A LOVING WIFE KILLS HER HUSBAND

New Zealand Mail, 15 February 1900, Page 24

A LOVING WIFE KILLS HER HUSBAND

THE EPFEC-rop NEJVJJ- ]

Paris, December 7. t* • ! days ago that M. Daniel DmS tor, engraver and on 9 ?H' famous of modern FrenchlifSl murdered at ms home, No Spontmi. His wife, wH n l oj Villi lulled herself was his muSdetS® . lho that guided hahLi 111 a bitter moodt, f or u ®ls double tragedy was not the scandal o. misunderstanding * **&•*s. Briefly put, the I SVwoil bcc “ use & £s!i; She was ill- nerve-racked an.hr her own death. “I .-.moot die fe Daniel; he would miss me iMpIl had been her.cry for years. Thß‘ goH™ tha ‘ * h "-' »'»««‘«.}i “Any body in the artistic norM Sr 1 ’ 16 “*- ™ ”“*£ Nor was their domestic happW marred when a, row years avh Dupuis developed a curious eofttfT validism. Tendency to tub«!£& certainly had as her father, Dr t nard, regretfully admitted but.mosuf her symptoms were due tn ; Therefore it seemed likely that'-hejf-ness would pass with time. Mean*! the wife’s weakness seemed two even more closely together • . Some'of Mine. Dupuis’s fears tW ist came to share. Tho cental neurasthenia is almost imsist-iblP! every slight crackling noise during ft night one would whisper terriW-K the other, “Did you hear th™if the poor wife’s teeth would her heart eap into her throat, her husband no longer had the strenA ot nerve t-o reassure her. i ~

Grown timid with these Wi: alarms, they finally thoifght it wiserlo protect themselves at night by bolted doors and to have a revolver at tad these precautions seemed- to sooile Mme- Dupuis. % {

“Daniel,” she said to Inn one .it not long ago. “I cannot bear to think of you alone after I am dead. ' In would not care to live without ci All! I will- not die alone.” '

The artist had fallen into the hate of humouring her. “No, Jeanne,’.' h said tenderly, “we will die’ together,” That evening Mme Dupuis called the servants together. “Let Lone of'j:: or: any account disturb us. to-morrm morning. M. Dupuis is exhiiuMedlaid must sleep late. \Vo must not be.iat ened before eleven o’clock.” fifUfJ J

Then the master and mistress,; as-)® their custom, made a tour of the how, monsieur bearing a, lighted-candle; madame clinging, frightened,-' toj his arm. This duty they could not'uh quish to any servant. Every floor .ions! be barred by their own liaiwisj'tfSj window locked.

Tlv n, on closing behind them the doors of their own rooms they fetaed them with a triple bolt which M. Dupuis had had expressly deslmeds! his wife’s request. The revolver loaded, was placed at hand. When -the-fed sculptor murmured “Good-night,” ifeJeaime replied 1 under her • bretia “Adieu!” and kissed her husband,]®, sionately. Then she lay quiot-ia';® darkness until it was near irudrig^-. Her husband slept heavily. “ ‘ For the first- time in months sno «- no fear, no hesitation. made up. With the revolver..tig®-? held in her hand she bent over hiSi straining her eyes iti tho darkßesß-b I get a last look of the face she feed* 1 well. But the shadows would not; Miter. So she bent low and kissedJa® | for the last time. At eleven o’clock tho next j a- servant knocked gently at the a . ■ He hardly noticed that theMyWa ’ response. A half hour later .Jk 1 nard, who was attending ■prrived at. the house, wa3 toW-ty. j servant that madame . and mo® were not yet downstairs, and, disw up, was alarmed to- find the door Mi , Breaking the door, he daughter and her husband a they had been dead many *!°' ' t. the‘ wife’s hand, neld with ajj iron, was the revolver she - wu with such fatal precision.. , , And for this appalling murder, suicide, the w r rec.j ° liaut man’s career —there is ,n & no ampler explanatiijn anally common one of “nerves- . ;