Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1890-04-25

was urged on TO my ruine What Is
this folded up here?"
He opened paper placed carefully
in one OF the pocks OF the book 1t
contained a lock of golden hair-a
curl cut from tho head OF a child.
Written inside the paper were these
words: Little Gustave's hair" in
Madame Dumasque's writing. His
own hair cut from his head before he
had commenced his hateful career,
which had terminated in the double
murder, every detail OF which he saw
pass before him In that silent rooml
Gustave had been terrible sinner.
II he could have been assured of es-
cape from the consequences of his last
and blacklist crime, he would probably
have hardened his heart again; but
the terrible thought that he had cut
short with his own hand the life of the
one who had given him life, and had
taken the life of a man who had never
even crossed his path until that night,
filled his soul with the bitterest regret
the awful conviction that for him
there could be no mercy.
trembling fingers-that silent witness
OF mothers love overpowered even
him, until he felt faint, and flung it
from him to the ground, while he FUN
bled in the pocket-book for the check.
In vain-he could not find it, He
turned over every leaf separately at
last, and came upon his mothers
diary, and there, in her clear bold
hand writing, he read the very last
entry.
"Gustavo has not written or tele-
graphed, and now find from the re-
ply to my message that he has not been
to his hotel. DO not feel certain ofhis
movements. Think he means to escape
his bargain; therefore have just torn
up and burned the check, lest he should
obtain possession OF it, For his own
sake, he must be made to marry Lena
| shall now set out for London"
Before Gustave reached the end of
the last sentence, Il low agonized cry
burst from his lips.
Lost, lost lost-for ever lostr he
muttered. His head dropped lower
and lower; tears fell upon his clasped
hands; and the outbur3t of passion at
last Gained him.
Day broke, and he extinguished the
gas and drew up tho blind; then he
sat down and waited until the servant
came to call him. He answered the
summons; but as he did so his quick
ear detected an unusual bustlo in the
corridor below. In moment he had
shut and locked his door, and. writing
II few words on u visiting card, pinned
it to the cushion on the dressing table.
Another instant and the sharp report
of pistol rang through the room,
bringing up those who waited for him
below and crowd of terrified peo-
pie.
Foremost in the throng was the
night porter, and pushing their way
calmly to the front, were three con
stables with Judith and Jacob Mustif.
They forced the door, and found Gus
tave Dumasque beyond the reach of
Justice; they were too late-he was
dead. On the card which they found
on the dressing table was written-
"Judith, you will be late. l will
give all | have-one life for two;
will myself revenge her death; | will
pay the penalty in full"
When Judith read these words she
wept-wept for the man whom she
had come to place in the hands Of
justice and STOPPING down, she pick.
cd up that curl of golden hair which
she had seen his mother sever from
his baby head.
In the following spring there was
great rejoicing in Abbotsford; fol
Lena and Clifford were married, and
their troubles were over. The went
abroad, for the health of the bride
was the source of some anxiety, and
they did not return to Faircview until
the autumn.
81 did not known how sweet life can
be made said Lena softly, one even.
ing as they were sitting together by
one of the drawing-room windows in
the full enjoyment of their welded
happiness, .'until we walked together
hand in hand"
at shall be as happy as my love
for you can make it, darling said
Clifford fondly; ''it shall be all sun
shine, to make up for the storms that
are past"
1T can only be happy while you
are by my side, dear Clifford" return
ed Lena tenderly. IF you had per-
ished in that awful mill | should have
died too, think. never wish to see
that place again!"- she shud-
dered.
ut is too dreadful to speak of, dear
est he replied gravely. II wonder
how Judith can live in the Mill House
all alone. l gave her the furniture as
a gift from you, and when she dies ii
will be sold.n
"Poor Judith" commented Lena
pitifully-'' loved my aunt. Look,
Clifford she went on, pointing at the
rising moon-.'it was just such an
evening as this when we parted at the
old gateway three years ago
Clifford put his arm round her.
"Yes," he said; "the moon has al
ways been the lovers lamp, but, thank
Heaven, we need her light no longer
to guide us to each other! And now,
sweet wife, we must begin to form our
plans for helping all our tenants and
friends to enjoy merry Christmas, as
it is already the third week in October.
What do you propose?o
Lena turned from her contempla-
! Nf no tar1t l..