The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-03-18

and a mans voice answer her in the
| same tongue. He then went to his
| masters room and found it empty.
| This somewhat alarmed him, and he
FASTENED down to the boudoir again.
knocked at the door and entered quick
ly. Lady Walden was alone. She
asked him irritably what he wanted,
and ordered him to go to bed and not
disturb her again.
Early in the morning, just as the
servants were getting up, a dog-cart
drove up to the door, and Lord Walden
entered the house and angrily asked
where her ladyship was and what time
she had returned. He then went to
his wife's room, and came out, looking
very much disturbed.
"She is not there" he said, in reply
to the frightened query of the maid.
He hurried to the boudoir, followed by
the butler. who waited outside while
his master went in. For u moment
there was a dead silence, then a stifed
cry and the sound of a heavy fall.
The butler rushed in and found his
mistress dead in her chair and Lord
Walden lying on the floor in a o
An inquest was held in due course,
but there was nothing to show how
Lady Walden came by her death. it
was apparently a sudden failure of the
heart, and the jury returned a verdict
to that effect.
Lord Walden's story was that he and
his wife dined with their friends IN the
night in question, and afterwards a
small dance took place. The carriage
was ordered at two o'clock, but Lady
Walden came up to her husband dur
ing the evening and said that as she
was engaged for every dance, she
would not be ready TO leave until an
hour or SO later. Lord Walden betook
himself to the smoking-room, and at
three o'clock proceeded to the ball
room to find his wife. There, to his as
constituent, he learned that she had
gone home some hours ago.
His host persuaded him to stay and
sleep. but his anxiety would not per-
nit him to rest, and he fastened home
as o o as it vas light.
4 His grief and dismay at the sudden
2 and awful blow which had fallen upon
him were beyond words.
Preparations were made for an elab-
4 crate funeral, when, the evening be-
fore it was to have taken place, a
stranger presented himself at the Park
and asked for Lord Walden. He was
informed that his lordship was unable
to see anybody, but he insisted that his
business was most important, and was
finally admitted. The vicar of the par.
ish, Mr.. Hume, was with Lord Walden
who was seated at his study table with
some papers before him. He looked
pale and haggard, and ~brusquely in
CURED the nature of the stranger:
business.
Il am a detective. my lord" was tht
, mans reply. "My name is Cory, ant
/ nave beer sent down here because e
certain statements made by a prisoner
who was arrested five days ago."
He paused.
O Lord Walden made no response. HI,
t sat leaning his head on his hand an,
scarcely seemed to heal what was be
ing said.
e "My lord" continued the detective
If gravely, 1.-The statements made by thi
o person were of a very serious nature
They were, in fact, accusations agains
It Lady Walden"
Lord Walden sprang from his sea
s. with an oath.
], "You insolent hound" he shouted
what fiend sent you here to slande
T. my dead wife's name?'
The detective drew back.
p Lord Walden" he said, Il have
l. very painful duty to perform. | in
l. plore your lordship to calm yoursel
a and answer one or two question
,e which l am unwillingly obliged to as
you"
IS Lord Walden hesitated. The butler
re story of the two voices in the boudoi
10 required to his mind.
re go away now" he said, after re
I? fecting an instant. II will see yo
again tomorrow, after the - tn
ar funeral"
My lord" replied Cory, respectful.
Id ly but firmly, my business will nc
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