Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-04-22

ruthlesEly thrown over for this hotel ac- quaintanco, this supposed French noble. man. He may have been actuated by desire to punish tho Hunters in some way by not being explicit, or did he wish to sparo them the horror of some ehastly reve- lation? At any rato, ho would givo no fur ther information. Entreaties, persuasions, even tears on Rosio's part, were in vain. Tho man was not what ho had represent ed himself to be. But no harm had boon done. The ladies would probably never Sec him again.
 Next morning tho news of tho De Bois- villo affair ran likn wiIdhro through the hotel and naturally lost nothing in tho telling.
 As Vavasour had predicted, the sup posed vicomtc did not rcappCar, but van tshed with his supposed servant, an ac- complicc. no doubt-either late Rt night or early in the morning, gossip could not discover which-from the hotel. Tho au- thorities of the hotel management main tainod rcticenco and expressed absolute ignorance of any imposition in tho affair. The visitors, especially tho women. wcro absolutely certain that ono of the greatest criminals of the ago had been secretly in their midst and Shuddered to think of tho various escapes from murder, robbery and personal violence they must haYo had. The Hunters wcrc made tho victims of an in tenso sympathy. At tho samc timo both they and the Pcarsons wCro blamed sc verely for having been the chief means of giving tho man a prominent position in the hotel society. They should, with their fuller opportunities, havo known better especially as it now appeared that every one clSo had all through suspected the i'm postor.
 All kinds of theories regarding Do Bois- villc floatcd about, mono being too wild or improbable for acceptance. NavaSour was tho great center of interest, though tho part he played in tho matter was only known worry indistinctly to tho gOssips. Neither word nor hint could, however be extracted from him toward any further SO lution of the mystery.
 In the painful awkwartlneSS of tho situ- ation the Hunters took tho most natural course open to thom-rctrCat
 John NaVasuur was seated in the VCran- da, enjoying coffee and a solitary cigarette, whom the carriage to bear away tho Hunt CTS drow up at the hotel door. His faco was deeply thoughtful; his hands abscntly folded and rcfolded a letter ho had bccn rcading-roroading. for Inc had received 1t on awaking in the morning.
 II shall he half over tho Joch pass be- fore you got this. By all my gods old chap, 1 swuro to savo you from tho pretty little campaigncr and her mother. VOila, mon ami, it Is dono. If the process of open ing your eyes was painful, believe mo, you will get over 1t. Tho end justitirs the means, and, by Jovc, tho .Tckyll and IIy,io business was sport My dual nationality came in gloriously. Pity you did not moot
 Do Boisville. Such capital fellow; worth two ur thrcc of WuoltoN-I any day Tho flaw in the affair is that l could not sCe tho dcnoucmCnt. For which am most generally taECn-anarChist thief or bagmany Poor Mother Hunter! Poor lit tlo Rosie! But one does not pity the spider who fails to catch the dear uld-Saving your prcSCnco-stupid fly. I leave myself entirely in your hands. Tell all or nuth- ing, at your own diScrction Adieu, Au reVOir nt Grindolwald."
 Would he or would Inc not tell? Vava- sour pondorcd tho subject carefully. Ills eyes had been opened. The operation had | not been wanting in pain. Ho now saw | tho Hunters in their real characters and | fully understood the deceit and bascness | in their treatment of him. IIo was not | vindictivc They deserved somc punish | ment, but it would bo too much to leave | thom under tho terrible impression of hay | ing been the victims of an impostor who
 was deep dyed villain of somo kind or
 other To know the real truth would be enough,
 The ladies had taken their places in the | carriage when ho jumped up from his
 s,at and came quickly forward. Lady
 nuntcr looked sadly crest fallen, Eoslc wa. l quite palo and dcjcctcd.
 1 Il did not tell you all that knew las l night" Navasour addressed Lady Hunter | quickly, the horses being about to start l 'Tho man was not M. dc Buisville, no
 a French v!comtc. He Is an English wis
 count. Lord Forests son, WOcdtown-aI
 incorrigiblo practical joker. l darc sa! I you havo heard of him
 l The plunSing, impatient horses woulC
 bo no longer restrained. Tho expression
 on tho ladies faces as they werc whirlo'
 away long remained vividly impressed ol | Vavasour's mcmory.-London Truth.