Very soon after, Jeanne returned to her husband's stately home, that she might visit daily the tomb of him she had so dearly loved, and who had married her on his death bed.
When Louis had tried to console her and gently hinted that she was too young to go through the rest of her life alone, she had answered, decidedly:—
"Do not ever speak to me of anyone else. I will live and die the widow of Roger, and will certainly never be anyone else's wife."
It was thus that a great artiste was lost to the French stage, but the memory of that début will never be lost to any of those who witnessed it.
[Crimes and Criminals.]
No. I.—Dynamite and Dynamiters.
It is not intended that the series of articles we propose publishing in these pages under the above title should in any way give rise to alarm, or be an incentive to disturbed and restless nights. On the other hand, a better knowledge of how crimes are concocted and ultimately carried into effect may, perhaps, provide a course of much-needed lessons usually omitted in one's early education. It is said that the public seldom trouble to protect themselves, and for a very good reason, they don't know how; and it is only by becoming on a more familiar footing with the manners and customs of those enterprising individuals who seek to shatter anything between our nerves and our residences, either by relieving us of our purse or planting a dangerous species of explosive at our front doors, that we are the better able to take care of ourselves, our relatives, and our belongings—ourselves, perhaps, for choice.