Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-05-12

Tie was found hung to large oak
no trace Of struggle or violence visible.
Moreover, l was not aware that he had
any enemy" said the mayor thought
fully.
lyon had forgotten me, monsieur !"
cried voice from the hedge, and at the
same moment man rose to his full
height. From head to foot he was clad
in rags, his beard was thick and long,
and in his hand he carried double bar
relied gun.
GEORGES !" exclaimed the mayor, in
tone Of terror.
Eyes, Georges" responded the man.
1--WE have an account to settle together.
Be seated on that log, NJ. Provost, he
continued, land you," he said, address
ing the mayor, ''kneel and make your
peace with God for your days on earth
have drawn to close.
Georges, my friend,' impIored the
priest, surely you will offer no VIC
lence."
81 have that to do which no hand
shall stay, and bid you, as man Of
God, listen TO his confession. If it may
be done, help him to save his soul. His
immortal part | leave with his Maker
only the mortal man is my care. l have
said l will kill him.
These words were spoken with intense
and awful feeling, and the curate trem-
bled as he glanced at the mayor, whose
face was deathlike in its pallor. An in
slant sufficed to impress Father Provost
with the impending danger. and quick
" he placed himself between Georges
and the mayor.
"You shall not execute your threat, I"
he exclaimed "God himself has said,
Thou shalt not kill Miserable man,
you must obey the words Of God"
"He killed my wife. Murder for muir
der, life for life, is my law"
Again has God said, Vengeance is
mine. Commit this deed and you are
forever accursed."
Even if such should be my fate ]
will still kill him."
As he spoke Georges reireated few
stAs, and raising the gun he pointed it
at ,lle mayor. and in voice which froze
the priest s blood exclaimed:
CHOW or never give him abSolution
Deny him the boon, and you may your
self answer for his soul"
A few moments elapsed. Some low
and trembling words were spoken. and
then sharp report rang out upon the
still air. A flash, an instant of time, and
then the life God had given went out
into space, solving the hidden secret OF
the great and mysterious hereafter. The
deed was done, and Georges turned to
fly, when suddenly a man, until then
unobserved, stood before him. 1t was
Simon Trebeau.
leave me, satanic exclaimed
Georges tiercely. 'Leave mel"
"No, responded Simon. "No, will
not leave you
eff you do not let me pass. will
kill you, for am desperate.
"You shall &C, but first listen to me, "
replied his companion. LET me con-
graduate you upon your work. You
have progressed, my friend, N your
growth in sin. You now threaten life
as easily as you once gave aims to tho
poor. What will want not drive man to
commit? Through poverty and its cruel
sting angels have fallen before your
time, will fall again and yet again
while earth shall last.
Slowly the gun fell from the relax
hold of Georges, and as Simon ceased
to speak heavy fall was heard, and
helpless as child Georges lay upon the
sod kneeling, Trebeau pressed his hand
upon the heart of the fallen man.
Feebly it fiuttered, but no sound escaped
the lips from which all ray Of color had
fed.