St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-22
A WOMAN'S FATAL LETTER.
It Destroys Two Lives and Wrecks That of Her
Husband.

| lieyed he would make me yield, and /
returned to the house to prepare to die.
"Women are always weak, doubly
weak when once they love, and when
once they nave lost their head, as had
lost mine. | saw and see but one thing
clearly-life must be given for a fault
committed, and it is the only way to.
make him safe-again the man t love.
In temporizing, as l told you, am
myself safe Tor this one day. Philippe
will do nothing till sure that nothing
can be done with me. Que short day!
But enoughl At the end of it l shall be
dead. and Philippe will have gained
nothing by either my life or death, for
| shall have spoken first to you, my
husband, and to him. my lover, to whom
l have also written fully, and who will
see that Philippe does not speak at
all.
"'Yes, 1 have arranged everything
well-the way to die, too. The world
will look upon it as an accident: all
shame will be averted, my lover saved,
and you, too, saved from perhaps
crime, and surely from all chance of
scandal. dare not live, but for this
dare to die.
when this. my letter to you, is done
and placed where it will reach you only
when all is over. go to my bath, from
, which, this time, shall not return.
Adieu, my husband. adieu, and pardon
| me; l can do no more to lessen the pain
that | know my death will be unto you,
than-to tell you the truth. BERTHA.
THE GENERALS VENGEANCE.
s'FOr moment Gen. de LimOusin re-
manned as if turned to stone, his face
set like mask of iron, the sweat stand
ing in beads upon his brow. Surely he
was mad? Surely he had dreamed the
words upon the sheet before him? 1t
could not be Bertha. his dead wife,
whom an hour before he had laid to
rest. who wrote him thus?
"But the letter-the letter was there
before him, its meaning unmistakadle,
and all at once his nerve returned to
him, the iron nerve of his days of battle.
He turned about. arranged something
in the drawer beside him and sharply
touched the bell.
"'Send Philippe to me- said he to the
servant who came to answer 1t, and al
military salute. appeared-a tall, robust
Auvergnese soldier, with red mus
tache, sly air aud a cunning eye. The
general regarded him silently. his hand
still toying noiselessly with that some
thing hidden in the drawer; but his
voice. when presently he raised it to
speak, was firm, calm, without heat or
hurry.
Philippe said he, every syllable
distinct and clear, and ominously suave
to one who knew bis way, Philippe you
are going to tell me the name Of my
wife's lover
IN. lie General-Madame's
philippe stOpped-the words or the
lie died in his throat. The generals
hand had suddenly risen from the
drawer. in its grasp the shining barrel
of revolver.
Come, Philippe he resumed, still
as gently as if cOaxing a child, come.
the name, please, and quick about it. l
am not very patient man. as well you
know
1.-The name, NJ. lie General STAN
mered Philippe, the name it is-it is
Capt. Second, of NJ. lie Generals own
staff
"'Alberio Second tres bien. Philip
pc; and now learn you one thing, that
he who breaks invariably pays. AS for
Capt. Second, all, the Capt. Second will
pay-after you"
LAS the general spoke his hand moved
higher, flame burned his eyes, shot
parted, and Philippe, the ball in his
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