The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-05-28

and that emphasisY failed to recah
when or whsrS; yet felt sure this wa
not the first time Of hearing them.
About midnight ] took my, leave, but
on presently reaching On osteria, the
sight OF its dark doorway fred train
of recollectionD ACROSS my memory,
In thatvNry place had heard, will
just such voice and cmpha sis, the ref,
crsnce to the slowly dying man and
the mysterious question Ms to the
coming OF the end. There,
too, had heard about tbs
faithless husband and the i'm;
piled, il unspoken, vow OF vengeance,
The whole story flashed upon me like
| lightning. Good heavens! Could it be
that, owing to their extraordinary
likeness, Mr.. I.atraine had been mis-.
taken for his brother by the deceased
gentleman's marital relatives? Coul{
it be that he, who SO nobly had in,
tended their relief, was destined as !
sacrifice to their southern love OF 70
venge? The mother was probably
dead, as the little maid had said; but
there still lived the grandmother to
whom had heard her speak. Why
should she have stated herself to be
destitute and friendless? Why should
she have been found tamperipg, or
seemingly so, with the medicine chad
ordered for the sick man? What wal
this sickness that bafiled so complete,
ly my investigation?
AS thought after thought rose con-
fusedly within me, retraced
my steps to the Hotel de
Londres. Deeming that my patient
might be asleep, mounted noiselessly
the stairs and as noiselessly pushed
open the bedroom door.
Horror! Bending over the sleeper,
and SO engrossed in her plans as not
to observe my entry, was the little
Italian maid. The lights burned low,
but in her uplifted hand saw the dim
gleam OF a dagger. To rush forward
and stay the impending blow was the
work of q moment. At the unwonted
noise Mr.. Latraine awoke.
what, you, Maria!" he cried, as he
realized his situation. "You to whom
l have been like father"
The girl laughed Historically.
"a father" she sneered. "a father
who kills his wife and leaves his
daughter to poverty and the streets?
Ha! i swore at my mother S death-bed
to rid the world of such monster.
So my suspicious had been correct.
Latraine, mistaken Tor the brother
who got married in his name, was the
Intended victim OF this precocious
child. She had tried, with partis'
success, to poison him, and had after
wards, when prevented by my inter-
ference from completing that design,
determined on sending him to his last
account with the aid OF steel.
We explained to her the mistake,
setting forward the proof of the two
portraits, and telling her OF her
fathers death twelve months pre-
vious.
"My father dead" she cried, throw
ing on us a look OF rage and disap-
pointment which l shall never, never
forget; "and l did not kill HIM"
Then, dropping on her knees as if to
implore Mr.. Latraine's pardon, she
suddenly seized the dagger, which
had shaken from her hand to the
floor, and with frenzied movement,
plunged it into her breast.
Death was instantaneous. 1t is not
to he wondered at that, after such a
terrible scene, the sick mans nerves
gave way. For long weeks Inursed
him through terrible fever, and
though at length / brought him back
into possession OF hS former
health, the remembrance of the fatal
precocity of his poor neice, who, under
the impression that she was but TAX
ing holy revenge, had almost COM
mitted u heinous crime-this remem-
brance, say, had a painful and last
ing effect. All efforts to trace the
miserable woman, presumably her
grandmother, and evidently the insti-
gator of the attempted assassination,
proved unavailing. Need l add, in
that Mr.. Latraine did not
forget the part ] played in his escape
from death.