Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1911-12-12


but should she refuse. we would await
her death, though without desiring it,
The calm manner in which Albert
said this enraged the count.
Can this be my SOM" he cried.
Never! What blood have you then
in your veins, sir? Your worthy
mother might tell us, provided she
herself knows"
Sir" cried Albert, menacingly,
think we'll before you speak! She
is my mother, and that is sufficient.
am her son. not her judge. No one
shall insult her in my presence;
will not permit it, sir; and will suf-
fer it least of all from you"
The count made great efforts to
keep his anger within bounds; but
Albert's behavior thoroughly enraged
him. What, his son rebelled, he dared
to brave him to his face, he threatened
him! The old fellow jumped from his
chair, and moved toward the young
man as if he would strike him.
Leave the room!" he cried, in a
voice choking with rage, leave the
room instantly! Retire to your apart
ments,- and take care not to leave
without my orders. Tomorrow l
will let you know my decision.'
Albert walked slowly to the door.
He had already opened it, when M. de
Commarin experienced one Of those
revulsions of feeling, so frequent in
violent natures.
albert" said he. come here and
listen to me, do not go, until have
told you what l think. You are
worthy of being heir of great house,
sir, 1 may be angry with you; but
can never lose my esteem for you. You
are noble man, Albert. Give me
your hand
1t was happy moment for these
two men, and such a one as they had
scarcely ever experienced in their
lives strained as they had been by cold
etiquette. At last, M. de Commarin
resumed his seat.
81 must ask you to leave me, Al
bert he said, kindly. II must be
alone to reflect, to try and accustom
myself to this terrible blow"
Late in the morning. Albert was
suddenly awakened. by the noise OF
the door being hastily opened. SER
want entered.
Sir said he, "viscount, be quick.
fly and hide, save yourself, they are
here, it is the"
A commissary Of police, wearing
his sash, appeared at the door. He was
followed by number Of men, among
whom M. Tabaret could be seen keep
ing as much out of sight as possible.
The commissary approached Albert.
You are" he asked, Guy Louis
Marie Albert de Rhe teau de Com
marin?''
Yes, SIR"
The commissary placed his hand up
on him while pronouncing the usual
| formula:
m. de Commarin, in the name o.
the law arrest YOU"
me, sir, me?''
Albert seemed hardly to comprehend
| what was taking place.
Here is the warrant" added the
commissary, unfolding the paper.
Mechanically Albert glanced over 1t
'tClaudine assassinated!" he cried
Then very low, but distinct enough
to be heard by the commissary, by ONE
Of his officers, and by old Tabaret,} he
added: Il am lost!''
While the commissary was making
the inquiries, which follow all arrests
the police officers spread through the
apartments, and proceeded to 8
searching examination of them. II
was with especial delight that M. Tab
aret put his hands on certain articles:
1. In the anteroom, hung with all sorts
of weapons. broken foil was found
behind sofa. 2. In the dressing-roon
a pair of black cloth trousers was dis
covered still damp, and bearing stains
of mud or rather of mold. All one
like that which grows on walls. On
the front are numerous rents. g. In
the pocket of the above mentioned
trousers was found pair of lavender
kid gloves. The palm Of the right
hand glove bears a large greenish
stain, produced by grass or moss. The
tips of the fingers have been worn as
If by rubbing. Upon the backs Of both
gloves are some scratches apparently
made by finger nails. 4. There were
also found In the dressing-room two
pairs Of boots. one OF which, though
clean and polished. was still very
damp; and an umbrella recently wet
ted. the end IL which was still cover
ed with light oolored mud s. In a
large room. called the library, were
found a box OF cigars of the trabucos
brand, and on the mantel-shelf num-
her Of cigar-holders in amber and
meerschaum.
Albert was beginning to recover a
little from the stupor into which he
had been plunged by the entrance of
the commissary Of police.
Sir" he asked, Twill you permit