The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-06-06

MY name Is Jules DaYouSt, he re-
sumed i am of Caen and we'll known.
was happy man until met Sophie
Polinski. Aye, afterward l was happy.
She is Polish, of noble family So she
told me. All, father, she is beautiful. l
loved her ] love her still She return
cd my passion. am only tradesman,
but we were married Two months of
bliss were mine. One day she came to
me trembling. ely, she said Ely
at once. She would not explain. 1
had my business-my little shop. l had
done no wrong. l refused. That night
she disappeared. Next day received
note written by her hand. She babe
me meet her in the wood at secluded
place known to us both. l went. She
was not there. 1t was dark. | called
her by name, Two men came up, seized
and gagged me, forced me into car
riage and brought me here am con-
demned without trial. My jailers tell
me that / must die or noble name will
be dishonored. There is nothing more
was permitted to choose the manner
of death. Aid me if you can, but give
me dissolution now
i absolved him. l babe him have
courage. / assured him that he would
be free i'll few hours. My guide re-
turned.
" 1 have heard your words, he said
'You cannot aid him. If l thought you
could, you would share his fate.
He took my hand and led me to the
carriage, entering with me, The coach
man whipped his horses. They galloped.
pleaded for the poor man. My COM
panion was dumb. / threatened him
with the law. He answered not. word.
pictured the vengeance of an offended
God. He was stone. vowed to devote
my life to the discovery and punish
ment of his crime. Still not word.
But have kept and will keep my vow.
A faint gray light was showing in the
east when we reached the cures door.
/ alighted. A purse was thrust into my
hand. The carriage disappeared.
1.-TWO hours later the gendarmes were
securing the country. They discovered
nothing. Seven days / passed visiting
chateaux and houses, to no purpose.
Then went to Caen. found the home
of Jules Devoust. Both he and his wife
We're missing The neighbors described
him-a very handsome man, incapable
of committing crime His wife, they
told me, was beautiful woman, with
the air of a princess. She spoke French
with q foreign accent, dressed in silk
and satin and wore valuable jewels.
1.-THE gendarmes wearied of the fruit
less search, but | did not. made my
home here | succeeded the cure. l
mapped out the country and visited ev-
cry chateau, save one, within wide ra-
dius, every large house. Forty seven
years / have sought Glow. Como to
the window.
rose. Father Aloysius pointed to the
old castle of WALTON, browning a hill
scarcely mile distant.
"That is the chateau which l did not
visit, !" he said 1T is so near, and /
travelled many miles that night There
the tomb of Jules Davoust was diseov-
cred this morning. ] have stood within
it. 1t is hole in the wall six feet high
by four wide. The stones behind which
the poor wretch spoke to me bulged with
WIG NSiBlo dppNt, anu iiu NplhhiNii
pulled them down. The skeleton fell
out. In my presence they replaced them.
One stone, just the height of my head,
was without mortar. 1t could have been
removed easily. The two paved yards
are there, the passage between the walls,
the stone staircase, the big tagged room.
have no doubt at all If the criminals
are living they shall be brought to JUS
tice -
Twelve months afterward | met Fa-
ther Aloysius in Paris He had just re-
turned from Poland An examination of
the papers of the late owner of the
chateau had resulted in the discovery
that his grandfather had rented the
place to II Polish gentleman who gave
the name of Lubenski The latter took
it for year, but at the end Of six
months appraised the proprietor that he
no longer needed it.
''That is all we know, " said the cure.
Gin Poland learned nothing Nor have
the police been more successful. "
and the mystery is as far from be-
ing solved as ever?''
Eyes. j fear the truth will not be
known until the day of Judgment. |
have imagined many things. The 4S
years which have passed have been fruit
full in curious reflections. / would dis
miss tho matter from my mind now if
l could. But fear that is impossible"
--Ashmore Russanin Million.