The Penn's Grove record., 1888-09-29
NUMBER 9.

SO well known rs Feodor DCrsay; but
the artist was rot there. lie had lcen
in for a moment that very day, they
told him. but he said that lie was going
off for a rOrtnlght's visit,
"Where?" asked Edgar.
"DOn't know, really
Edgar went away, AMI the young
man addressed saId 10 his companion:
"What the deuce has D'Orsdy been
dong now? Shouldn't want precisely
that look on auybOdy's face who asked
for me-"
"D'Orsay has probably stolen his
sweetheart" was the reply.
every likely. That man looks az if
Feodor might be found some day with
a hole in his head"
the subject, while Edgar went to look
for cheap lodgings, in which to await
D'Orsay's return.
Of the days tllat passed then, VI can
say nothing. The laudlady wondered
about the pale, stern-faced lodged, but
she cOuldlearn nothing cGIcernIng,him.
Three weeks went by, when, one
day, walking Testlessly up broadway,
in the crowd huTIyinE around him a
man brushed past with a woman on his
Arm.
A thrill Of some utterable love, some
terribly complicated feeling made him
trembIe, as he saw the man WIS D'Or-
say, the woman Lucia. He turned
and followed them, Keeping carefully
out OF their SIGHT. He did not 60 but
a little way before he changed his mind
and turned into aHOlher street.
The next morning D'Orsay found in
his Office a note, requesting him TO
come to a certain number to see IA gen
tlenan on business. lie read it. and
thought it relative to some order for
painting, and was soon %saunterlng
slowly toward the house designated.
"RatheT "a curious place for a
PATRON" he said to himself, as he
mounted the steps of a shabby house.
He uttered an exclamation Of sur
prise as he was Ushered into the pres.
ence Of Edgar, but extending his hand
nonchalautly, sad:
$50 you pay the town a visit? |
thought you rather exclusively fond OF
tie country"
Ronald did not see the hand. lie
could hardly lcoK in ealmHes3 upon
that smiling, triumphant face.
D'Orsay turned aud sat down, say,
ing:
You wish to see me, ! believer"
The other went To the door ant
turned the key, putting it into LII
pocket.
D'Orsay, despite his smiling ana as
sured face, felt somewhat less easy, fOl
he saw something invinclble in the
eyes OF tie man WHO lo% s,0Od before
him.
"Yes, wished to sc, you,' Elgal
said. ''Nill You tell me II the lady
you took from DangeIGe.d with you Il
now your wiie?'
D'Orsay still preserved his easy air.
His white hand softly stroked his
beard.
Not exactly. We men, you know,
don't make such giIlS cur wives; but
then | love her dearly. L shall pro-
vide well for her."
Did youeyer promise her you would
marry her?"
D'OrSay could not resist haunting
and torturing the man before him dan
geroUs though the sport a
"Oh, | dare say Eve told her So"
he replied.
Elgar could not grow paler than he
was. lie had determined not to handy
words. A stream of fire seemed 10
leave his eyes.
"Do you know" he said slowly,
that | 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
rocket. and snapped it at his cOmpan-
ion. Something of his seIf.possession
left him when the pistol missed fire.
Fool whispered l. gar, Selling
D'Orsay's WRIST with terrific strength.
"Would you alarm ihe house? Sec!
This will not mIssl This is silcntl"
He held before the artists eyes a
long, slender. glittering knife.
D'Orsay tried to WRIST his hand
away, but lie might rs well have strug-
gled with u giant. Despair itself held
his eyes fastened upon that cleaning
knife. II hung above him but one
instant. then he felt the blade in his
side, surely aimed. Darkness came
before him, and blood gushe1 from his
wound.
Edgar stayed not to see his work.
lie quietly lett the room, locking it
carefully from the outside, and weht
down stairs. He went down to the
,gharveS. y ship WAS ready to sail for
| California. He had Just money enough
for his passage, AMI IN ~ hour more
the ship vas sailing OUT OF the haTbor.
1t was not until the next morning
that his room WAS opened; then the
police and detectives were entirely
| balllad, for the murderer was far away,
aud no eye had seen HIM depart. lie
had taken IL steps TO conceal himself
ave that one, but be never was found;
and, years after, a lonely, haggard-
looking man slowly accumulated a
fortune among the mines But he
never returned home; e sent TO word.
lie had broken away from his OLD life.
save for the thoughts which would
haunt him.
SIX months from the time that
| D'Orsay was found dead, one mild
evening in September Il pale-faced
woman, young IN years but oil in Sor-
row, stole UP to the farmhouse door
where Mrs. Earle stood. In The next
moment the erTiug daughter was sob
bing, forgiven, upon her mothers
bosom. Through love and weakness
she had siuutd. but she could not sink
to the lie To which she CHAD been
tempted after D'OrSGS death. Safely
surrounded 10y Il mothers love, she
lived on, if not happy, at least reach