New York Dispatch

A French Marriage Romance—An Unexpected Explanation of a Mysterious Murder Case.—We extract the following from late Paris correspondence: The denouement of a singular little drama of real life has just reached us from Berlin. It seems that six years ago a notary named Karl S— suddenly disappeared. For two months the police were engaged in searching for his supposed assassin, but without effect, and the investigations were about to cease when the Judge of the district received, one evening, a letter to the following effect:

"Herr Judge: I have been assassinated by my debtor, Jean R—, who after robbing me, hid my body at the foot of the north wall of the park of Count Von M—

KARL S—
Notary."

The Judge on receipt of this strange letter caused a search to be made on the spot indicated; the corpse was found, the assassin seized tried and executed, after making a full confession of his crime. For six years all endeavors to explain the mystery of the letter have remained without result. A week ago a gentleman of good standing at Berlin was married to a rich and beautiful young widow, the daughter of the marquis. On the day following his wedding, the bridegroom presented himself at the police office and made a declaration to the following effect:

"Six years ago I was deeply in love with my present wife, who returned my passion. I was poor, and her father, notwithstanding our mutual attachment, refused to consent to our marriage, and gave his daughter's hand to the Marquis de L—. The evening before the celebration of the marriage, I obtained from her a promise to meet me near the park wall, for a last adieu. A little before midnight I scaled the walls and found the young lady waiting for me, accompanied by a trusty attendant. Our tears and protestations were suddenly interrupted by a piercing cry. The young lady and servant fled to the house, I climbed to the top of the wall, and was about to drop down, when, by the light of the moon, I saw a man kneeling on a corpse and rifling the pockets of his victim. My first impulse was to spring upon the assassin, but I reflected that if I secured him I must explain my own presence in the park at that hour, and thus compromise the young lady. I therefore remained motionless, recognized and saw the assassin bury the body at the very foot of the wall on which I was crouching. The next day, although the father was missing, his daughter became the Marquise de L—. Married to a violent and jealous man, her passion made it yet more incumbent on me to remain silent; but in order that the murder might not pass unknown and unavenged, I bethought me of writing the letter which led to the arrest and confession of the murderer. For six years I kept silent, and the death of the Marquis de L— having left Madame a widow, I married her yesterday. As she is now my wife, and I have therefore the right to defend her against all suspicion, I have presented myself to explain the agency by which the letter was sent to the Judge in the name of the murdered man."