OF the harbor
1t was not until the next morning
that his loom was opened; then the
police and detectives were entirely
baflled, for the murderer was far away
and no eye had seen him depart. Ht
had taken no steps to conceal hImsel
save that one, but be never was found
and, years after, a lonely, haggard
looking man slowly accumulated
fortune among the mines. But b.
never returned home; lie sent no word
He had broken away from his old life
save for the thoughts which woulC
haunt him.
Six months from the time thai
D'Orsay was found dead, one milt
evening in September pale-facet
woman, young in years but old in sor
row, stole up to the farmhouse doc
where Mrs. Earle stood. In the mex
moment the erring daughter was sob
bing, forgiven, upon her mother
BOSOM Through love and weaknes
she had sinned. but she could not sin
to the life to which she khad bee
tempted after D'Orsays death. Safel
surrounded by a mothers love, sh
lived on, if not happy, at least reach
, ing a chastened sadness which bes
befltted one who had been less stronI
than the tempteT.
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