St. Paul daily globe., 1888-06-03

savory plat" "behold it! One evening
| the doctor entered the chamber of his
| wife like a tempest.
Madame said he without preface,
Madame, | know all-Mons. de Blaze
witt is your lover The poor Macha
became as white as linen, the purple of
death appearing upon her lips.
''Kill men' she cried, throwing her.
self before him; kill melt is better,
and l wish it!'
mo; cannot raise my hand against
a woman replied Arnold. Your ac-
complice has paid for both. Mons. de
BlaZewitz is dead, | have fought with
him-I have killed himp
"Macha dropped like a stone. All
the same, the doctor had lied-de-
liberately lied. He had not dared to
touch as much as the mustache of the
handsome captain, one of the best
marksmen and fencers in Vienna. He
knelt by the side of his wife, rigid
upon hetf1Oor-the pulse fluttered still
she lived! He gave her, this eXecu-
toner, his care, reviving draught-in
short, terminated her.
Now he said to her. go at once
and put on your ball dress and all your
diamodnS. You must accompany me to
the ball of the French ambassador, to
which we are invited!
'NeverH cried Macha, never! 1t is
impossible"
"'You will co. coldly continued her
husband, and Immediately. l have
made my duel with Mon. de Blazewitz
upon the preteXt of quarrel at play,
sary that you be seen upon my arm to-
night, or the world, which talks so well,
will believe and say that we fought on
account of you. | refuse to be dis
honored. Dress at once. | command itr
'HoW resist the man whom she had so
cruelty outraged? Macha made her
toilet in what agony! And her hus-
band dragged her to the salon of the
ambassador. There, shivering and de-
pressed, she fell rather than seated her.
self in the salon d'entree, where the
footman every moment cried the names
of the new arrivals. The doctor in full
dress, superb and stately, with all his
orders glittering upon his breast, held
himself erect behind the chair of his
wife.
Suddenly, with a glance into the
ante-chamber. he stopped and mur-
INJURED in her ear"
'What?" cried Pareira. "a gal
lantry or threat?"
'Murmured in her ear" continued
Maurice. as if the other had not spoken,
"'ThOu wretch, thou miserable one,
since grief hath not killed thee-'ah,
well, look there'-pomting to the door
look, and die of iOyn At the same mo-
ment the foOtman announced in sono-
rOuS voice:
THE CAPTAIN BARON DE BLAZEWITZn
And the handsome officer entered with
smile upon his lips. his eyes, as they
| always did, seeking the eyes OF his
mistress. But was it she, the woman
he loved-that trembling, tottering
figure: that livid face under the spark
ling diamOnds-she who stared at him
with a wild, affrignted gaze and fell
upon the floor dead
THIS TINE TRULY DEAD?
cit was, of course, frightful csc
landre; the doctor threw himself beside
his wife with cries of anguish. and the
despair of Monsieur de BlaZewitZ, but for
| the entreaties of a friend who led him
| away, would have produced a scene.
"The guests scattered like dried
| leaves, the lackeyS ate up the supper,
and the embassadress, who had con-
Structed for the cotillion some groteSque
figures from which she expected great
success, enraged-"
Maurice stopped-the room was 81
lent, some of them nearly shivering-
| even Pereira himself had tact enough to
avoid saying anything stupid.
| At this moment the mistress of the
house lifted the portiere of the smoking
! room.
"Have you finished, gentlemen?" said
she, have you finished your cigars? If
so, the ladies reclaim you.'
In passing into the salon again Pereira
took the arm of Maurice.
Your DOCTOR" he murmured, "what
became of hlm--you did not finish?''
LAS | told you, in day of impru-
dence he boasted of his crime which had
escaped all chaStiSement. But his So
| journ in Vienna had grown to be very
unpleasant. To-day he is in Varsovie,