HER CRUEL ENEMY.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXIX, Issue 3296, 15 August 1911, Page 7

HER CRUEL ENEMY.

MYSTERY OF A PARIS BEAUTY

Paris has recently been shocked and horrified by four successive attempts to poison the beautiful and charming Mme Albert Carre, wife of the director of the Grand Opera. Mme. Carre is herself. one ot the most popular singers of light opera m Paris, holding a position somewhat similar to that of Miss Mary Garden in the United States. Some months ago, during a rehearsal of “The Marriage of Telemachus,somebody sent a bottle of champagne of fine brand. ' Presumably it came form an unknown admirer. Delighted with the idea of refreshing herself after her hard work, Mms. Carre raised a glass to her lips, and drank with a good wish to the unknown sender. Within a few minutes she became deadly sick. The wine had been poisoned. Had she taken more it would have killed her. A week later a package of exquisite fresh butter arrived from the country. No one thought of connecting evil with such an innocent looking rustic product. Madame ate the butter, and again she became sick. Clearly a malignant and remorseless enemy was pursuing her. It was impossible to discover the natre of the poison used. This was not surprising, since there are many poisons which are difficult to detect, especially when they are mixed with some food substance.

Mme. Carre, like other popular actresses, had been in the habit of receiving tributes of admiration from all sorts of persons, many of whom she never knew. Now she began to suspect every gift of containing poison. One clay a large box of fine candy arrived. She longed to taste mat candy, but she /was suspicious. To test its character she fed a couple of pieces to her toy bulldog, who was very fond of candy, in ten minutes the poor little fellow rolled over dead. The candy had not only been poisoned, but much more heavily than 'any of the other poisoned articles sent to her. Life became a terror to Mme. Carre. She lived in momentary dread of poison. Her beautiful figure wasted away, and she became a nervous wreck. A week later a magnificent bouquet of roses was brought to her. She had been so accustomed to gifts of this nature that without hesitation she raised it to her face to refresh her tired senses with' its sweet odor. In a moment she fell unconscious to the floor.

The miscreant who has thus pursued Mine. Carre has behaved with diabolical cunning. All attempts to trace him or her have been in vain. It is assumed that the murderous attempts arise in some way from stage jealousy.