The Barrow Herald and Furness Advertiser. — 1890-08-30 (Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria, England)

VII.  In the autumn of 1880, I was the guest of the Duke of B—, at his place in the Austrian Tyrol. All day we shot game in the magnificent forests that surrounded the castle, and at night, over our weeds, strange tales of war and the chase beguiled the time.  Then came a short interval of sleep, and with the dawn, the beautiful Austrian hunting melody rang through the glades mingled with the deep baying of ,the eager hounds.  Such 1;P1s our life—a careless, happy one. Now comes the sequel to my tale. Straying from the hunting party, I found myself benighted, and the angry wind told me too plainly that a storm was at hand.  My flask was empty, I had walked for many leagues, and, strong as I was, I felt my limbs failing me. . . .  Soon the barking of dogs caught my ear, and in a clearing, where ,a foaming torrent tore down the mountain, I s.a* a chateau with lights in the window, and ran towards it.  My name, my drenched condition, procured me instant admittance, and I entered a mansion furnished with almost Oriental luxury and wonderful taste.  Following along a carpeted gallery, the servant turned.uside through a curtained door and I heard a voice singing, a voice that seemed to make my heart stand still.  In another moment Gisela was before me, and I felt turned into stone.  With a glad cry she ran forward, with both hands outstretched.  I could not move. My eyes were riveted on her's, she must have read my thoughts in that terrible glance. Love, terror, pity, despair. 'Oh, my darling, why are we so fearfully punished' She stopped. What have I done ?• she said, and the colour left her face. Speak, for God's sake, or you will kill me. I who have loved you beyond human comprehension!' • You—loved—me--Gisela Karolo? ' I gasped, in ,agpny. .  Oh;Yes ; better than my own life,' she said very quietly, and her mouth moved as if in prayer. And was it for that you took my friend's life, was it for me you perilled your soul with murder ? '  Heaven help me, are you mad? What are you saying?' and the great eyes expanded with horror.  You killed Frank Vivian by the sea; your dress was torn in the struggle. I saw you an hour before, and then I found him dead with this clenched in his hand.'  I.took out the strip of lace and handed it to her.  With a faint mUan she sank senseless to the ground, and I carried her into the room she had just left. When she revived she was a different woman, and, motioning me to sit, she confronted me as pale as death, _ . .  )(A were right to speak to me as you did, but you have wronged me. There is no blood on my soul; my eyes are now opened, and I will tell you what I can. I knew not that Frank Vivian was dead until this moment; you say you saw me with him ; you are mistaken, it was my brother Carl liarolp—my brother now no longer. _ . . . _ .  For years I have. sang for him, that he might have money; now that is over, and from this moment I see him no more !  In the night we left Eastbourne, he made me write a note to your friend; he promised me that there should be no quarrel, it was a debt, nothing more: in two hours he would join me at the station with the luggage. ' For two hours I sat with my maid, closely v,iled, as has always been my custom. I grew .inxions and wrote to you, a porter carried it to Y' ur hotel ; more time elapsed, it grew dark, the London train was waiting to start ; then my brother came up very white, he had shaved off Ids moustache, .and I knew something was wrong.. . .  • I knew he had ehear,d at ears in St. Petersburg, and thought that something of the same nature had happened. so we never spoke, and left for France the next day.  I remember missing' the lace from my dresi and scoldin4 my maid; now I know that, veiled and disguised—for his figure is no larger than mine— met Frank Vivian and foully slew him.' A fearful crash of thunder shook the ancient and as the vivid lightning flashed about the terrace. I rose to my feet. and, at the same momvutt Cwoot Kol,oln 814 r into Ott