El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-07

LabOri'S Love Story
Handsome Young Australian Who Finally His Wife,

bed. Two women sobbing. Margaret
O'Key appears in yet another picture.
O'Key, b err brother, has ended his life
by pistol in a London hotel. No one
knew why. Life and death have many
mysteries:
Russian pianist, had q favorite pupil In
Vienna. In time he married her.
They toured America together. The
critics said the pisnist's wife was al
most as great genius as he.
She plays superbly, with q finished
elegance and marvellous brilliancy.
Her touch is at all times smooth and
dainty. That was a half dozen years
ago. Vladimir de Pachman returns to
America next month for another tour,
but he will not be accompanied by
Nine. De Pachman, at least, not the
same Nine. De Pachman. There was
In the former Nine. De Pachman
faint family resemblance to the incon-
sequent pink bundle we have seen in
Australia and the young girl who hid
| and sang in the apple tree In Nova
Scotia, who stared thoughtfully from
the Atlantic liner, and who knelt be-
side her brothers. body in the English
hotel.
1t was terrible revelation to inno-
cent. sunny-natured Nine. De Pach-
man. She had no dreamed that the
Russian pianist, her 1ehrer-husbaud,
could be untrue. She took her two
babies in her arms and cried little.
Then she went to see Maitre Labori,
the brilliant young leader of the
French criminal bar. She cried when
she told her story.
Ma.tre Labori himself bowed her
- = 10 ot
intrust that agreeably duty to his
clerk.
madame. it shall be done," he
said.
Maitre Labori secured the divorce,
and soon thereafter he married his
fair client.
Nine. L abort loved her husband
She was hi 8 bonne camarade, his sweet
heart, his guiding spirit. He was her
idol, her idea, her king of all men.
She always went to court to hear his
speechee. Psrisians wondered why the
brilliant Maitre LabOri's wife vent SO
often to his Office. Was she jealous?
Not that. The Maitre said he could
not study a case we'll If she were not
there among his books and his docu
ments. She laughingly humored this
whim, though it cost her many q drive
on the Bois, many an afternoon at the
concert. many evening at the theater.
She was proud of the fower-covered
yoke. She loved him for his loving
tyranny. She thrilled to tears in court
under his speech-'our speech"
She struck hands with him bravely
when he declared he would fight the
to Rennes with him and sat in court,
as near him as she might. every day.
When he pie AIDED for Dreyfus her eyes
were az full of indignant fire as his
own.
One morning she started to the Lycee
with him as usual. They met Colonel
Picqusrt and Edmund Cast, Maitre La
BORIS brother-in-law.
81 have forgotten my ticket" she ex-
claimed, and ran back to the quaint
house in the Place Laennec for it.
When che ran out from the house she
saw group OF men standing about q
PROSTATE figure in the center. Her
woman's heart called aloud the name
of that man in the center. The wind
was no. quicker than she.
The lawyer lay upon his side. The
wound In his back. She had left him |
for but a moment, and this had come. J
She lifted his head upon her lap. |
He could not speak, but he kissed her |
hands. The blood from the wound |
flowed over her black dress. The duet |
OF the street settled Whitley upon both
of them. She looked forward, an |
agonized expression in her brown |
eyes. Men took off their hats. They |
knew she was praying.
They carried him to the house. she |
walking by his side. When they were |
trying to stsnch his wounds, and men |
about him were whispering of death |
he had said: "Tell my wife am think |
ing of her every moment" Now he |
smiled wbens he felt Der presence. |
When they were carrying him through |
the door he, pain binding him, CROPPED |
about for her hand.
"Where art thou, my wife? Where |
art thou, my soul?'' he called.
She was bis nurse and constant COM |
panion until be was able to appear in |
court once more. She will not be sepa-
rated from him for a moment. If her |
cons tant care avails not and Dreyfus' |
d defender dies, she will die. too.
A white face in a coffin, close to |
Maitre Labori's-one that bears faint |
family resemblance to that Australian |
baby of two and thirty years ago.
would be the last of th at series of pic |
lures in lone Woman's Life.-New
York World.