The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1877-07-26

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Yet here npon Thy footstool green
Ccntenf an to be;
Glsd, VIXEN Il open d to my need
Some sea-like glimpse Of Thee. $3.50
DEAD AND ALIVE.
Yes, according to his own account, Sha-
kUvsky has had some queer mental expe-
rienccs, bat mono more strange and in
credible than the actual circumstances
axteading his love-suit. Did he ever tell
you the stofyi dare say not, for he is
Z little sensitive about the affair, a. is
natural, speaking Of it, even with me,
with the greatest reserve and caution.
However,, think he would have no OBJ
Jectt0n to your being made acquainted
with the facts of the case, since you are
mot one likely to regard him and his love-
~ wife as objects 0fvulgar curiosity, from
which, with the instinct Of refined natures,
both would shrink with pain.
Take cigar, my friend 1t viii soothe
and make you more patient and credu-
lous.
1t was near the close Of our last course
of lectures ct - College. We were
returning from more than usually in
tdrestfng clinic, and discussing learnedly
ehe subject under examination, when,
stopping suddenly short, Shakovsky
clutched my arm with q rigid look Of
horror.
:. Good Heavensl do you see thatp' he
whispered hoarsely, shaking with excite
ment
!" Bee what, manr' questioned, gazing
ast0nished into vacancy.
He stared at me, brushed his hand two
On three times across his sight, and color
ing with consciousness of being the VIC
tim of some strange hallucination, he
strobe without another word to his lodg-
ings, which l, with chum's privilege,
enlsged with him.
In Heavens name, now tell me what
you saw ?, demanded, as he flung him.
self breathless and bewildered into chair,
staring at me again witha dazed, troubled
air.
You will laugh at me, Breck," he
said solemnly; "but l swear / saw, as
plainly as see you this moment, directly
In my way, coffin settling slowly into
an open grave, and under its lid, trans
parent as glass to my sight, the face Of
Mary Munroe, distorted with wild anguish
and terror. And, Breck, heard her
sm0thered voice. Louis, oh, Louis,
comet 1t snid.n
He sprang to his feet, as though stirred
again by the fancied call.
Nonsense, my boy! No one would
laugh more heartily than yourself at such
an abeafdity were l to relate it," an
sWcfod with q smile.
know it." he responded with a
sickly contortion of the lips designed as
humorous, strengthening himself and
walking once or twice about the room.
The most absurd phantasy, Breckl 1
will 90 out and tramp off the effects of it,
And he flung himself into the street
sgsin;
Reticent as was his nature, and shy as
he had been in his communications on
the subject, knew Mary Munr0e to be
his tenderly- worshiped sweet heart, and
had Often congratulated him loosely on
his good fortune, for the little lady, in ad-
dition to her other and no less powerful
charms, was an heiress by the death Of
her uncle and guardian, who, disowning
utterly his only and profiigate son, had
LEFT to his lovely ward the bulk of his
large and patiently -amassed wealth.
had heard same rumors of the return
Of the disinherited renegade, who had
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doubtful and uncomfortable associations,
and there had been vague report that he
was laying siege to the heart of Miss Mum
roe with such prospect of success as the
accomplished roue too frequently finds with
weakly-credulou young womanhood, but
n Shakovsky betrayed no symptoms Of
doubt and unessiness, gave no credence
to the probable slanderous whisper.
had been thinking over these things
when the poor fellow burst into the room
again, wild and white as ghost, holding
In his shaking hnnd an open paper, which
he thrust In my face.
telegraphed 10 Ashmoreland for
news from Mary, and here is the return
dispatch" he said in hollow voice,
grasping the back of my chair for sup
port.
read: Miss Munroe died suddenly
yesterday morning of heart-disease. Her
remains were inferred at o'clock this aft
einoon in Ashwood Cemetery"
The telegram, signed by the friend to
whom he had appealed, seemed thorough
" genuine.
I got up and put both hands, in speech.
less sympathy, upon my friends Shout
ders.
8 am not dreaming, am 1, Breck ~ he
questioned, in doubt Of the strange evi.
dence he had brought.
believe not, Louis" answered,
looking gravely in his eyes.
And you think me perfectly sane, and
capable OF rational purpose 70 he pursued,
scanning my face with anxious fear.
Certainly; as nearly - as circum-
stances will admit, ! returned, with eau