The evening Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1861-1871, 1870-02-12

in his chosen profession. He certainly pos
sessed a great talent and skill and genius
and originally of no mean order, pn' tue
death of his friend seemed to have blasted
his ambition for fame. The only picture ne
painted after the fatal duel was copy OF
a portrait of Nous. De Shatturn; aud his
frequent study of that picture, together with
the fatal suspension of work, caused me
obout the only concern and unhappiness
ever ex experienced IN his company.
Crawton had the body of his friend EN-
batned and sent TO America for burial, after
which we quilted Paris and purused our
travels,
For two years We kept constantly on the
move, visiting al! the noted places of the
Old World, and perhaps no two travellers
ever accomplished SO much in the way OF
sight seeing In the same length of time.
At last We returned 10 Paris. Mons. De
Shatturn had preceded US q, many OF the
places visited by Us We were off his
heels at Rome; We heard OF him at Milau.
at Padua, aud at Venice; and also at Jeru
salem, both as .Ierusale N aud Damascus aud
other places. | made no inquiry concern
ing the man; with me The duel a IL atter
as much to be forgotten its result was to
be deplored. 1t has always been part OF
my philosophy 10 bandlsh from my mind the
recollection of misfortunes for which there
existed no remedy. 1t did not occur to my
| mind that Crawion was engaged in a deter
mined and untiring search for Mons. lie
Shatturn until after our return to Paris lie
had studiously avoided all reference to the
duel, and only mentioned the name OF NOUS
De Shatturn to say that she has been here'
in places the duelist had visited previous 10
our arrival.
srr;,sl at Paris, we attended the opera. |
had gone much against my desire, as the
Bohemian Grip suggested rather unpleas
ant recollections. Two years before we were
listening to that opera, and apprised of the
duel which had taken place at Paris. | felt
a strange apprehension that something de
plorable was going to happen. | am not Al
all Inclined to superstition, and have nc
recollection of having such feelings before
in ell my life. l naturally paid more
attention to Crawton than TO the music o
the opera in fact, | was in no frame o
mind to enjoy the best of music. With 81
almost i'm perceptible pallor, the countenanc'
of Crswton wore its usual calm. beautiful
and impressive expression, until D'Artint
rdmmentati was being sung, when l per
ceived the big tears dropping from his eye
aud trickliug down his cheeks. which b.
made no effort to conceal or to brush away
! He seemed TO be unconscious that his eye
were exposing the fullness of his heart b.
fore the song was ended, slight commotioi
in one of the private boxes attracted on
attention Crawton seemed to be suddenl
startled and, grasping his opera glass, h
leveled it upon the group in the private box
and gazed steadily at the ladies and gentle
men therein Then handing me the glass
he remarked
"There is Monster. De Shatturn waite
him for moment. | will soon return |
you"
E So saying, he rose and left the theaier.
] began to suspect that Crawton meant mi
e chief, and regretted I had allowed him ,
] depart. l became very uneasy-still keI
j nv glass fixed upon Mons. De Shatturr
+ There could be no mistake. Just as W.
wondering how it could be possible Il
!. C-aw,on to paint so perfect likeness
{ the man. he appeared at the box, and
!. the side OF Mons. De Shatturn. | saw hi
4 address the Frenchman The ladies stare
u at him as al intruder.
J After the two men had exchanged a fe
d words, saw Crawton slap Mons. De Sha
d turn in the face. hand him his card, bow
the ladies and leave the box.
J He soon returned TO his seat, and 8
e calmly and patiently to the end of II
: opera.
!, CONCLUDED MONDAY