St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-04-20

ana opened Tile paper, Gate or Nov. 20,
of current year.
TAT last" it began, sat last, Mons. lie
Juge, have found the means OF ending
1t all, of escaping the WEAKNESS of
public trial, the shame of an execution.
In gratitude l give you truths that
may some time serve science, since for
science L yet retain my old affection,
My advocate has pleaded before you
my lrresponsibiiity. Was he right or
wrong in doing this? | reply by an
other Query-iS free agency piece of
nonsense, ORA tiagrant insult to the
Chief of All. No matter, the question
Is one we'll never settle; let us return
TO details, brief at best. | was born
poor. ugly. squat and absurd, but with
power of will and of work exceptional.
Abused by my parents, ridiculed by my
comrades. cut off from every hope and
Joy OF youth, my refuge was study, my
desire, to know. my aim, to kill in my
self all prejudiees, weaknesses and
dreams. For Caillette, my sister, pos
SeSsed an Instructive affection based
perhaps, upon habit, and entirely de-
void of ScrupleS. | loved her because |
destined her for my precious expert
ments. She saw my subject, at the
same time my servant; her trail and
susceptible temperament peculiarly fit
ting her for both. In short, ! dominated
her, L absorved her will, as the pupils of
of her eyes were absorbed or seem to
melt away beneath my gaze; only when
L had been drinking, 4 habit that has
grown upon me of late, did l loose this
magnetic power.
1T was then she fooled me, then,
pushed by the remains of religious
education, that she willingly. as in the
incident you know of. denounced me;
she who in spite of herself had been my
accomplice. Calllette is dead. they say,
in prison, as | shall be-so much the
better from all points of view.
But why was it that suddenly my
perfect tranquility of mind and body
was troubled. then destroyed by the
casual encounter of Camille Felzunce
caracollng upon horseback beside her
father? Why? Through that strange
and common phenomenon, of course.
Which escapes the analysis of science,
and in ordinary language is known as
love. Love? So the world would say
and for me who had always hated her
from the bottom of my soul, and suf-
tered in her presence a thousand dis
quietudeS and pangs.
No! love it was not, this uneaSiness
which she caused me- 1t came. it had
its origin. l am absolutely certain of
that from some strange. peculiar attrib-
ute of her beautiful eyes, and the ability
OF the eye to benumb and hypnotic the
stoutest will. l, who have experimental
at length upon the eyes of the poor
Calllette. know but too well. As for
the eyes of Camille Felzunce, they held
me in the bondage of a sure control
adored them with rage. L eXecrated
them with frenzy; Danish them from
my dreams L could not. to contemplate
them IN life l dared not, yet so clearly
did L see them always they seemed in
crusted upon my very brain.
''Well, to shorten the story. Dating
from the instant when | saw them fixed
upon that ridiculous dandy, Lieut.. Ber-
nard de Castelmere, and i'll their depths
IN expression IanguorOuS and tender. to
this insupportable possession of mine
was added an equally insupportabIe
Jealousy. Yes, jealousy-of that which
L saw in that gaze |, who would
never receive a similar one. $50 be
it, L said to myself. if not the gaze,
then the eyes themselyesr l take into
my own possession those blue and
limped globes, those organs regularly
spherical, that cast upon screen an
image (in this case the image OF de
CaStelmere) that a special nerve in turn
reprints upon the brain. From the
eyes of Camille FeIZunce 1 suffer cruel
ly; they wound me mortality A viper
possesses venomouS tooth-extract it.
and the power of harm exists no more!
BAIL NJ. lie JUICE, you catch my
meaning; It's useless to reason further.
| have only to add that for perfect re-
pose Of mind for mySelf-the handsome
hussar-he, too, had to disappear! He
was poor; the hand of Camille had
been refused him: by this my plans were
simplified. Like finished diplomatic.
Wormed myself into their conf
dence. offered to serve their love; bet
ter still. prepared for them a rendezvous
in nook of my own secure dwelling
Very secure. and monasteries of the Mid
die Ages are well supplied with such re-
treats. Bernard de CaStelmere sleeps
in peace in company doubtless with de-
briS less recent.