The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-05-07
HEROINE OR MURDERESS.
vURDERCUS PROWLERS OVER
COME A COUPLE.


Loses all Love For Her, and the
thought of Baving a Wife Who
could K Il Human Being Drives
Him to suicide.
Translated From he French.
The bail went on, gay and joyous,
v,hjrling mass Of life and color, of silken
skirts, white shoulders, beautiful women
and relocated men.
Il was u o'clock. A madden gayety still
united these begemmed. bespangled and
snarkling groups. Faces crimsoned to the
mint of fever, the hum of voices and light
laughter, silvery as the tinkle Of a string of
rsarls against a crystal glass, rose even
,boye the sounds Of the orchestra, discreetly
rlaying minuet; the soft scraping of the
bows on the strings accompanying like rev.
cries and memories all this worldly JOY,
where hearts were crushed and broken and
none the wiser.
Presently there was a stir in the crowd
surrounding me-a stir of excitement-of
expectation. / stopped my chatting of
beautiful Arlequine clothed in black, with
ewes the color Of a sapphire star, and looked
about me. But / was too far away from
the staircase at the moment toward which
the dancers were eagerly pressing, to
clearly distinguish the cause of the anima-
ton. My companion, more curious, raisei
hersel! to the tips of her toes, and that fail
ing of the desired altitude. to the sea- of
chair.
ut is Mime. Lamanon," said she'd show
prettY she isl How proud she should be
Quick! quick! Let us applaud herr"
She did ass she said, and all the red-coats,
black-coats, orientals, marquises and es-
clarmondes initiated and applauded with
her.
Why
Because Gabrielle Lamauon was the hero
inc of d recent adventure, of which her
world made great event. She and her huS-
hand had been attacked in the Rue Jouffoy
hv night providers as they returned afo0t
from social evening at the house of a
neighboring friend.
Tripped and thrown to the ground, with a
hand at his throat and knee on his breast,
Georges Lamanon had excellent cause for
believing that he would never again see the
light of the sun, when suddenly his wife
with furious leap, wrenched herself from
the grasp of the one that had seized her,
caught the pistol from the graspof the other
as be bent above ner husbands body, and,
with an instructive movement, sent bullet
through his brain, while the first ran away.
and Georges slowly regained his scattered
senses.
Paris, which has no equal in her enthu-
siasms or her indiffereuces, loudly acclaimed
and published the courage of this beautiful
little woman, whose delicate and cameo
like profile recalled those dainty and subtitle
creations possibly only to Lochner's pencil.
the most spiritualistie, perhaps, of the print
tive Germans.
In truth" said the devotees of Jeanne
Hqchette and the League of Woman's
Rights, lit was another and most irresisti-
bic argument in favor of giving to woman
the franchise of free vote.
Though tolerably intimate with Lama
non personally. I bad, in some way or other,
failed to meet him since his lamentable
drama. With instructive delicacy the
young wife, for some weeks past, had cloeed
her doors to all visitors, DESTROYS Of es-
Gaping the questioning and the eager curl
osity excited by her courageous action.
Now, a great desire seizes me, too, to see
her, born possibly of that sentiment, which
do not give as theory or psychological
reason that she would be otherwise than
before. forced passage in order to re-
gard her; no, she had not changed, and was
an enchanting apparition, that blonde little
creature, IN her white costume of Spanish
bride. on her breast the red purple of a
pomegranate flower, bringing out, by force
of contrast, the pearly whlteness of the skin.
seemingly lovingly fashioned or the tender
est care. redoubled the enthusiasm and ap-
plause of the people. She stopped an in
slant irresolute confused by the ovation,
blushed-as she had blushed in hearing the
carefully prepared and filed away phrases
with which at the inquest and process, a
mere matter of form in her case, the presi-
dent had felicitated her.
Behind her was her husband. little
frowning and vexed, perhaps by the excite
ment, to supersensitive ones Questionable
no matter how good the motive-questlon-
able in taste. | saw with establishment, on
his clear cut sensitive and dreamy features,
an expression so hard, SO irritated, not to
say so disguised, that scarcely knew him.
Artists are always peculiar men, and l
had a great affe 'tio1 for as well as ST. ong
appreciation of the talent of this particu-
lar painter at once a seeker and timide,
whose delicacy of insight was nearly
equaled by his skill of hand.
Why, ASKED myself now, did Lamanon
wear 50 strange facet And resolved to
ask him himself. But the crowd forced us
apart; other ideas came to distract me; 1t
was more than an hour later when | was
able to rejoin him.
His knee on chair, he seemed to be alb
sorbed in contemplation of kakemonos
vine, uarolliny along the wall the whimsical
play Of its gnarled and Towering branches.
where swallows in swift flight whirled and
pursued the snowy, falling pet lis.
On seeing me he moved uneaslly. en-
barrassed and disturbed him evidently. and
not less evidently his contemplation OF the
Japanese decorations was not for nothing.
Then, too, be responded to my salutation
with an indifferent and preoccupied air.
Piqued by this singular manner. and more
than curious as to its cause, | turned as If
TO move away.
To my surprise Georges hastily turned
hastily with me.
Where are you goingF' said he.
10 the smoking room"
'Ill 60 with you, tten," returned he, with
nsomber air, II stifie here"
And soon side by side we were seated-or
stretched, rather-on broad divau, inhal-
ing the aromatic smoke of freshly-lighted
cigars, the room to ourselves, and feeling
Of comfort sett ing upon me, at any rate,
that grew more and more tangible, If one
may so express it, as we listened to the
stamping of the dancers feet and watched
through the open door the dizzying whirl OF
the changi couples.
What are you doing now, Georgesp
sad presently, lightly ficking the ash
from my weed; ga ything goodw
No, nothing; potter and dauh
But your salon work; have you not be-
eunitp
- shall not even try for it,"
Not try for it! But whyF