The Penn's Grove record., 1888-09-01
NUMBER s.

I mind that she was the sort OF woman
who could have turned the fortunes Of
some stormy day In a revolution had
she q cause at heart.
"The person you are looking for"
drowned by the clamor. She kept her
place, standing still, aud then she
began, raising her voice
1.-THE person you are looking for,
| Monsieur de Larmieux, is not In this
house. He has made his escape, and
| you might as well disband."
A furious howl arose from the crowd.
Still Cecily held her ground. De Lar
mieux's heart beat to suffocation. His
| c~apricious passion for Louise Won Ul-
rich's governess famed up in it. 1t
was almost worth the sacrifice Of
Louise's substantial dover to win such
a woman as that. How simply and
| composedly she had risen equal to the
| occasion. BAIL Most women make fools
Of themselves h called upon to act
in an emergency-fools either through
fright or over-dramatiZation of the
situation.
He pushed forward unconsciously,
and q wild.eyed man next to him looked
at him suspiciously. At that moment
another wave of fierce clamor broke
over the crowd, and it swayed back
ward. The rhythmic sound Of tramp
ing feet was audible above the hubbuD;
there was a flash of steel in the sun
light; the military had arrived. A final
and tremendous shout went up, and q
parting shot. q stone, was hurled at
Frau Won Ulrich's house. De Lar
mieux, who still looked up, saw Cecily
stagger, recover herself, and then reel
backward. Digging his elbows right
and left, he Glove a way for himself
| through the Infatuated mass.
Short shrift was made Of it. It
melted away, face to face with the SOL
diery, through every contiguous thor
Oughfare. Half an hour from the
beginning OF the riot the cen of it,
save for the debris which Uttered the
ground, was swept As clean as though
it had never known a disturbance.
But Cecily Leroy vas struck to death.
Louise, who had been fond of her gov
erness, contided her grief to De Lar.
mieux, with whom the events of the
day seemed to have placed her on a
definite footing.
"The doctor does not thlnkp"-he
could get no further.
De Larmieux was frightfully pale.
He wanted to ask Frau Won Ulrich to
admit him to the dying girls presence
to the presence of the girl who had
| received the blow Of that deadly mis-
sile while aiding him. All the love he
had shown for her in clandestine ways
since he had been In the house; all the
efforts he had made to win her affec-
ton, even while he had, from the first
and always, intended to marry Louise
in the end; all the ~dishOnOrable aspect
of his conduct, came back upon him.
He would have liked to do something
| say something. y y \ But make an
esclanarep A sceneP Relinquish the
prospect of Louise and her dowerP Yet
at that moment, the dover did not
seem so very important after all. And
as for this little German iancee OF his
he at that instant hated her.
Events do not always wait for the
ultimate maturing of our resolves.
When Frau Won Ulrich entered, fol-
lowed by the doctor, De Larmieux
read their faces Alright.
'Dead!" his dry lips calculated.
The doctor inclined his head. sit
was a sharp stone. 1t struck with i'm
mense force directly against the tenn
ple."
Frau Won Ulrich clasped her hands.
"She was a good girl and courageous.
1 believe she had no friends. She was
my governess, but she shall be buried
with every decency, doctor-quite as
though she were my d%anghterr"