Connecticut western news., 1897-10-28

return before 10 or II o'clock My sole confidence was in knowing that he was near you, and now he is gone. And then that boy who ran away before you had time to think of making sure his news was truel At any rate Blaise has left you the two dogs and the gun, has he not?'
 The two dogs are asleep on the porch. As for the gun, Blaise must have left it in the hall. I shall go and make sure. Can you hear Marcel? He is sitting in my lap and is saying good night to you. Listen.
 Good night, papa, good night
 Good night, my darlings. I must get a bite of dinner now, and then I will call you again.
 "Once outside I felt oppressed with what my wife had just told me. had dissimulated my own anxiety in order not to add to her fears, but that uneasi- ness, which had hardly been quieted by the first conversation, now waxed stron- ger at the thought of this strange, in- credible letter which had taken away my wife's one defender, the only man in the house. My thoughts took so dark a turn that by the time I reached the hotel I could not swallow mouthful. left the table to return to the telephone office, but my agent found me and laid before me lot of details which were essential to the success of my venture. l could not dismiss him immediately, and it was late when I re-entered the tele- phone office. My heart .throbbed with impatience and my hand trembled so that I could scarcely hold the receiver to my ear. It was some seconds before I could hear anything.
 Hello, Louise, helloi' cried. Are you there? Answer me.
 'At last I heard her voice, but it was low, oppressed, filled with terror.
 "'Oh, it's you at last For the last hour have been nearly crazed. I could not find the gun-that boy must have stolen it when he went away. Blaise has not come back. They must have got him out of the way on purpose. Oh, am losing my head! I can scarcely breathe for terror-I think I hear-in the garden-far away Wait while I listen.
 'Clutching at the box for support, could only cry, Louise, I beg of you, do not leave me in this silence-what do you hear?'
 "'The dogs are growling-now they are barking-barking furiously. They have run to the bottom of the garden now, suddenly they are still There is a deathly silence. But-yes, it sounds like muf1ed footsteps on the pebbled walk as if some one were coming toward the house.
 Go on, speak, Louise! I am stran- gling. shall go mad. What do you hear-what do you hear now?'
 Nothing now-almost nothing yes, there is a gentle, steady grating sound, as if chisel were being slipped under a shutter to force it. The sash gives way-a window is broken, Oh, I am terrified!'
 ''I shook the telephone box in my agony. Telephone to Marseilles, cried, to warn the policeP
 "'How can I? The city is three leagues away. They would come too late-and I cannot-oh, I am going mad
 "'Call for help or hide yourself-yes, that's it. Take the little one and hide.
 q T cannot. I have no strength left they are coming, the stairs creak-they are in the hall-they are feeling along the wall-they try the door-Marceli My God-help, hell
 "There were two muffled cries of ter TOT, then vague, confused noise, then a tumble of indefnable sounds, then silence. Something seemed to crack in my brain, and fell unconscious '"
 Gasping as if he had lived through this terrible scene again, M. Maroux concluded: "From Le Gazette Judi clare you can learn the details of the crime. It is known as the Morande atrocity. By it I lost my wife, my child and my two servants. But no re- port can describe, no mere words can ever express, the hideous nightmare that modern science brought me, the frightful torture of a man who, at distance of 100 leagues, hears the de- spairing cries of his wife and son, who are being strangled while he is power less to do more than batter impotently on wooden telephone box. Trans lated For Argonaut From the French of Charles Foley