The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1893-12-13
Marie renamed STEM.

Spalrlngly, ana seeing an expression or
pity on Charles face she appealed to
him not to condemn her without some
further proof.
Il know" she said, that appearances
are against me, but indeed-indeed am
innocent!'
Charles had listened in silence to what
had passed, but though appearances were
so much against her he did not feel at
all convinced of her guilt and now said
so boldly, reminding those present that
as yet there was nothing proved, and
that mere suspicion, however strong,
could not condemn.
'Be sure" he said, addressing Marie,
"that justice will be done. There must
be thorough investigation Of this af-
fair. Ny father and will see to that"
Remond began to think that matters
were not going quite as he wished them,
and observed that himself and his friend
were also interested in the matter being
satisfactorily cleared up, and that there
was one point which ces messieurs had
overlooked, and which might help to
elucidate the mystery. Perhaps his
good friend M. Pierre would tell them if
any of the rooms adjoining the one in
which the murdered man had slept had
been occupied that night. The number
of the lamented gentleman's room was,
he understood, No. 10.
can unlucky number" he added, "was
No. 49,"
YES" said Pierre, ''she'-pointing to
Marie-"she slept in No. g."
'Then," continued Remond, ''as such
a deed could not possibly have been com.
mitted without some little noise, ma.
dame doubtless heard something
little disturbance-of which she will tell
us, and which will perhaps give some
clew to the real culprit"
Thus, with devilish ingenuity, did this
monster complete the chain of evidence
against his victim.
She of course could not meet this new
suggestion with any sort of satisfactory
answer. She could only affirm again ana
again that she had been so overcome with
fatigue she had slept heavily, not awak-
ing till the sun was up, and that she had
heard nothing, absolutely nothing.
The brigadier listened incredulously-
her story seemed to him quite unworthy
Of belief-and he said that there was no
use wasting further time It was his
duty to arrest her, and having taken
down her statement in writing he and
his men would convey her to the gen.
darmie, where she would be detained
till further inquiries were made.
At this a CLEAN of triumph passed
over Remonds face. He was safe, at
any rate. That was all he cared for.
He felt no pity for the creature he
was so remorselessly sacrificing. No
memory Of the love she had borne him,
no thought that she was the mother of
his child, caused him to falter for mo-
ment in his fell purpose. He would have
regarded such considerations had they
been suggested to him as mere pulling
sentimentalities. The man was long
dead in him. The predatory animal
alone remained.
But wait-but wait. Retribution fol-
lows crime so surely as the day the
night
Though the mills of God grindly slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding small.
And though with patience he stands waiting
Yet with exactness grinds he all.
He had long waited, but the wheels
rolled swiftly now.
The brigadier had arranged his papers
in order before him and now sat with
pen in hand ready to note down the an
swers of Marie, who sat trembling be-
fore him with dOWncast eyes,