Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1892-02-02
gave birth tofear and angus n in the guilty

lovers; he was sure they alw avs sought to
see each other, even in the m DIST of danger
This domestic Machiavel profited by this
situation. After that my sterious power
put all sorts of small obst acles 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
10 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 Maci a?' 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 truly diabolical
dellght the progress of the malady, he
crucitied 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 disouieting
symptoms of aneurism had reappeared,
All, hal PereirTl you do not interrupt me
now!'
"Ohl yes, yesi This is the second act
the connecting part of the play But the
denouement, the denouementy"
The denouementr' cried Maurice, with
the accent of restaurant waiter who
serves You with a dish Here it is. One
evening the doctor burst into his wife's
room like tempest. Madam, know all.
Nj. de Blazewitz is your lover The poor
Macha became as pale as sheet and the
violet color of death appeared on her lips.
Kill meP she said. This was just what he
wished
~ would not lay hand on woman
was Arnold's reply. Your aecomplice has
paid for both. have just fought with NJ.
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, no. could never do it, Go
| dress yourself and we Will start. have
taken as a preteXt for my duel with VI. de
Blazewitz II 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 hal so cruelty out
ragged? She made her toilet. What agOnyl
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
with all his decorations stood up behind
his wife's chair.
'All at once, after glancing into the
antechamber, he leaned over to Nacha's
ear, as if to whisper a gallantry. Grief
has not killed you, then, miserable% Not
yet, unhappiiy.' murmured this criminal
who eXpiated her offerse Very well.
Look, then added he, pointing to the door
and die of joyH AT that moment the usher
| announced in a sOnOrous voice Captain
Baron de Blazewitz!' The handsome Off
Ger entered, smile on his lips and imme-
tress with look. He scarcely recognized
her
she had just risen from her chair and
stood erect, as if impelled by a steel spring,
livid under her diamond tiara frightful to
| behold. She cast on him wild look,
pressed her hand on her throat and fell
heavily on the floor, dead-quite dead, this
time! There was terrible scene The
doctor threw himself on his wife's body
with n cry, and NJ. de Blazewitz's despair
would have caused a scandal if friend
had not drawn him awayl All the guests
fed; the lackeys ate the supper, and the
embassadress was much put out, for she
had had made expressly for the cotilion
some grotesque heads, with which she ex-
pected to make great hit"
Maurice stopped; there was moment of
silence. The auditors Early shivered, and
Pereira himself had tie tact not to utter
any nonsense.
But the mistress of the house appeared,
raising the tapestry porl ieres of the smob-
ing room.
''Sirs, have you finished your cigars2
The ladies await YOU"
While passing to the drawing room
Pereira took Maurice's arm.
And the doctor? What became of
him?"
"As told you, he rearly, in an impru-
dent moment, boosted Of his crime, which,
however, escaped all punishment. But his
sojourn at Vienna became difficult. Today
he is at Varsovie, where he has a good
practice and where he continues to repeat
to those inflicted with the disease of which
he has made speciality, Above all, no
emotions; no emotionsl But what do you
think of my plot for Ilay?"
impossible, my dear fellow. All the
critics would say that t was an imitation
Of Octave Feuillet's Julie "-Translated
from the French of Francois Coppee by
William F. NJ. Rogers for Romance.