The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-03-23

picked up in Paris"
"Go on" said NJ. Violin. "You know more
than this"
81 would not have thrown note and handker-
chief to you if did not. The bit of linen so
delicately perfumed was picked up in the bou-
doir of high-born Partisan dame after the gal
liant De Morny had departed"
"My Godp' cried NJ. Violin, losing color.
care you going to fasten the murder of poor
Volante upon this deceiving villain ?'
"Not yet, Monsieur. The gay Due kills only
with the rapier, and then in the presence of
few spectators only"
"But he wrote the note to volante"
Undoubtedly he penned It,"
The young detective stopped there little too
suddenly for M. Violin.
81 am in a maze" said he. "I thought the
Due made love to high-born ladies only"
"All is fish that comes to his net" smiled the
detective
'Then he would make love to maids -
"Yes, If the game were worth the candle?''
Strange to relate, from this point the detective
became uncommunicative, much to NJ Volins
chagrin, and the hunchbacked citizen of Brus-
sells went home. Madame knew how to extract
state secrets from her devoted spouse, and no
sooner had he entered than she began
'This woman-kller of Paris, the adorable
Due, does more than kill men in dues l' cried
NJ Violin, exasperated by compliment which
his wife had dropped in the rouss favor.
''What is his other occupation ?'' queried the
Madame.
"By heavens, he entces ladies' maids into the
tolls !"
Madame Violin flushed. "Nonsensem % cried
She
n,, ha,r 1. -, ,-,tr.
she scents his notes as he does his handker-
chiefs. Wait and see. You women won't be
defending the French serpent at the end of the
week. My detective has found the trail of
Claude"
Madame Violin gave her husband singular
look. He thought he saw pallor of fear chase
the color from her cheeks, and the hand that
toyed with her armlet trembled slightly
'There will be revelation when my man un-
covers Claude !" continued Monsieur. "Agen-
uine sensation. Volante wasn't out of the
house that night. This much we know. She
was killed where found her."
'But the note ?'
"We'n know more about that by and by"
The beautiful Nine. Violin went to her cham
Der that night with a step whose very steadiness
caught her husbands eye.
"My God ~ thought he. "The destroyer of
Paris has done his work in my preserves. Shall
/ strangle the witch now as he strangled Vo-
lante, orr
He stopped suddenly, for his wife had
emerged from the boudor and was coming
toward him. There was not the sign of color in
her face. Her hands were clenched, the fair
nails buried in the white palms, and her eyes
had look that actually made his blood run
cold.
"The serpent has bitten you !'' cried NJ. Violin,
advancing step toward her. ''Not satisfied
with running the head of my house, he destroys
and then kills Volante-'
'Liar stand off ~ was the sharp Interrupt
ton, and Nine. Violin waved him back as she
drew her magnificent figure to it's true height.
'He never touched the girl. 1 did that myself"
NJ. Violin recoiled with Mortified cry.
''1he girl fell in love with the Due against
my wishes. / knew him long before he came
to Brussels. He was my friend before let your
golden net enmesh me- The letter addressed
to 'Volante' was intended for me. 1t was so
written TO deceive you. The girl herself, as l
have said, fell in love with the Due; her pretty
face was doing its work, and, when she refused
to desist at my entreaty, left her in the state
you found her, with the prints of my fingers on
her throat"
NO wonder the awful confession or the Jealous
woman left NJ. Violin standing like statue in
the corridor. She passed him with a look he
never forgot, and when the door had closed be-
hind her he reeled away with dizzy brain.
The following day wound up the story of
guilty love and cold-blooded murder. The
police found that the Due dc Morny had de-
camped, and in the placid water of the basin
du barques boatman found the corpse of the
most beautiful woman in Brussels-the wife of
the hunchbacked millionaire.
AS If this fatal liaison had not had victims
enough, little man took sword lessons of the
best master-at-arms in Belgium, and six months
later he met and killed, in the shadow of the
Rock OF Gibraltar the handsome and Infamous
Due de Morny, who, true to the instinct of his
baser passion, had just led astray the wife of an
English officer
or course the victor in the duel was NJ. Violin,
OF Brussels, and when he returned he told his
detective that he had found and finished his
"Claude" Of the fatal perfumed note, which in
reality had cost three persons their lives.
The Wild Young BIoods of Moscow.
From the Argonaut.
The young men In Moscow's Four Hundred
are about the most reckless and eXtraVagant in
the world and are always full of a desire to
smash things man, therefore, who gives a
stag-dinner at a Moscow restaurant or hotel
invariably contracts to pay for the meal, ''inclu-
siye OF crockery." As soon as the last dish has
been served his guests begin to slam things