Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1896-10-09
A NOBLE TRAGEDY
OF BLEECKER STREET.

a literal translation from the unedited
leaflets of Pierre Houpla, In New YORK
Journal)
Sacred name Of q dog. where is then
the shirt OF my ancestors
Il was Hector Marie, Count De Vau-
rien. who made this inquiry frene,ic, as
be withdrew his head from th5 trunk III
which he maintained the garment ances-
ral.
There was CONSERVATION in his vlsage
as he put himself on end, plunginS his
bands despaired in his pockets.
The trunk was ranged in the corner OF
The little chamber OF the fourth stage
in q house. once noble on the street
Blocker. where the Count De Vaurein,
a spiri. strong, elegant. with his friend,
The brave and handsome Breton. won,
MARQUIS De Taguerague Y BObbetaille,
dCmiciled themselves modes,ly in wait
Ing the rents enormous from their es-
-a-es.
Blu grace TO the nobility Of their
names renowned. they possessed the en-
try TO the hich society of New York.
The ladies Opu, nj and charming Of the
CRY were 20 kna. .es before them. and
the paDas. Plut0-millionaires. each day
them prayed 10 assist at the high cere-
mo0i7is.
Us. he trunk was there. but where
was Do slir-: that apparel of antiquity
glorious, which his valiant ancestor Rag
giles 70 Fatigue had brought back from
the Crr=7des. and which for so many
generations had been the chemise unique
of h's family noble.
All tla season he. HevtOr Marie. had
brsve'y flashed it's gli.Jeriug front be-
r,ra tho rich and lovely ones of New
York. and hsd they no, made him some
+ -r-..v compliments on It's expanse and
+ polish?
Pm wher- WAS il?
"Sscr-5 name Of q dog" himself cried
. the Count. one time of more. "where is.
.h-7. The SHIRT Of my ances-ors?"
There was no reply, although there
wss another one I'm .le apartment.
WON. Marquis de Taguerague. Bur
he coucNed himself In the bed.
And SO r-1l'ed nc-.
But slip, he?
We go to- see.
tTt
Advancing TO the he'd With some stems
rapid. The Coun. himself addressed 10 him
IN voice s-rid6nt
The Marquis replied without himself
opening his ewes.
What mast .hou. then, that thou MAX
/ est me he big roar?'
( What is f. hat have? What I have
is that I have not the shir, Of my an
. ces-ors. Dos't thou know where SIC
is?"
How chou art drC1r'
CHA, is not a reply. Dost thou
lnow?"
con. make me the silence"
An asoe, furious mounted to the figure
cs the Count.
Advancing his hand desperate, he Re-
tired raD.dly the bedclo-hes. There was
. extended he Marquis elvel0pad in th5
shir. of the ancestors of the Count.
The C0un. pushed a CRY furious.
"AIisera b'er he Numbered. "Assas-
sin O., The honor Of my shirt Of family.
Remove il, then, quickly, lest thee
strange. An, friend infamous. did'st
thou M. know that I had to lead the
cot.llicn o. The house of The rich Smut
tO-night?"
"Ani have 7 not 10 dine at the mill
'0n3ire Jon5- this EVENING"" bit erly ex-
claimed the Marquis "And is it no.
mat my shirt rs in re-ard from the wash
erwCman2"
Miserable" himself, cried again the
+ Count
All, thou me makest fat.gued." grum-
/ ble3 The Marquis.
Raise thou, and dress tbyselfw cried
The Count in a voice terrible. THE in
SUIT thou comes to offer me demands
thy blood"
With these words. desperately signif-
J rGnt. he restored the shirt of his an
css-ors to the trunk and drew from be-
hind it two sabers Of much strength
and sharpness.
AS hou wilt" said the Marquis, un-
warmly.
"N1w. then. friend traltorious, in
T guard" cried the Count, when the Mar
qu.s had completed his toilet by the
pinning OF his collar 10 his overcoat.
"One OF US TWO quit not this chamber
alive"
A light demoniac flashed itself into
the eyes of the Marquis. He came 10
form plan horritying
81, is as thou sayest?" he sneered.
1T is true
Thou swearest that but one or US
quits this chamber a,iye?'
Yes
"Tlenu thou arr iostr' replied the Mar
quis, with frighJful emphasis. And,
moving himself slowly toward the door
he it opened.
Poor foo,r he said, extending Z
finger menaci0g to the Count. "Then
this chamber is thy tomb for l leave
it alive and thou art the fated one that
d0s- no-'
And with a face terrific and unmoVeo
10 shut the door upon the Count ant
him left TO Diet THOMAS J, VIVIAN.