The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-04-24

she not only spoke of 1t. but she gave
it TO M me !. TO read. replied :.
II gathered that from your words, -
said l next; 'and Of course you wrote II
for very good reasons?"
"You shall hear them" said he, sip
let was worn at the MiCareme bali in
MarscilIes, by a girl named Berthe Du-
val, She was carried from the bali
stabbed horribly; at one o'clock in the
one week she was to have been my
wife
And the assassin" I asked
he continued, Il myself offered every
shilling that had TO find him. but. de-
spite the activity OF MS ali. he was never
so much as named Let us so back an
other year-it is painful enough for mo
because such retrogresslon recalls to
me the one passion OF my life-a passion
beside which the AFFAIR at Marselles is
not 10 be spoken Of. God knows that the
memory of the woman l refer To is at this
moment eating out my heart. She was an
italian girl 10 years old when she died.
and think-why should l not?-that
tiful creature. Well she wore the brace
let now about twenty-siX months ago,
at the Mardi Gras ball In Savona. and
she fell dead before my very eyes ten
minutes after she had entered the ball
room. She had drunk 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"
Myself
Then you knew who killed the other
victim at Marseilles ?"
Il knew as you say: but to know and
10 arrest are different things"
Rave you any idea as 10 the mans
whereabouts now?"
days ago-he was In Paris today
should Judge 1t more than likely that he
Will be at the Opera ball tonight
Before he could say more | rose from
OF the place TO me. Then | wrote an
urgent message upon leaf OF my note
book and dispatched il by a cab to 80
Mas nus Boisslere The message implored
| life. to leave the bracelet at home for
this night at any rate,
Now. said /. 1--WE can talk still at
| our leisure. You have taken me back Ia
Marseilles fourteen months ago; let us
have the chapter in your life which pre-
cedes that one"
He finished off his abs!nthe, and called
| for another glass before he would answer
me AT last he said
You ask me to speak OF things which
would we'll forget have sufficient
safety In your hands. The story is no,
| a long one. Three years ago | was a
struggling painter in Savona. giving half
my life 10 a study Of the pictures In the
Antonio Semfnl there-and the other hall
10 the worship of Pauline di Chigi, the
daughter OF silversmith who lives over
against the Hotel Royal Needless to tell
you OF my poverty or of my belief in my
self. ! lived then In the day-dreams
which come at the seed time OF art
they were broken only by the wayward-
ness of the girl by her womanly tickle
ness. by the riches OF the men who
sought her II would weary you TO hear
OF my long nights OF agony following the
momentary success OF this man or that
one who wooed her. of my curses upon
my own poverty OF my bitterness. and
Is something OF this sort in the life OF
every poor man. but the romance win
scarce bear the light OF other eyes; II
has place In my story only in so far
| as IL prompted me to steal the topnz
II stealing s the word for the act which
gave me It's possession,