A French tragedy.
--The other day an extraordinary affair occurred at Montmartre.
A married woman, named
Lucius, met a workman named Bartholomy, with whom she and her husband had been intimate several years before, and he accompanied her home.
After chatting a little time the man asked permission to send her servant to buy him some tobacco, and she consented; and shortly after she went to her chamber to fetch something, leaving him in the sitting-room.
On coming out of her chamber she saw him standing at the door with a poignard in his hand, and without saying a word, he plunged it into her breast.
He was about to repeat the stab, but she resisted him and a violent struggle ensued.
At length she wrested the poignard from him, and reaching the sitting room broke a pane of glass and cried for help.
The man, in order to get the poignard from her, stabbed her several times with a small dagger.
Hearing some persons enter by the door, he ran up stairs to a garret, intending, probably to escape by the window, but it was defended by iron bars.
The people who had come in followed him close, and just as they entered he fell dead — having stabbed himself five times with his dagger, once in the heart.
On searching the man's lodgings, another dagger, stained with blood, which had evidently been on it some time, was found.
As there is no reason to believe that he was insane, it is not possible to account for his acts.