The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-10-01
THE MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL.
ssWall ,, said he. CT wrote it. -

gave it to me to read, = / replied;
ssI gathered that from your words,
said i next; "and Of course you wrote
it for. very good reasons9o
You shah hear them,'' said he
bracelet Bracelet was last worn at the, Mica;
rene ball in Marseilles by a girl named
BERTHE Duval. She was carried from
the ballroom stabbed horribly, at i
O'Clock in the morning. She died IN
my arms, for in one week she was to
rtAnd the assassinq' I asked.
vain Wss he hu eoetinu u ine myself Of
fered every shilling that had to find
him, but, despite the activity of US all,
he was never SO much as named. Let
enough for me because such a retro,
erosion recalls to me the one, passion
Of nv life-a passion beside which the
affair at Marseilles is not to be spoken
Of. God knows that. the memory OF
the woman refer to is at this moment men
ian Girl, 16 years old when she died,
and Z think-why should I not 9-that
the world has never held a more
beautiful creature. Well, she wore
the bracelet, now about. twenty,six
months ssgo, ona at ar the sh Maf fel de sas
d.
. before nv very eyes ten minutes after
she had entered the ballroom. She had
drunk of poisoned coffee, and no man
> but one knew by whose hand the death
had come to her, -:
"You say no man but one; that one
= was
"T6en you knew who killed the
other victim at Marseilles9'
'UT knew. as you say; but to know
2 and to arrest are different things >,
\ \ "Haye you any idea as to the man 8
whereabouts now9' .
VEvery idea; he was in Paris three
days agolhe was IN +han 7; toIaS that
y he will be at the opera ball tonight. -
Before he could say more l rose IRON
Y, nv chair and summoned the head walter
10 Of the place to me. Then I, wrote az
u urgent message upon Leaf OF my ho 5e
re P R~e B si The message implloreet
9, Mile. Bernier, as she valued her life, t.
in leave the bracelet at home for TIL
at night at any rate. ,,- 49,,
Now said o 1--WE SaS Ssn t t1la st nj
h at Gq1 to Marse1es fourteen o motifs
be let us have the chapter. in your LII
N, which precedes that one.'
a He finished off his absinthe, an
n. called for another glass before he woul
I answer me. At last he said:
Oh "Yoq ask me to speak speak of th ha2g
ct sufficient Mlfi confidence in you, however,
n trust my safety in your hands. In
ms story is not long one, Three years az
ad I was a. struggling painter in Sayon
ir. giving half my life to a study OF tt
his pictures in the, cathedrall-you n ma ia
~, and the other half to the worship
er: Pauline di Chigi, the daughter of s. s.
~ versmith who lives over against tt
lapt Hotel Royal. Needless. to tell you Of n
+he poverty, or of my belief in myself.
y. sn0 lived then in the day dreams ms VIM m
nd, broken only by the waywardness Of t
the giri. by her womanly fckleness, by t
tel riches of the men who sought her.,
Use, would weary you to hear of my To-
}, l nights of agony following the nome
the tary success of this man or that W
of poverty, of my bitterness, and son
as times even of my hopelessness: There
but something of this sort in the life
i'm, every poor man, but the romance
'rd, scarce bear the light of other. eyes;
and ha? Place IN my s50 sEea ln Re top 9e
for stealing is the 7ord for the act VIII
the gave me its possession.
wer "But arrivons. In the end of
eft, January of last year, 1, struggling
ntil embrace career in which | have tai
-, because I have genius, and no tale
ibid obtained commission from the Dom
wn. lean monks to go to the Valley OF
In Bernardo, and to take up my reslde1
'ver there while I retouched some OF
Ight more modern and more faded plctu
was in the sanctuary of NOStra SlgnOra
the Misericordia The shrine and village
ked, in the mountains five miles above S
hey ona. The former is now, recognizing
therr splendor, though grievously pillaged
R BAD the French and by later ter va ana
that ton to me habit not been
that P Pau w whom I left to ,
the persecution of fat and soulless tt
lpon err, and to the solicitations of her fat
had that she would marry him. The ]
'nierr lover loaded her with presents and y
TODD the -follies Of speech which mid
lght. aged man who is amorous can be gu
ruitt- Of. I could give her nothing but
otel, promise of a future, and that be
} the without market value, did not cow!
the her. While she would make pretens5
saw affection for me when we We're al
He she did nothing to repulse the OF
curb Thus I left Savona with her kisses
me, my lips, and rage at her wantonnes
7hich nv heart; and for three weeks lab
him, patiently in the mountain village;
Y. my art lifted even. beyond the spell
n my the girl.
tray cit was at the end of the third '
JnaC my CnOuSnLS were dIueuC!y LUZ
o"eo to her by circumstance which ca
fail to appear remarkable to you
even was walking in the late afternoon Of
mo Sunday in the path which leads
, Inc high amongst the mountains, here r
you green and purple, and afar with s
o., Caps above this lovely spot;
= CHANGING to turn aside from the
and to plunge into a shrubbery,
q. at last upon the log Of tree per
your at the side of as wild a glen as
- seen in Italy. Below me were ]
. MS of marble-black,y yellow, red-all &C
~ !; ! aloe trees fourished abundantly, sp
ooh ing from every Granny of the dell
a., tho the reign of winter was not
10 oAo flowers blossomed everywhere, and
titudinous shrubs were rich in
- and buds. Here I sat for an
Ill TO- buried in my musings, and when al
7 left it was by an overgrown
across the dingle. found then
WON the opposite side of the place, was
=, 49, ly sleeper than the one by which
N tne descended; in fact, mounted it
onver- difficulty; and when near to the SUI
nnemy. I chung to the saplings and the bra
ote IN for sheer foothold. This action br'
"a lad 70 all nv trouble, for Of a sudden, il
III 10 I had come to the top, shrub to
'oclow T was holding gave at the roots
rear; giving, sent me rolling to the b.
? polo again with great quantity of
le mo earth all about me and my
CRYING ach;no indescribabIy, -. e..
much 11For some minutes 7 sat. being
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