Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1875-06-25


AFTER / had departed, Jt an lost his re ason
and, swearing terrible osths that he would
haunt me ever, he took our chlld-it wxa
. little girl, monsieur-and he sworc that
It should not live to follow in it's mothers
footstepa Pauvre petite f1lle!'' She
gasped for breath . moment, before she
could finish. with the child in his arms
he committed suicide BY drowning. Blu,
he keeps his worj-they haunt me ever
came to America. hoping to be free from
them, but they are ever at my side." She
paused, breathing in quick, excited man
ner.
>4s'And the actor-your lover" I queried.
Z ''He is dead-all are dead-1 have nc
one' I tell you my story, because l find
that the other members Of the company
look upon me with distrust, and l would
have ,ne friend. l do not blame them
and vt, If l am discharged, whittier shall
l go?'
did not discharge her; but confess tc
some mIsgivings when the curtain arose
that right on the new play. It was so
ciety drama, of the sensational order, and
the plot 80 closely resembled the story Of
Lenoees life that I marveled at her q,
tempting to perform the role of the heroine
did rot realize what woman could d.
when once she is determined. The Incl
dents Of the play were similar to those o.
a certain great scandal occupying tht
minds Of society leaders at that time; &
it came to pass that we were obliged t
refuse admittance to many, for lack o.
room, the house was 80 full. Elated witt
the prospect of such success, ! sough
Madenoiselle Lenore, and endeavored t
inspire her with some Of my hopefulness
But she seemed like q marble statue.
The curtain arose and the scene pro
gresscd in the most satisfactory manner
The denoument of this story came in til
second act, where a guilty wife is about L
tly from her home with her lover. l shal
never forget Lcrore as she "went on,'' II
her trailing robe Of black velvet, and he
ACE an ashen white, as she prepared t
again enact the tragedy of her real life
1t was q terrible ordeal. It must hav
seemed to her, in that supreme moment o
agony, that shc ''hcld in her hands tn
plummet that sounded hell"
She was bending over the bed of be
.lecping child; outside the window he
lover awaited her coming; the stage was i
,cmi-aarkness, and befitted the scene an
incidents, when suddenly wild cry fe
on my ears, and, pausing not to conside
possible consequences. I rushed on to tn
stage. I shsl; never forget 1t Us long as
live. The audience were sitting as if spell
bound. and all leyes were turned on Lenort
~ho was standing with her white hand
|claspcd bescechingly, aud her face turne
to the part of the stage most in shadow
My eyes followed hers. A man s;oo
beside her-a man with white, cadaverou
face, and wild, wild black eyes. In hi
arms he held child-a lovely little crea
ture, but with the look of dead babe o
paliid features. The spectre raised on
hand and beckoned slowly to the agonlze
creature. He waved thin, ghastly ham
lin the air, and then-oh, horror !-fron
the dead. rigid lips came the one word
|"LENORE!"
Another shrek from our leading lady,
stream of blood followed 1t. and she fel
prone upon the stage. I dashed forwar'
ard raised her IN my arms-she was dead
Of course the house was emptied IN
moment people don't care to mix IN sue
Iscenes-and we were alone at last wit
the dead. But must hasten to the end
In few words explained the tragedy t
the assembled company, and with tn
characteristic generosity Of our professlo
they provided for interment. In . sum-
spot in the Gem, ery at l. rests III
poor creature, who> sinned against q
we'll as SHINING; and at ner head We place
q simple cross of white marble lnscribe
with the one word LENORE.
And that is the end of my story.