St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-12-22
lnE fAIAl uAlSUN.
It Is Traced With Striking
Accuracy by a Mysterious
Perfume.
A Chance Remark Leads to
the Sudden Discovery Of
a Murder.
A Guilty Wife Commits a Ter
pible Crime to Retain
Her Lover.
The Death Of a Notorious
Royal Roue and the Cause
of It.

Brussels"
ITO whom do you refer?"
ITO the modern Don Juan, of
course"
You still speakin riddles or else the
wine has befuddled my BRAIN"
''rhen let me chase the cobwebs
away. The hero of the last great Pa
rlsian scandal is among us "
"He? exclaimed the man who had
listened with great curiosity. Now
you have made it clear. 1t is a confess
sion of ignorance. even here in Brus-
sells. not to have heard of the Due de
Morny."
"Certainly, monsieur, l pardon you.
the club. Yes, the hero of the hour is
here"
"Well, what of it?"
1--WE must wait and see. There are
pretty women in Brussels"
''ScoreS of them"
"The prettiest is Nine. Volin."
"ThanSs! The compliment shall reach
my wife's ears. She will appreciate it,
monsieur"
The two men who were seated at a
table in an elegant cafe on the Rue du
Midi, Brussels, touched glasses and
drank of their contents. They were as
unlike as two men could be. One was
not yet thirty. tall, handsome. with a
military carriage and beau among
women, married and single; his com
paniOn had passed his fiftieth mile
hnr nj, cd
honelY, and had squeaky voice
which was unpleasant to hear.
Despite his looks. Monsieur Violin had
the most beautiful wife in Brussels, a
vivacious woman. twenty-five years his
junior, with complexion that rivalled
that of Belgium rose. and eyes lus-
trOus enough to set cynic wild. Thou
sands had speculated on this manifestly
strange nnion. but the fact remained
that the two were man and wife, and
that Nine. Violin seemed devoted to her
lord.
There were whispers in certain quar-
tiers that Nine. Violin sometimes smiled
on men of han dSOmer faces md younger
blood than her husband, but no one
thought that thew reached his ears. He
appeared blindlv in love with his wife,
and when well charged with wine
would make remarks that confirmed
the infatuatiOn.
A PARTISAN LoTHARIO.
1t was true. az the younger party at
the wine table informed his companion.
that the Partisan LOthariO had reached
Brussels on the heels of his last intrigue
at the French canital. The Dnc. who
was young and extremely handsome, as
great du+liSt as a lady killer, had
supplemented his last liaison with
duel in the Bots de Boulogne. aud,
with the blood of Young member of
the chamber on his steel. had fed from
Paris TO remain in SO-rallnd retirement
until the affair shonld blow over.
When Monsieur Violin went home that
night from the cafe with wine and the
Due de MOrny in his head. he sought
his wife's chamber. but fOnnd it empty.
Nine. Violin sometimes went to the
theater without her husband, who con-
trasted too strongly with her in the box,
and the flushed husband confident that
the wife had INDUCED her penchant for
a good play. resolved to go to bed. and
let her come in whenever she desired.
In passing to his own chamber. which
was separated from madame's by snit
sight of bit of paper on the floor. He
nicl1ed it up and continued his ionrnev.
Under his own lamp he unfolded the
note. which was highly perfumed and,
read as follows:
'You know. my dearest Volante. that
I can not exist without yOu. Your last
kiss still burns on my brow and turns
nv blood to fire. Tonight. in the Re-
gents Park, await the lnadStOne of
nv happiness, Do not fail to meet your
devoted CLAUDE"
Mons. Violin broke ont in half
drunken laugh when he reached the
end of the worn misSive.
VOlante was madame's maid, young
creature. quite pretty enough to turn
the heads of all the amorons Claudes in
the kingdom. She had probably more
yOnng men on her string than any
other ladv's maid in the canital.
"l'Il have lanoh at the girl's eX-
pense tomorrow" exclaimed M. Violin.
s'No doubt she is now mourning sweet
nonsense into the ears of her last catch
under the trees of Regents park. Snc-
cess 70 herl She has knack of ok
changing kisses. and so forth. for dia-
mond RINGS and other female vanitias,
and shall be the last to NEEDLE with
her f0llv."
Nine. Vnlin's husband. who had trans
ferred the perfumed note to his pocket,
concluded to take turn about the
honse before retiring. Several daring
hurglaries of family Jewels had taken
place of late, and his wife's diamonds
were the envy of all Brussels.
sTRANGLED IN HER BED.
"Hello! Volante's door aiarw eX-
claimed he. stonping in front of the
maids chamber. "Can it he that she
has stolen hack from her trvst. and re-
tired without locking herself imp
He stole toward the chamber on tip.
toe. The door was aiar several inches
and a light burning in the room beyond
showed him the bed aud other articles
of furniture.
The next moment NJ. Violin stood in
the center Of Volante's room. as COM.
pIetelv sobered as if he had not tasted
wine for month.
Across the eonch, with her feet almost
touching the floor. and with her cloth
ing somewhat disarranged. Law the
beautiful Voiante. She was dead!
Monsieur Violin did not fully investi-
gate until several seconds had passed.
The sight of the CORPSE seemed to have
rooted him to the spot. At length. how
ever, he seemed to have found courage
enough to take him forward. and then
for some time he looked down Into the
face of the dead.
"She has been strangled to death"
gasped the man. for everything con-
firmed the statement, and then, without
waiting to push the inves tigation any
further. he rushed into the house and
spread the alarm.
Nine. Violin came back from private
party with some members of her set,
she said. and found the house held by
the authorities. She was hysterical at
first and then calm. Whatl Volante.
her pretty and devoted maid. murdered
in cold bIOodl 1t was DREADFUL
The body of the unfortunate girl was
taken away long before morning, and
then for the first time M. Violin found
himself alone with his wife.
81 did not give them this" said
monsieur. taking from his pocket the
note which he had found In the house
after his return from the cafe.
His wife started and turned pale at
sight of 1t.