Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-02-16

gave birth to fear and anguish in the guilty
wife's soul
HE knew by the letters he had intercept
ed what guilty passion possessed the two
lovers; he was sure they always sought TO
see each other, even in the midst of danger |
This domestic Machiavel profted by this
situation. After that a mysterious power
put all sorts of small obstacles between
Macha and M. de Blazewitz, without, how
ever, separating them entirely. 1t made
their rendezvous to fail, interrupted their
correspondence troubled and poisoned their
loves, and in this life of lively and sorrow
full emotions Mrs Arnold's health again
changed profoundly. The doctor killed his
wife with as much certainty and precision
as he had but now cured her To an hour
of wild terror, which gave morbid activity
| to the circulation, the clever man caused
to succeed long days of sadness, which con-
! gested the heart and retained the blood
there.
"Then suddenly he feigned to have no
more jealousy and appeared touched even
to tears at his wife's sufferings. What is
the matter, my poor Machap said he to
her. i cannot diagnose your case. You
have the appearance Of a person dying of
grief. Are you not happy with meY And
while watching with a truly diabolical
delight the progress of the malady, he
crucifed his victim with his false faced
despair At the end of six months the
syncopes were more frequent, the palpi-
tations more rapid, the most disquieting
symptoms Of aneurism had reappeared-
All, hal Pereira, you do not interrupt me
nowl"
"Ohl yes, yesl This is the second act
the connecting part Of the play. But the
denouement, the denouementS"
"The denouementr' cried Maurice, with
the accent of restaurant waiter who
serves you with dish. Here it is. One
evening the doctor burst into his wifes
room like tempest. Madam, know all.
NJ de Blazewitz is your lover The poor
Maeha became as pale as a sheet and the
violet color Of death appeared on her lips.
Kill mel she said This was just what he
wished.
81 would not lay hand on a woman
was Arnold's reply. Your accomplish has
paid for both. have just fought with M.
de Blazewitz | have killed himP and
Macha fell rigid upon the floor. But the
doctor lied; he did not dare to touch the
mustache of the handsome captain, who
passed for the best shot in Vienna He
kneeled beside his wife, extended upon the
floor, and took her hand in his The pulses
! still beat She yet lived. Then the brute
gave her some attention-revived her
GO put on ball dress and all your dia-
! monds,' he commanded, and accompany
me to the French embassy ball, to which
| we are invited
"'No, mol | could never do it, Go
dress yourself and we will start. have
taken as pretext for my duel with M. de
Blazewitz a quarrel over the cards. But
you are compromised. 1t is necessary that
! you should be seen this evening on my arm
in society If not, it would be thought
that fought on your account and should
be dishonored. Get dressed. | wish itr
} The unhappy one had to obey How could
she resist the man she had so cruelty out
raged' She made her toilet What agony
And her husband dragged her to the EN-
bassy ball. There, overcome, she sought a
retired spot, rather than seat herself in the
, first drawing room, where the usher every
. minute or so announced the names Of the
arrivals The doctor, in full dress, superb
5 with all his decorations, stood up behind
\ his wife's chair
"All at once, after glancing into the
, antechamber, he leaned over to hacha's
I ear as if to whisper a gallantry. 'Griel
t has not killed you, then, miserableY Not
5 yet, unhappily,' murmured this crimina
g who expiated her offense. Very well
e Look, then, added he, pointing TO the door
+ and die of joyP At that moment the ushel
7 announced in a sonorous voice, Captain
Baron de Blazewitzp The handsome off
Y Ger entered, a smile on his lips, and imme
a diately, as he always did, sought his mis-
e tress with look He scarcely recognized
A her.
e "She had just risen from her chair, anC
e stood erect, as if impelled by steel spring
+ livid under her diamond tiara, frightful L
o behold. She cast On him a wild look
: pressed her hand on her throat, and fel
4 heavily on the floor, dead-quite dead, thi
timel There was a terrible scene. Tn,
e doctor threw himself on his wife's BODY
with a cry, and NJ. de Blazewitz's despair
i would have caused a scandal il a frienC
a had not drawn him awayl All the guest
e fled; the lackeys ate the supper, and thu
a embassadress was much put out, for sh,
y had had made expressly for the cotilior
G some grotesque heads, with which she ex
S pected to make a great hit"
e Maurice stopped; there was moment o
: silence. The auditors nearly shivered, anC
d Pereira himself had the tact not to ute
any nonsense.
But the mistress Of the house appeared
raising the tapestry portieres of the smok
d ing room
"Sirs, have you finished your cigars
The ladies await you"
u While passing to the drawing room
e Pereira took Maurice's arm.
And the doctori What became o
r. himW
"As told you, he nearly, in an impru
dent moment, boosted Of his crime which
Q 4 Ill Il. L.
sojourn at Vienna became difficult. Toda
}, he is at Varsovie, where he has goo
practice and where he continues to repea
a to those inflicted with the disease Of whicl
]. he has made a speciality, Above all, n
emotions; no emotionsP But what do yol
- think Of my plot for playp
impossible my dear fellow. All tn
critics would say that it was an limitation
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