The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1902-05-02
NO. 35.
loves Mile. Madeleine" {"

Onerate him that no one shall reprOach
him with what has been my mistake"
The fat man quietly took up his hat
and cane, which stood in corner, as
if he had been paying an ordinary
morning call, and turned to leave the
room.
Monsieur" he said before going,
''eXcuse my intruding any advice, but
Nine. FauveP'-
"Andre!' cried the poor woman. can
dre!"
The banker hesitated a moment,
then, following the impulse of his
heart, ran to his wife and, clasping her
in his arms. said:
"No; will not be so foolish as to
struggle against my heart. 1 do not
pardon, Valentine; 1 forget-I forget
ALP
NJ. Verduret had nothing more to do
at Vesinet. Therefore, without taking
leave of the banker, he quietly left the
room and, taking his cab, ordered the
driver to return to Paris and drive to
the Hotel du Louvre as rapidly as pos
sible. His mind was filled with anxi-
ETY.. He knew that Raoul would give
him no more trouble. The young rogue
was probably taking his passage for
some foreign land at that very mo-
ment. But Clameran should not es
cape the punishment he deserved. But
how was it possible to inflict this pun.
ishment without compromising Nine
Fauvel? M. Verduret thought over the
various cases similar to this, but not
one among his repertory Of expedients
could be applied to the present circum-
stances. After long thought he decid-
ed that an accusation of poisoning
must come from Oloron. 81 will GO
there and work upon public opinion, SO
that to satisfy the townspeople the au,
thorities would order an inquest in
Gaston's case. But this required time,
and Clameran, being warned, would
disappear.
1t was almost dark when the carriage
stopped in front of the Hotel du Lou
vre. M. Verduret noticed crowd of
people collected together in groups and
heard the police crying "Move onv'
The crowd would merely separate in
one spot to join a more clamorcus
group a few yards off.
"What has happened?" demanded NJ.
Verduret of lounger near by.
"a strange thing" replied the man.
He first appeared at that seventh sto.
ry window. He was only half dressed.
Some persons tried to seize him; but,
with the agility Of a seepwalker, he
jumped out upon the roof, shrieking
Murder! Murderv The recklessness
of his conduct led me to suppose
The gossip stopped short in his mar
rative, very much astonished. His
questioner had vanished.
'Could it be Clameran? thought NJ.
Verduret.
He pushed through the crowded
courtyard of the hotel.
At the foot of the staircase M. Fan
ferlot and three peculiar looking indi-
viduals were standing together.
"Well," cried NJ. Verduret, whats
the matter?"
'The matter is this" said Fanferlot
dejectedly. II have no luck. You see
how it is. This is the only chance /
SNSL htiu VI WOlAlIS OuL u
case, and. presto my criminal breaks
DOWN.
"rhen it is Clameran who"-
"Of course it is. When the rascal
saw me this morning, he scampered off
like hare. On reaching the Boulevard
of Schools sudden idea seemed to seize
him, and he struck out for this hotel,
nrnha h1U tn nj Of
When he arrives, what does he sect
These three friends of mine. The sight
of them had the effect of sunstroke
upon him. He went raving mad"
"Where is he nowY
"At the prefecture, suppose. Some
policemen handcuffed him and drove
off with him in cab"
"Come with me-"
M. Verduret and Fanferlot found |
Clameran in one Of the private cells |
reserved for dangerous prisoners.
He had on a straitjacket and was
struggling violently against three men
who were striving to hold him while a
physician tried to force him to swallow |
a potion.
"Help" he shrieked. 'Do you not see |
him - my brother - coming after mel |
He wants to poison mew
M. Verduret took the physician aside |
and questioned him about the maniac.
"He is in hopeless state" replied |
the doctor. '"This species of insanity is |
1ncurable. He thinks some one is trying |
to poison him, and nothing viii per-
suade him to eat or drink anything,
and as it is impossible to force any
thing dewn his throat he will die of |
starvation after having suffered all the
tortures of poison"
NJ. Verduret, with a shudder, turned |
to leave the prefecture. saying to Fan
ferlot:
"Mme. Fauvel is saved. God has
punished Clameran."
'That doesn't help me-" grumbled
Fanferlot, "All my trouble has been
for nothing. What luek!"
"That is true" replied NJ. verduret.
"Case 113 will never leave the record
office, But console yourself. will send
you as bearer of dispatches to a friend
of mine, and what you have lost in
fame will be gained in gold"
Later was celebrated at the Church
of Notre Dame de LOrette the marriage
of NJ. Prosper Bertomy and Mile. Made
leine Fauvel.
The banking house is still In Prov
ince street, but as NJ. Fauvel has decid-