The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1911-02-03

tILeilA NCtli,
| "These letters" added he, Il have
seen; and l have even taken one, in
order to verify the writing. Here il
| is"
Yes" murmured the magistrate
yes, NJ. Tabaret. you have discovered
| the criminal. The evidence is pal
| pable, even to the blind. Heaven has
| willed this. Crime engenders crime
The great sin of the father has made
| the son an assassin
| y have not given you the names
SIR resumed old Tabaret. 81 wished
| first to hear your opinion"
"Oh, you can name them," inter
| rupted NJ. Daburon. with a certain
degree of animation, mo matter how
high he may have to strike; French
magistrate has never hesitated"
Il know it, sir; but we are going
very high this time. The fa.her who
has sacrificed his legitimate son for
the sake Of his Legitimate one is
Count Rheteau de Commarin, and the
Viscount Albert de Commarin."
M. Tabaret. like an accomplished
artist, had uttered these words slowly,
and with deliberate emphasis, con-
tidently expecting to produce a great
impression. His expectation was more
than realized. M. Daburon was struck
with stupor. He remained motionless,
his eyes dilated with establishment.
Mechanically he repeated, like word
without meaning which he was trying
to impress upon his memory:
Albert de Commarin, Albert de
Commarin."
Yes insisted old Tabaret, the
noble viscount. 1t is incredible,
know But he perceived the altera-
ton in the magistrates face, and, a
little frightened, he approached the
bed. Are you unwell, sir?" he asked.
No. answered NJ. Daburon, with
out exactly knowing what he said.
II am very we'll; but the surprise, the
EMOTION
81 understand that" said the old
fellow.
Yes, it is not surprising, is it? I
should like to be alone a few minutes.
DO not leave the house, though; we
must converse at some length on this
business. Kindly pass into my study,
there ought still to be a fire burning
there. l will join you directly"
Then Nj. Daburon slowly got out of
bed, put on dressing gown, and seat
cd himself, or rather fell, into an
armchair. The name of Commarin,
so UNEXPECTEDLY pronounced, awaken
ed in him the most sorrowful recol,ec-
tons, and tore wound but badly
healed. This name recalled to him
an event which had rudely extinguish-
ed his youth and spoiled his life.
Pierre-Marie Daburon belonged to
one of the oldest antilles of Potion.
Three or four of his ancestors had
filed successfully the most important
positions in the province. When he
received his nomination in Paris. his
relationship caused him to be received
at once by five or six aristocratic fam
liles. and It was, mo-. long before he
EXTENDED his circle OF acquaintance,
All on sudden, in ths early part
of the winter of 1860 and 1861, M.
Daburon disappeared His friends
sought for him but he was nowhere
to be met with. Inquiry resulted in
the discovery that he passed nearly
all his evenings at the house of the
Marchioness d'Arlange. The surprise
was as great as it was natural. This
dear marchioness was, or rather is
for she is still in the land of the liv-
lng-a parsonage whom one would
consider rather out of date.
Such as she is, she is Stunned like
the plague. Everybody breads her
loud voice. her terrible indiscretion,
and the frankness of speech which she
aftects, in order to have the right of
saying the most unpleasant things
which pass through her head. OF all
her family, there only remains her
granddaughter, whose father died
very young. Of a fortune originally
large, and partly restored by the in
demnity allowed by the government,
but since administered in the most
careless manner. she has only been
able to preserve an income of twenty
thousand francs. which diminishes
day by day.
A friend of M. Daburon's presented
him one evening to the Marchioness
d'Arlange, having dragged him to her
house in miEthful mood, saying,
Come with me, and will show you
a phenomenon, ghost Of the past in
nesh and BONE" The marchioness
rather puzzled the magistrate the first
time he was admitted to her presence.
On his second visit. she amused him
very much; for VIII. oh reason, he came
again. But after a while she no long
er amused him, though he still con-
tinued faithful and constant visitor
to the rose-colored boudoir wherein
she passed the greater part of her life.
Madame d'Arlange conceived violent
friendship for him, and became elo-
quent in his praises. "a most charm