The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1891-03-18

procureu ana Sne was taken TO tne jail
whore Leon Velasquoz WIS confined.
lie was brought into the cage to see
her and she at once approached him
"Alphonse, they say you arc not my
husband. But 1t Is not true, is it?"
II am not your husband, and never
have been,' he said in almost indis-
tinct tones
"Then why did you guy you were?'
sho said
II wanted yoGr money" was the cool
rcjoinder lie knew his end was near
and he mercifully sct he poor woman's
mind at rest Eut she had to be carried
out OF the room in swoon.
CHAPTER XXI
"'Tis not my will that evil DO immor-
tai" 1t is we'll for us that, while on
this earth every thing good and beauti-
full is short-lived, passing speedily away,
evil and wrong are also but question
Of time, and have their end. "All
things come to him who will wait"
Leon Velasquez's power OF evil had
spread itself over long and busy life
time-had held full sway from tho day
he had entered his teens until his hair
was turning gray. With the exception
OF tho few years when he posed as an
honest merchant, his active mind had
always been bent on evil lie had
caused the inn ent 10 suffer for the
guilty; had robbed men OF the hard.
earned accumulations of years, and
women Of their virtue; had stained his
hands in blood until murder came as
natural to him as the killing Of a bull
lock to butcher; he hal drawn better
natures down TO evil and made crime
tbs study OF his life. But the day Of
retribution was tist closing In upon
him The murder OF Mario Dclaro was
soon to DO avenged, and before long he
would realize tho awful justice Of the
old Mosaic lava life for n life"
And yet how poor a recompense.
Robbed Of her lifo happiness when it
was just beginning to assert itself, all
that the victims widow received in re-
turn was the knowledge thatretribution
had finally overtaken the ono who had
robbed her OF her treasure.
And, compared to Valasquez, what a
fearful price had she paid to secure re-
venge. The best part of her life had
been spent: wasted, in fact, in running
TO earth monstrosity who had at last
fallon into her hands through sheer ac-
cident las the greater part Of the world
would say), though there arc those who
would sec in such an accident the won
derful machination OF an unrelenting
Ruler, who has said; vengeance Is
mine"
Never until now had Velasquez re-
lected on the possible results OF the re-
pulsive acts OF his life. His immunity
from discovery had only tended to
harden his soul and he had ever been
prompted by one impulse only-greed
for wealth-which when acquired had
never brought him any genuine pleas
ure. He had never once stopped TO
think OF the prico his victims paid to
satisfy his own insatiate desires. He
had been absorbed In self and had lived
a life in which none G hers shared
part But now that the hcllish conceits
OF his debased mind could only spend
themselves on four prison walls, he was
forced to think.
Leon Velasquez, running riot as one
Of the most active Of the DEVILS en-.
missaries, had never paused to think OF
the exactness with which Gods mills
grind all, had never thought II worth
his while to consider that those who es-
cape tho mills the longest arc In tho
end ground more quickly and relent.
lessly. He was in the mills now and
the great stones were beginning to re-
volye; so closely, so surely increasing
tho speed OF their revolutions every mo-
ment never to cease grinding until tho
grist should be fine as the finest powder.
His nights grew restless, s.eep al
most forsook him, and the little
snatches OF mapping which he did
sometimes secure we're only fitful
slumbers disturbed by horrible dreams
which brought to his mind In turn,
like moving panorama, the scenes OF
his devilish acts. Bold as he had boon
through life, no now shuddered under
the shadow OF the gallows, and so fear
full was the mental torture that at times
he wished that the end might be speedy.
When the bolts shot into their SOCK
cts across his prison door all hope fed,
and he knew full we'll that he would,
after all these years OF liberty, meet tho
penalty OF his greatest crime. From the
hour OF his arrest he had been moody,
and entirely ceased to speak to those
who approached him. He neither ex-
pressed hope Of escape nor murmured
at his fate. Some imagined that the
terrible visions OF just punishment
wero perhaps the cause Of his silence,
though Others avowed that he was only
meditating q bold and final plunge for
liberty. Be that as 1t might, he per.
sisted In morose reticence
While he fingered In prison Mrs. Do
laro and her friends were taking rest
from tho intense excitement at pretty
little English watering place, trying in
vain TO forget for o time the final trage.
dy in which they must take an import
ant part.
Mr.. Blodger had been completely out
done by the scenes he had witnessed.
He made hurried determination to re-
turn TO America and never again assist
ut such exciting performances. He re-
cefved so severe nervous shock that
oil the poetry Of his soul was crushed