Daily Kennebec journal., 1877-09-01
Continued from yesterday.)

ANVutIhuSu Alou ee5tcIuay.j
You may conceive my amazement,"
continued Charlie Lisle, whilst amongst
his auditors every eye was firmly riveted;
II rubbed my eyes, and asked myself if |
were dreaming. Too surely | was awake
i had never even sumbered for an in
slant. Was | mad? ! did not think |
was; but certainly there was no proof to
the contrary. and almost began to doubt
that Brother Lazarus was dead and buried
on the side OF the Pyrenees. The prior
OF Pierre Chatel had told me he was dead,
and had heard several others of the
brotherhood allude to his decease. l had
| seen his grave made ready, and | had
passed his coffin as | descended to the
hall; yet here he was 10 Spain, again re-
| hearsing the lrightful scene that Jolivet
had described to me. Whilst all this was
fieeting through my mind, was standing
en- chemise betwixt the bed and the wall.
on which side happened to leap out. In
the mean time the apparition advanced
with bare feet, and with the greatest eau
ton, toward the other side OF the bed and
AS there were of course no curtains | had
iull view OF his diabolical features, which
appeared contracted with rage and malig-
nifty. AS Jolvet had described to me, he
first felt the bed, as If to ascertain if were
there; and confess was frightened out
of my senses, lest he should discover that
| was not, and possibly detect me where
| was. What could have done, unarmed,
and in my shirt, against this perternatural-
looking monster And to awake him.
provided always it was Brother Lazarus,
| and not his double, point about which
ielt exceedingly uncertain-I had learnt
from Jolivet, was extremely perilous
However, he did not discover that the bed
was empty-his dream no doubt supply
ing Visionary victim for the occasion
and, raising his arm, he plunged the knife
into the mattress with fierce determine
tion that convinced me should have had
very little chance of surviving the blow
had been where he imag ned me.n
Again and again he struck, looked on
with horror that words could but feebly
| paint; and then he suddenly started-the
upliited arm was arrested-the pursuer
was at hand; he first rushed to the win
dow, and opened it, but being only small
lattice, there was no egress there, so he
turned to the door, making his escape
that way; and l could hear his foot
distinctly flying along the gallery till
he reached his own cell. By this time |
was perfectly satisfied that 1t was no spirit
| | had seen, but the veritable Brother LaZ-
arus, or Dominique, or whatever his name
was-for he might have half-a-dozen
| aliases for aught | knew-though how he
| had contriyed to come to life again, If he
were dead, or by what means, or Tor what
purpose, he could have persuaded the
| monks OF Pierre Chatel of his decease, If
| the facts were not so, could not con-
| ceiye. There was no fastening to my
door, and the first question that occurred
to me was, whether this diabolical dream
of his was ever repeated twice in one
night. had often heard that the magic
| number OF three is apt to prevail on these
| occasions; and, il SO, he might come back
again. | confess that was horribly af-
| raid that he would. In the meantime
| Iound myself shivering with cold, and
was, periorce, obliged to creep into bed,
| where, indeed, | was not much warmer.
sleep was OF course out of the question.
| lay listening anxlously, expecting either
| The slealthy foot OF Brother Lazarus, or
The glad sound of the matin bell that
would summon the monks from their cells,
| and wondering which should hear first.
Fortunately tor my nerves it was the latter
and with alacrity | jumped out OF bed,
dressed myself, and descended to the
chapel.
when | reached it the monks were on
their knees, aud their cowls being over
their heads, could not, as ran my eye
over them. distinguish my friend the
somnambullst; but when they rose to
their ieet. his tall gaunt figure and high
shoulders were easily dlscernible, and |
had identified him before ] saw his face.
AS they passed out of the chapel | drew
| near and Saluted him, observing that be-
leved that | had the pleasure of seeing
him before at Pierre Chatel but he only
shook his head, as in token of denial
and as | could obtain no other answer to
my further attempts at conversation left
HIM and proceeded to the prior.
OF course felt it my duty to mention
my adventure of the previous night, for
Brother Lazarus might on some occasion
chance to act out his dream more effect
ually than he had had the opportunity
of doing with me and Pere Jolivet. i
am exceedingly sorry indeed said Padre
Pachorra when ne had heard my story
they must have omitted to lock him into
his cell last night. l must speak about
1t, for the consequences might have been
very serious Very serious to me, GER
tainly' said but how is IL l see this
man here alivep When | quilted Pierre
Chatel | was told he was dead, and saw
the preparations for his burial They
believed him dead, returned the prior;
but he was only in trance; and after
he was screwed down in his coffin, just
as they were about to lower him into the
grave, they felt that something was NOV
ing within. They opened it, and Fra
Dominique was found alive. 1t appeared
from his own account that he had been
suffering severely from his dreadful dream
on the occasion of the visit OF some young
stranger, an Englishman, think My
self, have no doubt said l. Probably
returned the prior; and this was either
the cause or consequence of his illness.
for it is difficult to tell which, But how
came be here, inquired. 1T was in
this monastery he commenced his voca-
tion,' answered the padre; he was only
at Pierre Chatel by indulgence. and after
this accident they did not wish to retain
him. Il do not wonder at that. am
sure said | but why did he deny hav-
ing been therep When spoke OF il TO