The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1902-02-27
FILE NUMBER H3
One of the Mysteries of Peris and How it
Solved
BY Emile GeNboria.U

/ Nine Fauvel. in an agony of terror,
"eXplain these dreadful words Am
not your mother? Tell me what dis
tresses you; ] am ready to hear the
worst"
lie appeared to hesitate, as il
/ afraid TO crush his mothers heart by
I the terrible blow he was about to in.
hict Then in a voice of gloomy de-
spair he replied:
/ 81 am ruined!"
[ "Ruined2"
"Yes, ruined; and I have nothing
more TO expect or hope for I am dis.
honored; and all through my own
fault; no one is to blame but my
/ self"
"Raoull"
at is the sad truth, my poor moth
err; but fear nothing I shall not trail
i'm the dust the name which YOU be-
slowed upon me win at least have
the courage not 10 survive my dis
honor. Come. mother; don't pity me.
or distress yourself; ] am one o.
those miserable beings fated to find
no peace save I'm the arms of death.
/ came into the world with misfor-
tune stamped upon my brow. Was
not my birth a shame and disgrace to
your Did not the memory of my ex-
istence haunt you day and night. fill
ing your soul with remorse? And now,
when | am restored to you after many
years separation, do | not prove to
be bitter curse, instead of a bless
ing?"
"Ungrateful boy! Have / ever re-
preached you?"
Never! Your poor Raoul win die
with your beloved name on his lips;
his last words a prayer to Heaven to
heap blessings upon your head. and
reward your long-sufTering devotion"
Die! You die, my son ."
1T must be, my dear mother; honor
compels it.. am condemned by judges
FROM whose decision no appeal can be
taken my conscience and my will"
An hour ago Mime. Fauvcl would
have sworn that Raoul had made her
ufrc" all the tormcuts that a woman
'ould endure: ont row she felt that
All her former troubles were nothing
compared with her present agony.
"My Godl Raoul, what have YOU
been doing?' she gasped.
"Monoy was intrusted TO me; !
gamblcd and lost f."
"Was IT a large sgm?"
NO; but more than YOU can re-
place. My poor mother, have / not
taken everything from you? Did you
not give ME your last jcwel?'
But Monsieur dc Clameran is rich.
lie placed his fortune at my disposal.
! viii order the carriage and go tc
him"
But Monsieur de Clameran is ab.
sent and will not return 10 Paris uu.
iii neNt week; and il ! do not have
the money this evening / am lost
Alas. ! have thought deeply, and, al,
though it is hard TO die so young
sdli, fate wills it so."
lie pulled pistol from his pocket,
and. with forced smile, said:
This viii settle everything"
Nine. Fauycl was too eScited and
frightened to reflect upon the horror
O. Raoul's bchayior,and that these wild
threats were last resort for obtain.
ing money. Forratful of the past
careless of the future. her every
thought concentrated upon the pres.
ent, she comprehended but one fact
that her son was about TO commit sui
eide, and tAat she was powerless to
prevent the fearful deed.
V..ff Isf,T.. ,,I.tf.
she cried, andre win soon return
home, and win asl, him to give me
Low much did YOU lose
Thirty Thousand frames"
"You shall have them tomorrow
But ] must have the money to-
aight."
Nine Fauyel vruur her hands in
despair
"Oh! why did YOU not come to me
sooner may SON: Why did YOU not
Lave confidence enough in me TO come
once for help? Ttis evening? There
IS no one u the Louise to open the
money safe; il it were not for that
% you had only come before Andre
went out
The safc." cried Gaoul with sud
den JOY, as if thi- magic word had
thrown a ray of light upon his dark
despair; "do You know where the key
Is kept
'Nes; it is i'm the reNt room"
Well. he exclaimed, with a bold
look that caused Nine. Fauyel to low
er her eyes and keep silent.
"Giye me the key, mother" he said
.n % tone of cntrcaty.
"Oh, Baoul, Raom,"
1T is my life am asking of you"
These words decided her; she
snotched mp a candle, rushed into her
chamber, opened the secretary and
took out M, Fauycls key
But when about 90 hand il TO RIA.
oul she seemed suddenly To see tha