The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-09-03

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had not dreamed that the Russian plan
list. her lehrer husband, could be untrue.
She took her two babies IN her. arms and
cried little. Then She went to see
Maitre Lahori the brilliant leader Of the
French criminal bar. She cried when she
told her story. ~ e.
Maitre Labori himself bowed her out Of
his offices. He would not intrust that.
agreeable duty to his clerk.
Madame, It shall be done,' he said.
Maitre Labor secured the divorce. and
soon thereafter he married his fair eli
ent.
Nine. Labori loved her husband. She
was his bonnie camarade. his sweetheart.
his guiding spirit. He was her idol, her,
ideal, her king of all men,. She always
went to court to hear his speeches. Paris
fans wondered why the brilliant Maitre
T4aborfs wife went SO often to his office.
Was she jealous? Not that. The maitre
said he could not study IA case we'll If she
were not there among his books and his
documents She laugaifhgiy hundred this
whim. though it costs her many a drive.
on the Bots, many an afternon at the
concert. many an evening at the theater.
She was proud OF Eherf flower covered
yoke. She loved himSfor his loving tyran-
n.y. She thrilled toLteaTs in court un-
der his speech our 3speech.'
She struck hands WITH him bravely
when he declared he would fight the
DreyfUs battle to the end She went to
Rcrres with him and sat In court. as
near him as she might. dTery day When
he pleaded for DreyfHs 9her eyes were as
full OF indignant fire as his own.
One morning she started to the Lyeee
with him as usual They. met Col. Pic
quart and Edward Cast. Maitre Labori's
brother-in-law.
81 have forgotten my ticket she ex-
claimed, and ran back to the quaint
house in the Place Laennec for 1t. When
she ran out from the house she saw
group of men standing about PROSTATE
figure in the centre Her woman's heart
called aloud the name of that man in the
centre. The wind was not quicker than
she.
The lawyer lay upon his side. The
blood was pouring from a bullet wound
in his back. She had left him for but
moment and this had come.
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 dust of the street
settled whitley upon both of them. She
looked upward. 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 9side. When they were
trying to stanch his wounds. and men
about him were VIII spering of death. he
had said: Tell my wife 1 am thinking
of her every moment. Now he smiled
when he felt her presence. When they,
were carrying him through the door. he,
pain binding him. groped about for her
hand.
''Where art thou. MY wife? where
are thou, my soul?s hes called
She was his nurse and constant conn
/, pania1ne until he was gabiert to appear IN
court once more. She wi not be separ-
.ated from him for al moment. II her
constant care awaits mot and Dreyfus'
defender dies, she Will die too.
A white face In 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 that series OF pictures in "One
Womans Life"