St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-03-18

fled to London; I lived in the company
of the fast and frail-and ALTO forget.
Zone day my wife in fit of temper
struck herself in the breast with
broken dagger. 1t went too deep! She
died after a horrible Scene-died first
accusing me of having been the cause OF
her death. [ was not sorry that she
was dead; nevertheless, | had not killed
her, which at the last moment she adj
mitted to her pastor. She had only in
tended to brighten and yex me, her
hand had slipped. etc. All, well. the
mother did not kill, the son | did
like dog. have not even thrOb Y
remorSe for the deed" ~
"But why should you have killed hi1aaf?
The child you had brought into the
wOrld-yOur SOn!' ~
my child, my SOn-perhapS so, per
haDS not; this was one of the things, -,
THE sHAMEs, THAT KEPT Me In AFRICA.
Besides, L hated him; he was wicked,
treacherOus, vicious, more vicious even
than the woman to whom l had given
my name, and who had given him birth
it was fitting that he should comeito
his end thus! Alice Davidson, the Great
ure that caused you such diSQuietude,
had been the femme de chambre of MIME.
de NoirmOuStier, but mistress OF
mine, never She had come to black-
mail me-tO demand Of me as the price
of package Of letters written by my
wife to her brother, accusing ME, among
other things, of an attempt to poison
her, 900 francs, the price of the letter
your despair, knowing the suspicion
with which | was regarded by every one,
the hate with which | was pursued by
my wife's family, l dared not expose
myself to the anguish of seeing those
letters placed in your hands. l departed
therefore, for London to raise the
money upon the remnant OF the
heritage left me by my mother,
falling to get it in any other
way, to ask it as loan from my wife's
estate if it could be done. AS fate would
have it. my SON was among the guests
at the Marquis Barckley's. The hunt
was over, the day ending when we met
and quarreled. He had heard of my APP
preaching marriage; he Knocked me as
usual, tainted. inSulted me.
'''Should l kill myself was the
thought in my mind, or should L kill
him, the miserable bastard who bore
my nameD
"'Listen,' | said to him, 'aDd forget
that / pass for your father. You have
your gun with you, as | have mine-we
will end this once for all-draw and de-
fend yOllrSelfp
ST DO NOT FIGHT WITH PRISONER,
he answered scoffingly.
Mad with passion, flung myself upon
him. He fell at my feet-the rest Mad
nOw?'
She answered not, but darted to the
doors and closed and locked them. 1t
was time, for sudden noise, like the
trotting of horses, could be heard upon
the road leading to the chateau, and
through the window looking upon the
Court of Honor.
Madeleine saw a diSmOunted group,
the pale reflections of the coming dawn
shining upon the chapeauX-gal0nnes of
the gendarmeS.
"HaStenr she cried, throwing her
mantle upon her shoulders and Selling
Lionel by the hand; ''they are here to
arrest you, but there is passage from
the house known only to me-haSten,
before they enter. We will 60 far away,
Lionel; we will never return"
'YOu-I-go far awayW
"Yes, you have suffered enOugh-too
much-I also. God will pardon us; but
hasten, hasten! [ am your wife, not
your Judge! can not see you muir
dered-I love you, love you as l have
always loved you'll" ~
He caught her in his arms, he covered
her lips with kisses-but he did not
stir.
''Too late, Madeleine" he answered
sadly; s'too late, soul of woman more
generous than that of angels! If l
doubted Heaven, you would have made
me believe! Adieu! and pray for Che
unhappy one, unworthy of living"
*.* -
When the gendarmes entered the
chamber of the Comtesse d'Horaciles
they found her swOOning across the
corpse of the Baron de Noirmoustier.
dead from pistol shot in the heart! ~
Life was left her-but mother reason!