The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-07-02


circumstantial evidence. Motives the
thing without motive tee hasn't leg
TO stand on"
Boss Tee knocked the ashes out of
his pipe and began as though he were
reading from book:
Twelve wears ago a retired colonel
haunted Monte Carlo. He was a widow
er, and he and his daughter lived
happy-go-luck Bohemian life.
She was pretty in a certain way
petite and fair. and with q sparkle
gained from a Corsican grandmother.
She had always a small court, com
posed of men of mixed nationalities,
and when her father had a run of luck
she bought new frocks and gave pic
MICS. One of her most persistent ad-
mirers was M. d'IIinbu, but she cared
little for him. One evening the colonel
forsook the tables for baccarat; he lost
two thousand to NJ. d'Himbu, and still
the mad frenzy of play was upon him.
II have nothing left to stake he la
mented.
YES whispered NJ. dHimbu: the
highest stake of all--your daughter!'
when the lust of play cooled, the
| colonel knew what he had done.
Next morning his daughter found
| him on the shore, his right hand grasp
| ing a pistol, the wound in his temple
| laved by the calm waves of the Medi-
terranean.
Revenge was the emotion that
swayed her as she stood over her faith
er's dead body. You will remember
told you that Corsican blood ran in her
veins, and that the vendetta had to her
forbears been a binding obligation.
Neither me nor my money shall NJ.
d'Himbu see again. was her cry.
"As soon as possible the coloners
daughter left for England, to find a
home with her mothers brother, old
Admiral Jones. Life with him was as
unlike the bright, gay Monte Carlo life
as it was possible to be. She stepped
at once into an atmosphere of Puri-
tanism. She sang at open-air meetings,
she played the harmonium in the Sail
or's Bethel, she signed the pledge, and
Joined the Anti-Gambling League. And
in this calmer air she forgot vengeance,
she remembered M. d'Himbu only as
one remembers bad nightmare.
"Mr. Guyhirn, being in town for the
May gatherings, was Fascinated by her
zeal and intense energy, and as she re-
marked parenthetcally this afternoon:
|
d'Himbu; he had never even seen a
croupier; and so 1 accepted him.
"She undertook the duties of VIC
ar's wife, and fulfilled them. AS was
natural. there came days when she
craved for the brightness and freedom
of other years; days when her Bohem-
ianism asserted itself-a Bohemianism
her studious, matter-ot-ract husband
| An hi
came about that she learned self-re-
preston; she simulated that which she
would have her be; she acted her part"
"Over-acted it," remarked DR.. Set
tie.
And so her spirit was damned in,
to burst forth with greater force when
her self-repression was for once for
gotten. BY one of the strangest de-
crees of fate NJ. d'Himbu came to Old
by and learned that the rector's wife
was none other than his old love"
"Some diablerie moved him to send
this note to Mrs. Guyhirn," continued
Boss Tee, taking it from his pocket
book and reading:
Your father died owing me you and
$4,000; meet me by your garden at 6:15,
and pay me one or the other
"ALPHONSE."
"Who took that there note?" de-
manded the policeman.
Raft Tom, who probably thought
more Of the sixpence than of the err
rend.
THE Corsican blood leaped up, ole
memories maddened her; she seizet
Miss Marchden's dagger and-as lucl
would have it-her cape, which was
hanging in the hall, and rushed fortf
to meet the man who eklbodied all the
evil of the past. AS she reached thu
knoll she saw her husband on tn,
feldpath; she knew she loved him ant
hated NJ. d'Hlmbu, and in her wratf
she struck-once-twice. For my chill
dren's, for my husbands sake i KEEP
silence, she said, but 1 would no
have let Marjorie suffer-"
And Miss Marchden knew?"
She suspected. She saw Mrs. Guy
hirn fling the dagger on the pollard
but would not betray her friend"
IT'S an uncommon story" continued
Mr.. Bridger, ''and If it hadn't been fo
my Bertrade might never have beer
known. | knew she didn't send that al
bum without due cause. She's the tee
not L"-Casselrs.