The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-03-04

fauteui1, crossed his legs and hung owe
his knee his sonbrero. ON which b,
drummed a minstrel march.
my dear NJ. Revere, il is n last ap
peal for funds. / believe that Americf
is better than Paris, and in order TO re.
turn there or to do what ought here
must have what have not-money.
II am tired OF giving You money!
Revere quickly replied.
And between these two men, bound
by the remembrance Of the dead girl-a
bond burdensome 10 the one, imposed
upon by the other-a storm Of bitter
words and harsh sentiments arose and
kindled fierce anger in both.
II tried 10 let you remain in peace,
my dear consul, but hunger has driven
the wolf out of the woods / am very
hungry, and here am
81 have nothing with which to feed
your appetites. You are nothing but a
burden to me"
"Oh, ingratitudev' And Prades, with
his Argentina accent, spoke his sisters
name.
my father died, and Carlotta herself
intrusted me to your care, my dear
brother in law"
1t seemed to the sick man, irritated
as he was, that this name-which he
had buried deep in his heart with chaste
senderness-was supreme insult.
Il forbid you to evoke that memory I
You do not see, then, that the memory
of that dear and sanity creature is one
Of the griefs of my life
and it is one of my heritages-
brother-in-law of a consul, senior mia,
but it is title, and / hold itr'
Revere experienced strong desire to
call, TO ring, to give an order to have
this troublesome visitor put out, but en-
ergetic and fearless as he had been but
a short time before, now weakened by
illness, he trembled before a possible
scandal. Then he, unaided, attempted
TO push the young man out of the salon.
Prades resisted and at the first touch
gave bound, and all that was evil in
him suddenly awoke.
A struggle ensued without a word
being pronounced by either-a quick,
brutal struggle. Revere counted ON his
past strength, taking by the collar this
Prades who threatened him, and Prades
while clutching the ex-consul with his
left hand, searched in his pocket for
one which Bernardet had
taken from him.
This was q sinister moment. Prades
pushed Revere back. He staggered and
tell against piece of furniture, while
the young man, disengaging himself,
stepped back, quickly opened his Span
sh knife, then, = a bound, caught
Revere, shook and holding the
Knife uplifted said:
"Thou hast willed itp'
1t was at this instant that Revere,
whose hands were contracted, dug his
nails into the assassin IS neck-the nails
which the Commissary Desbriere and
NJ. Jacquelin Audrays had found still
ed with blood.
Prades, who had come there either to
or threaten, now had only
me thought, hideous and ferocious-to
I'LL. He did not reason. 1t was no more
han an unclaimed instinct. The noise
# the organs upon the boulevard, which |
accompanied with their musical, drag
ling notes this savage scene, like a
remolo undertone to melodrama at |
he theater, he did not hear. The whole |
Of his life seemed to be con.
entrated in his fury, in his hand arm
d with the knife. He threw himself |
N Revere He struck the flesh, open
ng the throat, as across the water
mong the gauchos he had been accus-
omed to kill sheep or cut the throat of |
n OK.
Revere staggered, wavered, freed
rom the hand which held him, and
trades, stepping back, looked at him.
Livid, thu dying man seemed to live
My in his eyes. He had cast upon the
lurderer a last meaning look. Now, in
SOFT Of supreme agony, he looked
round. His eyes searched for support,
Or aid-yes, they called, while from
hat throat horrible sounds issued.
Prades saw with kind of fright Ro-
ere, with a superhuman tragic effort,
tep back, staggering like a drunken
iah, pun WIFI HIS poor contracted /
ands from above the chimney piece an
bject which the murderer had not no.
ICED, and upon which, with an ardent,
rayerful expression, he fixed his eyes,
some quick, inarticulate
lords which Prades could not hear or
1t seemed to Prades that between his
ictim and himself there was witness,
nd whether he thought of the value of
ne stones imbedded in the frame or
neither he wished to take from Revere
lis last support in his distress, he went
, him and attempted to tear the portrait
'om his hands. But an extraordinary
rength seemed to come to the dying
ian and Revere resisted, fastening his
yes upon the portrait, casting upon it a
wing flame, like the last flare of a dy-
lg lamp, and with this last, despair
lg, agonizing look the ex-consul
reathed his last. He fell. Prades tore
ie portrait from the fingers which
utched it. That frame, he could sell