St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1908-07-25

necessary for me to tell you, who
know the secrets of the chateau, how
many black, foul murders have taken
place in the past when victims of
Napoleon's power gasped their last
breaths in the dread silence of the
night, helpless and unshriven-"
The marquis voice faltered and he
paused for an instant, but the hand
that grasped his pistol did not tremble
and a light of unflinching determine
ton shone steadily in his eyes.
For those hapless ones who per-
ished in last nights tragedy I have
naught but pity in my heart The
guilt of bloodshed weighs not upon
my shoulders but rather on those of
the man whom the adherents of the
rightful sovereign of France sought
to destroy and whose baneful exist
ence made such a catastrophe pos
sible. AS for you, NJ Claude, you are
but machine owned and operated
by a tyrant. Also your reputation
proclaims you model of honesty
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reason am minded to bestow upon
you an honor that will be valued by
posterity, if not by yourself. First of
all, will you give me your word that
you will submit to my proposition,
which involves no question of my es-
cape? If not l will reluctantly be
obliged to shoot you, and then turn
this weapon on myself ere your men
can gain the stairway"
NJ Claude shrugged his shoulders
again.
You leave me seant choice" he
said, calmly; land I am willing to
confess that / am not DESTROYS of be
ing dispatched post haste to para.
disc with the aid of ball from your
pistol. / agree"
D'Aldano laid down his pistol and
producing a handsomely chased gold
snuff box. inhaled pinch of the mix
ture therein with extreme zest. He
passed the box to the chief who fol
lowed his example and bowed in &C
acknowledgement of the courtesy.
Now" said the marquis gayly, 81
intend to entrust you with a secret
which will prove that instead of seek
ing to avoid, l am indeed counting
DEATH
Removing his coat he barred his
forearm, exposing to view bluish-red
puncture about half an inch in length
just above the wrist, which stood out
in bold relief against the white skin.
THAT mark" he said, tapping the
scar gently with his forefinger, '"is
my passport to another world, M
Claude"
The chief stared uncomprehending
ly, and the marquis dropped back into
his chair with light laugh.
"a few hours ago." he said, when
realized that all avenues of escape
from Paris were closed to me, l re
solved to adopt measure which
would insure an early death by my
own hand, should the boon of dying
as BELTS one of my race be denied. II
would have been simpler as well as
less painful to have blown out my
brains, but I chung to the hope OF
falling by the sword of worthy foe.
man, if such a consummation could be
brought about, Do you understand p
Il begin to perceive the drift o.
your argument" returned the chief
But may | ask what means you sum
moned to your assistance in escaping
the hand of the executioner?"
Certainly" assented the marquis
"A man worthy of crossing swords
with me is also deserving of my conf.
dence and you shall have 1t in full
The wound in my arm, insignificant
though it may appear, is none the less
deadly. 1t was caused by the prick
of a dagger, the point of which had
been tipped with poison taken from
the diseased bone of putrid human
body. It's extreme virulence would
not be made manifest for several
hours to come, but I have the author
ity of one of Frances most eminent
physicians for stating that such a pois
on is absolutely sure in it's effects
True, one would labor under the tri
fling inconvenience of enduring in
tense agony at the final climax, but
that is mere matter of detail with
which I am not concerned Besides
your fame as sWordsman leads me
to imagine that I may perchance ex
pire in an easier and more gentle
manly fashion. l think l am not mis-
taken when / infer that you are one
of the best wielders of a good steel
bade in this degenerate age?"
81 followed the profession of mas
ter of arms before entering the police
service" was the chiefs reply.
Good" exclaimed the marquis
merrily. What more could I ask?
A man of honest If not noble blood
and skilled in the management of his
weapon. / warn you however, M
Claude, that I myself am no novice in
the art of fencing"
IF report speaks truly, there is moi
a swordsman in the country that
possesses stronger wrist or keenel
eye than the Marquis D'Aldano," re
turned the chief.
The marquis smiled again "A truce
to compliments, M. Claude" he ex
claimed springing to his feet and denud-
ing himself of his waistcoat. thine
presses and an occasional tWinge un
der the armpit, that resembles the
stab of red-hot needle, warns me the
poison is beginning to work. And ]
would fain be at my best during
this last tilt with Fortune
BE it so, since you insist" respond
ed the chief, as he methodically re
moved his upper garments.
D'A1dano turned to closet in the
rear of the apartment and unlocking
the door. nroduced from therein +rur