The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1896-03-20


only of reaching him, piercing him and
killing him, The sword even veXed
him at times 1t seemed to him that
he would have been able to finish soon
er could he only have used his hands to
seize, choke and throttle him. And
then at last, with cry of joy he had
sent home the blade to his heart!
| Alas! now he was here on this road!
| Having glutted his hate, there re-
manned to him only a frightful, mourn
full WEAKNESS, He had killed him!
Yes, killed him, he was there, behind
him, that thing, mysterious and for
midable-a corpse. A corpse that he
had made; and that dead, inanimate
body had once been the living body of
the man that he had loved above all
others.
And thinking of this he forgot the
crime that had made him desperate, TO
recall their common childhood, their
merry plays in street and wood, and
the frank hand clasp at parting in the
certainty OF meeting again Never
more could this return, and suddenly
between his fingers, like water burst
ing from a scaled fountain, the tears
| began to flow
At the same moment wheels grated
on the gravel and he turned his head
toward the sound.
From the open door she leaned to-
ward him, half out in her eagerness, in
rustling of silk and lace, the tip OF
her little shoe resting on the step OF the
| footboard; through her veil she had
recognized him.
"Ah, thank God!" she cried. sit is
you! it is you! Eth, We'll? tell mel"
He dared not respond; it was such
terrible thing that he had to say. His
chin dropped to his breast; he was
mute, haggard, in the shame of his
murder
Speak, speak, beseech you! You
| do not stir or answers it that you are
wounded?"
II am not wounded, no. said he at
last
| She sprang to the road.
but he
"Well, so on; he"----
us dead!' stammered he.
| She clasped him in her arms and
chung to his neck.
| II love you, love you!" she cried.
"You were right to kill him; you are
brave and strong! If you think it trou-
bles me that he is dead you greatly de-
ceive yourself. never loved him, new
er, do you hear? Women are mad at
| times--you know that yourself-and
lose their heads; but it is the head, the
head always, and not the heart. 1t Is
you that 1 adore. you that have al
ways adored, Come, let us go get in
with me and let us worry no more for
those that are living or dead. Come,
come, l say; 1t is you, and you only,
that love!"
He considered her, thunderstrucl.
Then for this death that desolated
his soul, he the offended, she the ac-
complete of the offender. experienced
neither regret nor sorrow. On the con-
trary, she rejoiced in it. she was happy!
She avowed 1t and declared that never,
never had she had love for him who,
because Of her. was lying dead!
He regarded her still, regarded her
intently, with strained, fixed gaze
| But come, do come!" she pleaded,
the veil raised now and so charming
and perfumed, holding up her red,
dewy lips all eager to be kissed.
Come, let us go!"
He answered YEARLY, his air vague,
wandering like one in dream.
Yes, yes, let us go; behold me, but
lam still little nervous and do not wish
to drive but to walk"
Let us walk. then" returned she
gayly. slipping her hand in his arm;
and meanwhile you Will tell me de-
tails. Did you Kill him Immediately?
Did--did the combat last long? Did
you-but see you, why don't you an
swer? You tell me nothing; neverthe-
less it is very natural that I should
wish to hear
Yes, yes" said he again, Il know
very natural"
They were entering at the moment
one of the river bridges. He stopped,
looked about him.
DO you see it." said he, there to the
left, behind that fringe of poplars; that
little red brick dwelling with two
weather vanes? 1t stands a few PAGES
beyond the street that skirts the river
bank"
'I see it, yes, just beyond there"
1T was there, in the garden behind
that house, that the duel was tough"
Yes yes; so ont"
ut was there in that garden. in the
main alley, that he fell
with a cry, perhaps-he was not
brave-brave, you see, like you!"
II did not hear him"
"And you will take me to see that
garden?"
yes tomorrow or the day after; but
stay; you can see from here, think;
yes, from here, close to the railing.
) Now bend forward, a little farther, a
little more still, behind the poplars, re-
member--see!'
She uttered cry--too late!
He had caught her ankles and with
one quick heave and toss had cast heI
from the parapet of the bridge, whiriv
ing through the air in great flutterlns
of skirts and ribbons to the deep. vel
low waves beneath.
: AS for him? =. malefactor now, who
not content with killing man in q
duel, had drowned a woman in the
/ Seine, he TRANQUILITY continued his way
| to give himself to Justice in the neigh