New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-07-03
xnr WORK. DAILY TRIBUNE JULY g. 1s92-TWENIYfDl rA

stairs and entered the ante-chamber., where now
the white furniture was soied and shabby all
Be seated, NJ. Isez. said the lackey, ana tell
mo what YOU have to say"
Iscz then told the story OF what had happened on
the prcyious evening, but without naming the name
Of the black horseman. AS he spoke ne s''M M, d
the mans interest was aroSeu nrs smile nayed
over the face Of the servant, but AZ the accouho
OF the death Of the young Eugene puraht .ie
man held his breath and listened with the most
eager excitement. 80
"What-what was the name ,
"Eugenc iIenon-Dursnt, son of c9lo sH do,1,n
at is hel" exclaimed the man. Dead dead
"Your master ?" said 1sez.
My master. and dcad-all oycr-tlle strange
masquerade, the rollickng life, the escap9des on
the roads, the purses of gold, the splendid IuIni-
and he Is dead, md all is over We'll, better
that than madhouse to which 1T must have come
at last" ,
at times On. his life was strange one.
Perhaps for a week living quietly with ms
father; then Some night he would take to the
road, either with us or alone nhd ne wouId d rr,ie
in here in the early morning with money ana VA,
uables. and he would send US out TO bring IN az
that was expensive and delicious. and we would
feast and gamble ana ye the wnSf beg e a wo
the round OF Colonel Durants quiet home ana
the road once. more. And he is Dead and what
aon that evening If April" said ,Isez, when
was last here, was the young gentleman in his
right mind ~ ~
Sir, drink and play made him often insane
He had once a wild fancy to MI tins Rouse WIN IN
found himself i'll at ease and sent me with note
to summon You 10 bleed him. After that evening
funds got low. Onr wbiteness was quickly smirched
He and / robbed many traveller, ana many
mail NV fclow-lackey generally kept house here
with the concierge guarding the front door, ana O
porter Guarding the garden entrance. But II
Eugene Is dead then all lis over. we must cike
care Of ourselves Sir, we must go, lest the OIL
GERS Of Justice find us. ,
With those words the man passed in the second
room There sat the other lackey, practising some
trick by which 70 cheat AT cards.
Eugene Is dead; let us save ourselves!
The two men went into the bcdroom-formerly
that Of the unhappy Eugene: They snafched up
thc firearms which stood in the corners, and OPEN
ing what looked like the door Of cupboard,
stepped on landing Of the main staircase: They
ran down. and 1sPz saw them no more. Whether
they continued 10 act as highwaymen, he never
knew, hut he thought that they were hardly
likely 10 repent and amend.
The surgeon gazed with sort OF sad wonder
on the soilcd white furniture, on heap OF dirty
white gloves, and another of dirty white
stockings. Drink and play and insanity
explained the mystery Of the Rue du Pot-dc-f fer,
as they explain many another mystery. Shaking
his head az he went IeZ left the CHASTITY apart
ments, and by the main staircase arrived at the
hall door II stood ajnr, as II had been left by
the lackcys. Isez closed il, and walked away.
Mile. Aisse. In writing Of the murder Of Eugene
Henon-D urant by his father. that the Colonel
went Immediately ~ ask for pardon every one
was Of opinion that il should be granted 4 good
man finding his TO he hghwaymnn is over
whelmcd with such grief that his brain may well
give way under II.
But lean Francois Iscz never forgot the invalid
the same miserable young man.-'Ihe Strand Mag
a1nr.