Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-15

lmpiored. Indeed, did it to please Won
TO win, II l could, little more Of YOU,
love- knew that this man. Sir Julien
| s.ooo IN your path, and that you found il
olncult to remove him. An impulse came
| TO me- We had talked together gaylv as
| d man or gallantry may talk to a woman
| i iihe myself 1t might easily pass for f1irt-
ing ing, tn those things that he has said AL;
a anougn you. dear one" she added looking
across the table, know how it is with me
When such words are spoken Well.
bought cartridges for my little pistol that
you gave me, L thrust it into the bosom
" my gown wore my prettiest clothes
ana yesterday l went to his rooms
Herr Freudenberg's cold ewes were sud
deniy nxed upon her face. His fingers
cloth.
Proceed"
Il meant to shoot him." she. confessed
i thought that If 1 could not escane
aIterWard 1t was SO easy for people to
pefeVe that he was my lover. that il was
crime of jealousy. a moments passion.
SAD 10 myself too. that you would help
SO mat after all my punishment would be
very small affair. In no other wav II
seemed to me could he have been disposed
or so easily
Sweet little fool. Herr Freudenberp
murmured. Did it never enter into your
little brain that You are known as nv,
companion?'
She shook her head.
Ihat would have counted for nothing.
People would not have believed that had
any other motive. | should have declared
that 1t was love affair."
What happened?"
He was too quick for me-" made
moiselle admitted. He saw me feel the
81, Spot wnere the pistol lay concealed. He
ne snatched it away"
And afterward?" Herr Freudenbers
inquired, with the ghost of a smile upon
his lips. 0poi'
She raised her eyes.
ora lie ,i let me CO." she replied. He threw
open the door and he laughed at me. For
give me. please. if I am sad. If, indeed. I
weep He was gallant gentleman"
herr freudenberg sighed. Slowly he
raised his glass to his lips and drank.
.,In ~ Is an amiable epitaph.'' he declared.
Many man has gone up to heaven with
worse. Cheer up. my little Marguerite.
year or two more or less in a mans
IRE is no great matter. and. after all, 1t
was not one warning which this rash man
count of the affair."
Mademoiselle slowly withdrew the palm
OF ner hand from the paper The par
graph was headed:
SHOCKING EXPLOSION IN THE RUE
DE MONTPELIER.
She looked up.
me-"
1T is simple he replied. This after
noon an unfortunate explosion occurred
In the house in the Rue de Montpelier
where Sir Julien had his apartments. The
whole of the front of the premises was
blown away. 1t is regrettable," he added
with little shrug of the shoulders. that
in all seven people persisted including the
concierge Mr.. Hendricks. an English
journalist, was taken away alive, but ter
ribly injured. to the hospital. His COM
panion. who seems to have been within a
few feet of him when the explosion oc-
CURED. was unfortunately blown to pieces
The details as to his fate might perhaps
interfere with your appetite, but let me
at least assure you, my dear Marguerite"
Herr Freudenberg continued, that such
a death is entirely painless. l regret the
necessity for such means, but the man
had his chance. l regret also, the fate
OF the other poor people who lost their
lives. Unfortunately 1t was necessary to