Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-02-23


Jacques Dantin before the open safe and
the papers
/ PradoS, moreover, had appeared only
three times at Rovero's house, and on
the day Of the murder he had entered
at the moment whom Mme. Moniche was
sweeping the upper floors and Moniche
was working i'll his shop in the rear Of
/ the lodge and the staircase was empty
lie rang, and Revere with dragging
steps, came to open tho door. Rovere
was i'll and was little cnnuiod and he
/ believed, or instinctively hoped, that it
was the woman III blacl-his daughter!
Everything served Prados' projects
He had come not to kill, but by some
means to gain entrance to Roverc's
apartments, and. when once there to
find some resource-a loan, more or less
freely given, more or less forCed-and
he would leave with it.
Revere, already worn ont, weary Of
his former supplications. felt tempted
to shut the door in his face, but Prudes
pushed it back, entered, closed it and
said:
4" A last interview. You will never
see me again But listen to mer'
Then Revere allowed him to enter
the salon, and despite the terrible weak
moss which he experienced wished to
mako this q final, decisive interview :;
TO disembarrass himself once for all of
this everlasting beggar sometimes
whining, sometimes threatening.
"Will you not let me die III peace"
be said. Have | not paid my debt:'
But Prades had seated himself in a
fauteuil, crossed his legs and hung over
his knee his sombrero, on which he
drummed a minstrel march.
My dear NJ. Revere, it is last APP
peal for funds. | believe that America
is better than Paris, and in order to re-
turn there or to do what | ought here |
must have what have not-money.
Il am tired Of giving you money!"
Revere quickly replied.
And between these two men, hound
by the remembrance Of the dead girl-a
bond burdensome to the one, imposed
upon by the other-a storm Of bitter
words and harsh sentiments arose and
kindled fierce anger III both.
'lct " Icu YOU ItillulH III peace,
my dear consul, but hunger has driven
the wolf out Of the woods. l am very
hungry, and here | am. "
81 have nothing with which TO feed
your appotitos. You are nothing but IA
burden to me -
con, ingratitudc!' And Prades, with
his Argentina accent, spoke his sisters
name.
My father died, aud Carotta herself
intrusted me to your care, my dear
brother law.
1t seemed to tho sick man, irritated
a. he was, that this namc-which he
had buried deep in his heart with chaste
tenderncss-was a supreme insult
Il forbid you to evoke that memory!
You do not see, then, that the memory
of that dear and sanity creature is one
Of the Hricfs Of my life. "
And 1t is one OF my hcritagcs-
hrothcr-in-law Of consul, senior mia,
but it is IA title, and hold it,"
Revere experienced strong desire to
call, to ring, to give an order to have
this troublesome visitor put out, but en-
crgctic and fearless as he had been hut
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 Il bound, and all that was evil in
him suddenly awolie
A struggle ensucd without n word
being pronounced by either-a quick,
brutal struggle. Revere counted on his
past strength, taking by the collar this
Pradcs who threatened him, and Prados,
while clutching the ex-consul with his
left hand, searched in his pocket for q
weapon-the one which Bernardet had
taken from him.
This was sinister moment. Prades
pushed Revere back. He staggered and
fell against piece Of furniE1re, while
the young man, disengagiuig himself,
stepped back, quickly opened his Span
ish knife, then, with u bound, caught
Revere, shook him, and holding the
knife upliftcd said;
"IhOu hast willed iti'
1t was at this instant that Revere,
whose hands We're contracted, dug his
nails into the assassin 5 neck-the nails
which tho Com!nissary Desbriere and
NJ. Jacquelin Audrays had found still