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THE SUNDAY HERALD. SUNDAY, MARCH 23. 1SQO.
THIS INN 1811 MFB.
W kMw ttwre Is a life within the llfo
Of Mti who, torttlng, treads tho conquered
Hr r rr ctnfe behind the strife
That Mk l wwn to wage from Jay to dny.
We AmI ourtlvM oontendlng with n world
In which awbUkw rulei and prldo holds sway;
We drink and rcolT, ltk othora, nro poiscssed
With xml to prmp tho baubles as wo may.
So we are Judged to bo alike as bsse
As h who tell i for pottugo all he hath
Who iMs not only love and Joy and truth,
Hut yields for this his soul's Immortal worth.
He thou nrrae beforo this heartless Judgo,
Urnve heart that hath with uniecn valor
Strive not to hold against tho world a grudge,
And sell the sunshlno of thy llfo for naught.
Tho world can never know theo as thou art.
Much lets with truth can Jmlgo thee as It
Hut If thou hnst with courngo dono thy part,
For thco there's nothing further to bo sought.
'TIs well for us to toll and strive to win
Alt that our health and otir comfort require:
nutlet the angel still within us reign,
That he mny aid tho world to something
Then let tho Inner llfo bo full and free
Lctmlnd rule with tho scepter of Its might;
Let heart and soul with aspiration turn
Toward all that's great In nature, grand in
Then be the world In Judgment trus or falso,
The heart scouro In consciousness of worth
Can And within its battlements of truth
The greatest pleasure possible- to jarth.
Robert Livingstone, in Phrenological Journal.
A STRANGE PERFUME.
Translated from tho French.
"Well, Monsieur, ho has arrived in Urussels."
"To whom do you rofer J"
"To the modern Don Juan, of course."
"You still 6peak in riddles, or else tho wine
has befuddled my brain."
"Then let me chaso tho cobwobs away. The
hero of the last great Parisian scandal is among
"He I" exclaimed tho man wko had listened
with great curiosity. "Now you have made it
clear. It is a confession of ignorance, OTcn
here in Brussels, not to have heard of the Due
"Certainly, Monsieur, I pardon you, and, bo
side, I'll keep the secret from the club. Yes,
the hero of the hour is here."
"Well, what of it?"
"We must wait and see. There are pretty
women in Brussels."
"Scores of them."
"The prettiest is Mme. Volin."
"Thanks !" The compliment shall reach my
wife's ears. She will appreciate It, Monsieur."
The two men, who were seated at a table in
an elegant eaf 6 on the Rue du Midi, Brussels,
touched glasses and drank of their contents.
They were as unlike as two men could be. One
was not yet thirty, tall, handsome, with a mili
tary carriage, and a beau among women, mar
ried and siDgle; his companion had passed his
fiftieth milestone. He was humpbacked and
homely, and had a squeaky voice which was
unpleasant to hear.
Despite his looks, Monsieur Volin had the
most beautiful wife In Brussels, a vivacious
woman, twenty-five years his junior, with a
complexion that rivaled that of a Belgium rose,
and eyes lustrous enough to set a cynic wild.
Thousands had speculated on this manifestly
strange union, but the fact remained that the
two were man and wife, and that Mme. Volin
soemed devoted to her lord.
There were whispers in cortain quarters that
Mme. Volin sometimes smiled on men of hand
somer faces and youngor blood than her hus
band, butno one thought that they over reached
his ears. He appeared blindly in love with his
wife, and when well charged with wine would
make remarks that confirmed the Infatuation.
It was true, as the younger party at tho wlno
table informed his companion, that tho Parisian
Lothario had reached Brussels on tho heels of
his last intrigue at the French capital. Tho
Due, who was young and extremely handsome,
as great a duelist as a lady-killer, had supple
mented his last liaison with a duel in tho Bois
do Bouloane, and, with tho blood of a young
member of the Chamber on his steel, had fled
from Paris to remain in so-called retirement
until the affair should blow over.
When Monsieur Voliu went homo that night
from the cafe with tho wine and Due do Moray
in his head, he sought his wife's chamber, but
found It empty. Mme. Volin sometimes went
to the theatre without her husband, who con
trasted too strougly with her In the box, and
tho flushed husband, confident that the wife
had Indulged her penchant for a good pluy, re
solved to go to bed, and let her como in when
ever she desired.
In passing to his own chamber, which was
separated from madamo's by a euito of rooms,
his wandering eye caught sight of a bit of paper
on tho floor, Ho picked it up and continued
his Journey. Under his own lamp ho unfolded
the note, which was highly perfumed, and read
"You know, my dearest Volauto, that I can
not exist without you. Your last kiss still
burns on my brow and turns my blood to fire.
To'iiight, in tho Regent's Park, I awuit tho
loadstone of my happiness. Do not fail to
meet your devoted Claddk."
Mons. Volin broko out in a half-drunken
laugh when ho reached tho end of tho worn
Volaute was madamo's maid, a young crea
ture, quite pretty enough to turn the heads of
all tho amorous Claudes in the kingdom. She
had probably more young men on her striug
than any other lady's maid in the capital.
"I'll have a laugh at tho girl's expense to
morrow !" exclalmod M. Volin. "No doubt
she is now pouring sweet nonsenso into tho ears
of her last catch under tho trees of Regent's
Park. Success to her! She has a kuack of ex
changing kisses, and so forth, for diamond
rings and other female vanities, and I shall bo
the last to meddle with her folly."
Mme. Volln's husbaud, wko had transferred
the perfumed note to his pocket, concluded to
take a turn about tho house boforo retiring.
Several daring burglaries of family jowols had
taken place of lato, and his wife's diamonds
were tho envy of all Brussels.
"Hello! Volante's door ajarl" exclaimed
he, stopping in front of tho maid's chambor.
Can It bo that alio has stolen back from her
tryst and rotlred without locking herself in ?"
He stolo toward the chamber on tiptoe. Tho
door was ajar several Inches, and a light burn
ing In tho room beyond showed him tho bed
and othor articles of furniture.
Tho next moment M. Volin stood in tuocontro
of Volanto's room, as completely sobered as if
ho had not tasted wlno for a month.
Across tho couch, with hor feet almost touch
ing tho floor, and with her clothing somowhat
disarranged, lay tho beautiful Volanto. Sho
was dead !
Monsieur Volin did not fully investigate until
several seconds had passed. Tho sight of tho
corpso sccmod to havo rooted him to tho spot.
At longth, however, ho scorned to have fouud
courngo enough to take him forward, and then
for sotno tlrao ho looked down into tho face of
"Sho has bcon strangled to death !" gasped
Uio man, for overjthing confirmed tho state
ment, and then, without waiting to push tho
Investigation any further, ho rushod Into tho
houso and spread tho alarm.
Mine. Volin camo back from a private party
with sotno members of her set, she said, and
found tho houso hold by tho authorities. Sho
was hysterical at first and thon calm. What i
Volantc,horprottyaud devoted maid, murdered
In cold blood I It was dreadful l
Tho body of tho unfortunate girl wag taken
away long beforo mornlne, and then for tho
first tlmo M. Volin found himself alono with his
"I did not giro thorn this," said Monsieur,
taking from his pockot tho noto which ho had
found In tho houso aftor his return from the
Ills wife started and turned pale at sight of it.
"I think tho writer of tho noto ought to bo
discovered by tho peculiar perfume," continued
Monsieur. "You have used all tho famous per
fumes to bo had in Brussels, my dear, but liore
Is somothlng that outscouts thorn all."
"What are you going to do with the note?"
queried tho woman.
"I shan't givo It to any of tho pig-headed po
llco that Is cortain," was the roply. "I know
a fellow who is shrewdness Itself, and ho wants
a chanco to distinguish himself."
"Who Is ho?"
"Nover mind, my dear," said Monsieur, tak
ing back tho fatal note. "I don't say that
Claude' had anything to do with the poor girl's
doath, but Jealousy is at tho bottom of tho
wholo affair, for not a thing In tho house has
beon touched. Wo will find 'Claude' first, and
then get at tho truth by subtle reasoning. But,
by tho way, I had news for you when I camo
home, and I guess It cau bo told now."
"You have kept It a long time," laughed
Mme. Volin. "Lot mo havo It now, please."
"Well, tho hero of tho groat De Moray duel
has reached Brussels."
M. Voliu'6 wlfo looked at him an Instant with
an expression of surprise, and then smiled.
"You're a week behind the times," 6ald sho.
"The Due camo seven days ago, so thoy say."
"Tho dovil he did I" exclaimed Monsieur. "I
haven't noticed him on tho boulevards."
"Perhaps not. After his last escapade, which
was tho 6cduct!on of tho Countess, and tho sub
sequent duel in tho wood, ho would naturally
seek retirement. The Due may not be as black
as ho is painted."
"Not In tho eyes of you women, at least!"
said Monslour, with 6ome spirit, "no'll enter
upon his Infamous pastime with now zest be
fore ho Is two weeks in Brussels. You want to
6tcer clear of this Qestroyor of women."
"Just as if I had no head of my own !"
laughed Mme. Volin, and tho next moment,
with a haughty and somowhat insulted mien,
sho bade her husband good-night, and retired
to the seclusion of hor chamber.
"A week In Brussels, and I knew it not,"
said M. Volin to himself when ho found himself
once moro in his own apartments. "My wife
has kept tho coming of this rascal a secret tho
only one she has had since our marriage. By
tho eternal! I don't see why God made some
women so beautiful nnd some men such devils !
If I thought for a moment that pish I I don't
think auythlng of tho kind I My wlfo Is as puro
as sho is beautiful l I could kill the person who
thinks otherwise. But who killed Volante, and
why ? Ah ! wo must begin to look for 'Claude'
As a matter of course, the brutal murder of
poor Volanto becamo tho talk of Brussels,
Nearly every theory pointed to jealousy, nnd tho
police were at their wits' ends. They know
nothing about tho porfumed misslvo which M.
Volin found in his houso n short timo beforo
discovering tho murdered maid, for ho had
placed It in tho hands of a shrowd young detec
tlvo, who had moro cunning than all tho Bel
gium forrcts put together.
By this tlmo it was an opon secret that tho
Due do Morny, tho Parlslau rou6, was in Brus
sels. IIo ami tho murder of Volanto monopo
lized tho conversation, nnd, whilo tho police
wcro attending to their duties In tho ono case,
husbands were closely watching tho hero of
Ono ovening M. Volin was summoned to tho
apartments of his private detectlvo. The youug
man, who had not beon seen by his employer
for nearly a week, was fouud with a peoullar
but satisfied smile on his face.
"I havo been to Paris, Monsieur," said tho
"To Paris?" echoed M. Volin. "What in tho
name of His Satanic MaJosty took you to
"A bit of business," was tho cool reply,
"Have you forgotten tho straugo porfumo with
which tho note addressed to Volante was
"Indeed, I havo not. Once inhaled It cannot
Tho detectivo drew from his pocket tho Identi
cal noto and throw It upon tho table.
M. Volin picked It up and Inhaled Its pecu
"Now, pay this the sanio compliment," con
tinued the detectivo, throwing a handkerchief
after tho missive.
"By hoavens l tho perfumes aro tho samo I"
burst from Monsieur's lips.
"Do you think so ?"
"I would risk ray llfo on It."
The young secret officer looked aaross the
table but said nothing.
"Am I not right?" asked M. Volin, who could
not curb his impatience.
. -u aro, Monsieur. Tho baud that penned
tho i-wto to Volante scented tho handkerchief.
Tho letter you found in your house, the korchlef
I picked up in Paris."
"Goon," said M. Volin. "You know moro
"I would not havo thrown note and handker
chief to you if I did not. Tho bit of linen so
delicately perfumed was picked up in the bou
doir of a high-born Parisian damo after the gal
lant Do Morny had departed."
"My Godl" cried M. Volin, losing color.
"Aro you going to fosteu tho murder of poor
Volanto upon this deceiving villain ?"
"Not yet, Monsieur. Tho gay Due kills only
with tho rapier, and then in tho presence of a
few spectators only."
"But ho wrote tho noto to Volauto."
"Undoubtedly ho penned It."
Tho young detectivo stopped there a little too
suddenly for M. Volin.
"I am In a maze," said ho. "I thought tho
Due made lovo to high-born ladles only."
"All Is fish that comes to his net," smiled tho
"Then ho would mako love to maids ?"
"Yes, if tho game wcro worth tho candle?"
Strange to relate, from this point thodctcctivo
becamo uncommunicative, much to M. Volln's
chagrin, and tho hunchbacked citizen of Brus
sels wont home. Madame knew how to extract
state secrets from her dovoted spouse, and no
sooner had he entered than sho begau.
"This woman-killer of Paris, tho adorable
Due, does moro than kill men In duels I" cried
M. Volin, exasperated by a compliment which
his wife had dropped in tho rout's favor.
"What is his other occupation ?" queried tho
"By heavens, ho entices ladies' maids Into tho
Madamo Volin flushed. "Nonsenso!" cried
"By heavens, it is true I" was the swift retort.
"He scents his notes as ho does his handker
chiefs. 'Walt and see. You womon won't bo
defending the French serpent at tho end of tho
week. My detective has found tho trail of
Madamo Volin gave her husband a singular
look. Ho thought he saw a pallor of fear chaso
the color from her cheeks, and tho hand that
toyed with her armlet trembled slightly.
"There will bo a revelation when my man un
covers 'Claudo !" continued Monsieur. "Agen
uino sensation. Volante wasn't out of the
house that night. This much we know. She
was killed where I found her."
"But the note?"
"We'll know more about that by aud by."
Tho beautiful Mme. Voliu went to her cham
ber that night with a step whose very steadiness
caught her husband's eye.
"My God!" thought he. "The destroyer of
Paris has done his work In my preserves. Shall
I strangle tho witch now as ho strangled Vo
lanto, or "
IIo stopped suddenly, for his wife had
emerged from the boudoir and was coming
toward him. There was not tho sign of color in
her face. Her hands were clenched, tho fair
nails buried in tho white palms, and her eyes
had a look that actually made his blood run
"The serpent has bitten you T" cried M. Volin,
advancing a step toward her. "Not satisfied
with running the head of my house, he destroys
and then kills Volante "
"Liar ! stand off !" was the sharp interrup
tion, and Mme. Voliu waved him back as sho
drew her magnificent figure to its true height.
"He never touched the girl. I did thatmyself."
M. Volin recoiled with a horrified cry.
"Tho girl fell in lovo with tho Due against
my wishes. I knew him long beforo he came
to Brussels. IIo was my friend beforo I let your
golden net enmesh me. The letter addressed
to 'Volante' was Intended for me. It was so
written to deceive you. The girl herself, as I
have said, fell in love with the Due; her pretty
face was doing its work, and, when she refused
to desist at my entreaty, I left her In tho state
you found her, with tho prints of rny fingers on
No wonder tho awful confession of the jealous
womau left M. Volin standing like a statue In
tho corridor. Sho passed him with a look he
nover forgot, and when tho door had closed be
hlud her he reeled away with a dizzy brain.
Tho following day wound up the story of
guilty love and cold-blooded murder. Tho
pollco fouud that the Due do Morny had de
camped, and in tho placid water of tho bass'In
du barques a boatmau found the corpso of the
most beautiful woman In Brussels the wifo of
tho hunchbacked millionaire.
As if this fatal liaison had not had victims
enough, a llttlo man took sword lessons of tho
best master-at-arms in Belgium, and six months
later ho met and killed, in tho shadow of tho
Rock at Gibraltar, tho handsome and Infamous
Due do Morny, who, truo to tho instinct of his
baser passion, had just led astray the wlfo of an
Of coursothe victor in tho duel was M. Volin,
of Brussels, aud when ho returned he told his
detectivo that ho had found aud flulshod his
"Claudo" of tho fatal perfumed noto, which in
reality had cost threo persons their lives.
Tho "Wild Younjf Bloodn of Moscow.
From tho Argonaut.
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beautiful pictures. Prico. S3. Given with tho
Sunday Herald and Weekly Natlonul Intelli
gencer, otio year, for only $3-a beautiful gift
for a holiday olfcriug.
OFFER NO. IS.
ONE:SUPERB PHOTOGRAVURE, 21x30, on
Jupaneso paper. Yourcholco of nlovcn dltrcrcnt
subjects, Inoludlng a copy of Millet's famous
"Angolus," and tho Sunduy Herald and Weekly
National Intelligencer, delivered at your ad
dress, for 8J. These pictures aro of tho llnest
description, and cannot bo purcliusod lor less
than 8). for which sum you get tho picture and
our paper Inoludcd. ' '
OFFER NO. li).
FOUR BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAVURES,
lJxlO, on Japan puper, entitled "Homoward
Bound," from tho origluul pulntlng by P. H.
painting by T. Sidney Coopor: "ThoOpeu Book,"
i"i ciho, orlK'n'11 I'aintuig by H. Bacon, and
"Tho Shrlno of Venus." from tlio original paint
ing by L'Al'mi Tademu, R. R. Given with the
Sunday Herald and Weokly Nutlonal Intel II
for $3r' n year' UolivuroU ttt '0llr addri'sa,
OFFER NO. 20.
EMERSON'S ESSAYS, two volumes, ovor 500
pages, clear print, lino paper, tusteful binding In
oloth, in u neat box. Both volumes given with
tho Sunduy Herald and Weekly Nutlonul Intel,
llgencer, ono year, for $2.75.
OFFER NO. 21.
SPECIAL FORTIUS OHIIjDRKX.
THESM3EP1NG BEAUTY and CINDERELLA
the fumous old-tlmo Julry tales, Illustrated by G.
W. Bronnoraun, of tho Salmagundi Club, with
sx full-pago water colors, reproduced in fuc
fill. ?b.yi tb, 1 ?to-Aquarelle Process, and twenty-two
black and whitoskotohes in wash, printed
Irom photogruphlo cllohfs produced by ilesirs.
Augerer & GUsoul, of Vionua. Quarto, boards
with beuutitul covers In nurplo fu facslralln ol
tho original Aquarello. This, tho Hrst worthy
edition of tho sweetest of ull fairy tales, is tho
most olabpratp color-book for children over pub
llshed. Tho designs uro most urtlstio. Lithog
raphy has hitherto been tho usual method used
m reproducing colored pictures for children, but
tho publishers feel conlldont thut this now de
parture will meet not only with tho favor of
children, but of older pooplo as woll. Tho prico
of-thoso books Is $1.50 each. Wo will givo olthor
one, with tho Sunday Heruld and National In
telllgoncer, ono year, for $2.75, or both for $3.50.
OFFER NO. 22.
OFF THE WEATHER ROW ON LIFE'S VOY
AGE, by Elizabeth N. Llttlo, ono of tho mosi
unique holiday books ever published, 4 to 15 by 8
inohc8, printed in bluo monochrome Toxt by
Harriot BeecherStowo, Henry Wadsworth, Long
fellow, and others. Superblyillustrated. Prico
82.50. Given with tho Sunday nerald and Na
tlonal Intelligencer, ono year, for 32.50,