Omaha daily bee., 1889-10-20

seeking or still uncertain OF the way.
They crossed the bridge thus that
spauned the water, black and muddy,
that dragged itself along the dirty let
ties they treated the alleys and byways
Of the Imprimerie, the Maillot, the Hall
leaux Wins, the Boucheries and the
Fosse de l'Eveche.
Twenty times at least, the colonel,
despairing, told himself the pursuit
would end in nothing, and twenty times
at least something urged him on. 1t
was his last resource. He continued TO
go, running when Christine ran, stop
ping when Christine stopped at u ditch,
recess in the wall, n sheltering door
way, but wandering always at the will
of the lunatic, like homeless brute at
random in the Fl elds.
The bells OF st. Ignace had tolled for
II, ana again for l o'clock, when
Christine Evig entered ut last upon the
place of the bishop, and dropped once
more upon the edge of the fountain, her
attitude the same as a few hours ago,
her eyes regarding nothing, her rags
fluttering about her meager spine.
The weather had cleared little; the
rain ceased, and from time to time the
moon came out from the somber clou ds,
and plunged its rays, cold and sparkling
as blades of steel, into the pools of water
standing between the stones. And still
she sat there without sound or motion;
and still the colonel remained in sight
of her, sorrowing and nearly hopeless.
This, then, was the end of his hours
OF wandering-the end Of his doubts and
fears-tho end Of everything? No; for,
even as he thought it, Christine was off
anew like an arrow to the corner of the
Bishops square and the angle OF the
Veilles- -Fcrrailles, that lost itself in the
| labyrinth of alleyways dominating the
churcn of st. 1gnace. The colonel, be-
hind her as ever, saw her halt as sud-
denly in sort of nk-black-nook, from
whence ut intervals glimmered ray OF
light from a tiny window, high up in n
wall, across which " shadow and can
die came and went, Some one was up
still in that miserable hovel.
What should or what could he do
| now? Should he turn back? Should he
"a hand touched his arm; a voice,
| Christine g voice, murmured in his ear:
"Therel Deubeche-there-th
Therep Christine had said it-there!
and the colonel, under the impulse Of
| that controlling hand, threw himself
| forward; door yielded into solid dark
ness, and Christine was still close beside
| him.
| ''Cnut!' Sne WnlSDereu, CDut.
And obeying again the maniacs in
| stinct, the colonel listened anXiously.
| NOthing-not sound-the profoundest
| silence reigned in the house. The IN
matesI Were they dead or sleeping?
| The bell of ST. Ignace struck the hour
| of as he asked himself the question.
AT the same moment an echo of voices
| came from above them, the planks
| creaked. a door opened and the form of
u woman-no, the forms of two women,
| one still wiahin the open doorway, the
other upon the landing at
| the head of the stairs, the one in plain
est view sinister, hideous and evil
| breathing hag, with high, tlorid cheek
| bones and huge ears setting straight out
from her head, and small glittering eye
| balls that positively seemed to bore the
| shadows. In one hand, as she slowly
descended, she clasped a smoky lamp of
copper, in the other a butchers cleaver.
| Scarcely, however, had she plunged
| her eyes, this abominable being, into
the depths below, when she turned to
fee, climbing the stairs with singular
| quickness and agility.
| BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.
| Sword in hand, the colonel had
| pinned to the steps by the hem OF her
| petticoat.
MY child, wretchl my child!, he
roared. "Tell me-my child. What
have you done with it? My child"
| "Thy child?' the snarl of an enraged
hyena replied to him, and a lunge and
sweep of the cleaver that missed the
one for whom it was intended, but did
not miss-Christine. Alas, no! She
had trown herself forward as the blade
descended prompted, perhaps, by a
| NF i,ti, al
had buried itself deep in her brain.
In truth, a strange scene upon
which an instant later Selig, the watch
man of the quarter, entered, drawn by
the open door and the rays OF the lamp
| still burning and ilaring where it had
fallen upon the humid stones. A horri-
bic scene-the body of woman, Chris
tine Evig. dead upon the passage floor.
In the corner, thrown there by hur-
ried or careless hand, suit OF blood
stained clothing, "a child's suit-a tiny
tunic-a pair of shoes, toque with
floating plumes, the colors of the Hill
bouris shausens, and then, above all
this, in the darkness at the head of the
stairs, a raging hell OF hoarse clamors
and savage imprecations.
A mortal combat, q struggle to The
death from which the sword of Diedrich
| Hilbourighausen when its work was
done, came out red and dripping to the
! hilt.
Their names, did you say, the names
| of these Two women, those human
tigers, or limbs of the devil? Parbleu!
thought I'd told you; their names
were Josef, 1.-THE two Josels," as their
comrades of the market called them,
and among whom for two years past
they had kept flourishing charcuterie,
or sausage shop.
Naturally, under the circumstances,
the investigation ana settlement OF this
frightful affair, by order of the authori-
ties, was conducted as secretly as posi-
BILE. Public explanations and particu-
lars, as you see. would have done no
good. and would have been most need
lessly cruel.
The families of the little victims had
surely suffered enough.
Frequently accidents occur in the
household which cause burns, cuts
sprains and bruises; for use in such
cases DR.. j. II. McLean's Volcanic Oil
liniment has for many years been the
constant favorite family remedy.
| One Fare Excursions.
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