The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-04-01

lady shocked me a little. Does ma
dane krow?"
"Not yet, monsieur"
Don't tell her. 1t might excite
her"
Especially as madame is already
disturbed. l don't know If 1 ought to
tell monsieur, but Monsieur Lu-
cien-"
well! What? Monsieur Lucien?"
"He did not come home last night
Oh, what is wrong with monsieur"
II don't know-I feel rather faint.
I've felt so all day-yesterday too"
Monsieur had better so to his
room"
yes. I am going"
''Tll help you up stairs"
"No, no. Leave me alone"
Eyes, yes! Monsieur can hardly
stand up. Come! Carefully. Here
we are! Sit down in your big arm
chair. There! Does monsieur feel
better?'
yes, yes"
Il am sure that monsieur was vexed
because Monsieur Lucien did not come
home"
Nonsense. I've felt badly all day."
81 will go and tell madame"
mo, no"'
"Ah! Here comes madame now.
Monsieur is i'll, madame"
II am not; there is nothing the mat
ter with me. What is the girl talking
about? Go! Go to the kitchen"
MADAME, l told monsieur that Mon
sieur Lucien-"
"Who told you to say anything about
it? Go! Mind your own affairs. That
girl is unbearable! She told you about
Lucien?"
"Yes THAI is what upset me-
though l have not felt we'll all day"
ut is not so much his not coming
home that vexes me-boys will be boys
but l confess that l am troubled by
his mysterious actions. What do you
think? He came in, stealthily, two
minutes ago. l was in the hall, put
ting in order the closet under the
stairs. He didn't see me in the dark
ness, but 1 saw him go to the cabinet
and hang something on hook. Ed
ward! What is the matter? You're
as white as a sheetr'
Nothing, nothing A slight faint
ness like 1 had while ago. Go away;
l would rather be alone"
'.rhe idea! Leave you when you are
illr
1T is nothing, eel you. My nerves
are unstrung. 1t only irritates me and
makes me worse to have people fuss
ing about me. Please so, dear"
oh how you worry me, Edward!
What do you want now, Gle
mence"
"a gentleman to see you, monsieur"
But he is ill, l tell you"
1T is M. Meguin, the Judge"
Tell him that-Oh! I'll so and see
what he wants."
NO no. Show him up here, do you
hear, Clemence? Go! And you go,
too"'
Edward! To speak to me like that.'
Pardon me, my dear; but please
9Os liz lldy nave oOIIGillluS9 W St]y
in confidence-somethirg that he
would not care to say before you"
Il don't know what is the matter
with you, Edward. You frighten me.
Come in, Monsieur Meguin. 1 leave
you with my husband. Good day"
Monsieur Meguin, am right in not
wishing her to be present, am l not?
You have seen your son, Monsieur
Monitor"
mot yet"
But you have heard Of the murder
of Madame Toyle?"
yes"
"The whole town knows it. 1t is
astonishing how fast such news
spreads. So your son las told you
nothing?
mo"
"He has been of the greatest assist
dined together and were at the theatre
when a messenger came for me- But
what is the matter? Are you i'll? You
stare at me so wildly"'
II beg pardon. l am not sure that
understood you. / seem half deaf
to-day. Do you say that you were
with my son all last EVENING""
"Why, yes! When 1 was summoned
to the chateau he went with me. On
seeing the wound he exclaimed: This
wound was made with Malay kris,
like the one in fathers cabinet He
went home and fetched your kris.
taking great care not to awaken you,
for he knew that this horrible story,
heard suddenly at night, would give
bad shock. He gave me a descrip-
ton OF the sailor who sold YOU that