The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-05-28

much zeal and love. lilo undertook to
replace her In her old state. Curbing
his wrath, he compelled himself to
maintain toward his wife The air OF n
dissatisfied, suspicious husband, andso
gave birth to fear and anguish in tho
guilty WHO'S soul. lie knew by tho
letters he had intercepted that q guilty
passion possessed the two lovers; he
was sure they always sought TO sec each
other, even in tho midst Of dangers.
This domestic Machiavol proiitcd by
this situation. After that, Il mystcr.
Ious power put NIL sorts OF small OBJ.
staclcs between Mncha and
NJ. dc Dlazcwitz, without, how.
ever, separating them entire.
~. IL made the rendezvous to
iatl, interrupted their correspondence,
troubled and poisoned their loves, and
III this lie OF lively and s%orrowful emo.
tons, Mrs. Arnold's health again
changed profoundly. Tho doctor killed
his wife with rs much certainty and
precision rs he had but now cured her.
10 an hour OF wild terror, which gave
morbid activity to the circulation, the
clevor man caused to succeed long days
OF sadness, which congestod the heart,
and retained tho blood there. Then
suddenly no fcigned 10 have no moro
Jealousy and appeared touched evon to
teara at his wife's sufterings. WHAT Is
tho matter, my poor MathaY SAID he to
her. I cannot diagnose your case. You
have the appearance Of q person dying
OF grief. Arc You not happy with mep'
And while watching with a truly din.
bolical delight tho progress OF the NAL.
ady, he cruciicd his victim with his
falsc.faccd despair. At tho end OF six
months tho synCopcs were more FIRE.
quent,, the palpltations more rapid, tho
most disquicting symptoms Of aneur-
ism had roappeared. All, ha! Percira,
YOU do not interrupt mo nowl"
"Oh! Yes, yes! This 10 tho second
act-the connecting part Of tho play.
But the denouement, the dcnouc.
ment? p
"Tho dcnouemcnt!" cried Maurice,
with the accent OF n restaurant waiter
who serves you with q dish. "IIero it
is. One evening the doctor burst into
his wife's room like n tempest. Madam,
lknow all. NJ. do Blazewitz is your
lover The poor Macha 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 accomplice
has paid for both. !, have Just fought
with NJ. do Blaznwttz. I have killed
lim!' and Macha fell rigid upon tho
floor. But tho doctor lied; hs did not
dare to touch the. mustache OF tho
handsome captain, who passed for tho
best shot in Vienna. lIe kneeled be.
side 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
attontion-rcvived her. $50, put on Il
ball dress and all your d%ianonds,' he
commanded, and accompany me to the
Frsnch embassy ball, to which we are
invited No, no! l could never do it!
Go dress yourself, and VIC will start.
l have taken as n pretexa for my duel
with NJ. 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. Ii
not, it would be thought that l fought
on your account, and | should be dis
honored. Get dressed. / wish itp
The unhappy one had to obey. How
could she resist the man she had so
cruelty outraged. She made her toilet.
What agony! And her husband dragged
her to the embassy ball. There. over
come, 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 iull dress. superb, with
all his decorations, stood up behind his
wife's chair. All at once, after glancing
into the ante-chamber, he leaned
over to Macha's ear, as if to
whisper a g~allantry. Grief has
not killed you, then, misaablef
Not yet, unhappily,' murmured this
criminal who eXpiated her oifense.
Very well. Look then, added he,
pointing TO the door, and die OF joy!'
Atthat moment the usher announced
in Il sonorous voice, Captain Baron dc
Blazewitz!' The handsome officer en-
tered, 4 smile on his lips. and immedi;
ately, as he always did, sought his mis-.
tress with n look. He scarcely recos-
Missed her. She had Just risen from her
chair, and stood erect, as ii impelled by
a steel spring, livid under her diamond
tiara, lrighttul to behold. She cast. on
him a wild look. pressed her hand on.
her throat, and fell heavily on the floor,
dead-quite dead this time. There was
4 terrible scene. The doctor threw
himself on his wife's body with a cry.
and NJ. de Blazewitz's despair would
have caused n scandal il n friend had
not drawn him away. All tho guests
fed, the lacleys ate the supperqta
the ambassadress was much put out,
for she had had made expressly for the
cotillion some grotesQue heads, with
which she expected TO make 4 great
hit" So,
Maurice stopped; there was a m moment
OF silence. The auditors nearly shivcred,
and Percira himself had tho tact not to
utter any nonsense.
But tho mistress OF tho house ap-
neared, raising the tapestry portieres of
the smoking room
"sirs, have you finished your cigars?
The ladies' await YOU"
While passing to the drawing room,
Pereira took Maurice's arm.
And the doctor-what became OF
him?"
AS I told you, he nearly, in an i'm
prudent moment, boosted OF his crime,
which, however. escaped all punish
mont. But his s%oiourn ut Vienna be-
came difficult. To-day he is at Varsovie,
where he has a good. practice and where
he continues to repeat to those inflicted
with tho disease OF which he has made
q specialty-.Aboye all, no emotions;
no omotionsi' Z But what do ynu think