The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1904-02-21

VanCourtlandt's escort but she can use
her own pleasure is being detained /
looked at Adele. She was drawing herself
up into a rigid attitude and, bowling cody
to me- took the arm of M. DO and was
led to the carriage. l stood dazed, stupi-
fed, until l realized the horrible truth
Adele was under a hypnotic spell ana
knew not what she did.
Down midway the street 1 dashed mad
ly after the retreating carriage. but its
lights soon became. blurred with the city
lights and | found myself at the jack
son square. ! entered the park gates ana
as the relaxation of my great grief rolled
back upon me, | sank upon one or the
iron seats and fell to sobbing, sobbing
like a child. How long | sat there | know
not but rustling in the cammelas near
caused me to sit erect and look about
and there, walking in meditation, was a
man. His face was upturned to the full
moon, and In its cleaning light l recog-
nized the devilish features of M. DO.
l watched him as a lion watches his
prey upon which he Is about to spring
while the voices within me cried: KILL
kinr Onward | came steathily creeping
creeping. | had no weapon but my hand
clutched the neck of bottle of old
wine In my top coat pocket, which was
TO go to Madame LeFort. but which now
was to serve another mission.
l almost laughed aloud as my arm shot
out like a thunderbot, dealing him such
a blow on the head that he fell to the
ground like lead. Then lost all reason,
but they tell me l was found on my own
threshold unconscious, and that for weeks
had lain tossing in delirium. But never
word did | utter during the time to
criminate myself for the crime | had
committed While convalescing express
ed a desire to see Adele, and was quietly
told by some one who knew nothing of
my affaire du occur. that she was dead.
Then, little knowing how every word
was stabbing my weak heart he releated
how she had taken her own life over the
grave of Monsieur DO. How they had
found her lying across the grave with
her life blood mingling with the clover
that had sprung up over the mound Oh,
Mon Dieu! If my soul could have left
this body then. l lay for days in a semi
conscious state, trying to grasp the great
ness of my misfortune. And there was no
day. All was thick, dark night. No moon
no stars. The rolling black shadow of nv
overwhelming sorrow had cast the whole
world into eclipse. A curious desire pos
sessed me to see the grave of, DO. 1
remembered the exact location of the
Sput, anu hucW L cOuIu ma II. Tor here
all bury their dead in mansoleums who
can. My nurse left me for walk and
ere she had turned the corner of our
block, l too with a superb human effort
dressed and made my exit. On / rushed
and stumbled. compelled many. many
times to rest my weak body on the way.
At last | reached the spot and, as
stood there gazing down upon the grave
of the man | had slain, observed a pc
cularity about the clover at my feet. and
reached down for a handful. started
back,
Each leaf was stained with blood
red heartl sS
Believing 1t only an optical Illusion
dashed them to the ground and grasped
another handful. They too were slpotched
with the red hearts standing in bold re-
lief. Turning ! fed staggering from the
place. MY mind was strangely clear and
calm. ! remembered the chirp of crick-
cts and the bark Of a dog back towards
the city. After reaching home / lay all
day and part of the night upon my bed
exhausted. but awake-and conscience