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THE DEAD LOVER.
A Eren CHI Actress story
BY CELIA LOGAN.


French stage that Rachel did in this, she
was the greatest tragic actress of her day.
She wrote her autobiography, and relates
some singular events as happening to her.
Her story is corroborated by many people
Of note, among others, the Duchess
DAb1antes, who wrote SO many interest
ing particulars OF the French revolution
and Of Napoleon, she being member Of
the imperial household. She states that
when Clarion was about seventy years of
age she made her acquaintance, and heard
the story from her own lips. Thus in
brief, it ran: When Clairo1 was young,
she numbered among her admirers one
Monsieur s. After time she became
convinced that she could not be happy as
his wife, broke OF their intimacy. even re-
fusing to see him. he had been in fail
ing health, but the disappointment hur-
rjcd the end, and On his death bed he
sent for Mademoiscllc Clarion. She de.
clined to 60 to him, and he died. having
no one near him but an old lady who for
some time had been his only companion.
He expired at eleven o'clock at night.
The actress begins her narrative by saying
that that night she was playing hostess
to some friends, and "tlle supper was very
gay. I had been singing to them, and
they applauded me, when, as eleven
o'clock struck, a piercing cry was heard.
It's hcartrcnCing tone and the length of
time it continued struck every one with
establishment. tainted"
The record of the ensuing Circumstance
es is still to be found in the archives of
Paris police. The incidents extended
over period Of two years, and then
ceased. 1 condcnse the recital:
every succeeding night, always at the
same hour, the same cry was repeate !,
sounding Immediately beneath my wind
ows, and appearing to issue from the va.
can't air My people, my guests, my
neighbors. the police, all heard it alike
could not doubt thati its was intended for
me. seldom supped from, home but when
did nothing was heard there; and sew
eral times. when returned later than
eleven, and inquired OF my mother or the
servants if any thing had been heard Of
it, suddenly it burst forth in the midst OF
us.
Zone evening the President de B., with
whom had been supping, escorted me
home, and, at the moment he babe me
goodnight at the door of my apartment,
the CRY exploded between him ana my
self. He was quite familiar with the
story, for all Paris knew it; yet he was
carried to his carriage more dead tina.
alive.
another day I begged my comrade,
Rosely, to accompany me, first to the Rue
SAINT Honore, to make some purchases,
afterward to visit my friend Mademoisi-
ellie tie Saint-P., who resided near the
Porte Saint-Denis. Our sole topic of
conversation all the way was my ghost,
as used to cali it. The young man,
witty and unbelieving, begged me to
evoke the phantom, promising to believe
if it replied. Whether from weakness or
audacity, I acceded to his request. Thrice
en- the instant, the cry sounded, rapid and
terrible in its repetition. When we ar
rived at my friends house, Rosely andsI
had to be carried in. We were both
found lying senseless in the carriage.
After this scene, l remained several
months without hearing any thing more,
and began to hope that the disturbance
had ceased. was mistaken. The theatre
had been ordered to Versailles, on occa-
sion of The marriage of the Dauphin. We
were to remain there three days. We
were insufficiently provided with apart
ments. Madam Grandval had none. We
waited half the night in hopes that one
would be assigned to her. At three
o'clock in the morning offered her one
OF the two beds in nay room, which was
in the Avenue de Saint Cloud. She ac-
copied it. occupied the other bed, and
as my maid was undressing, to sleep be-
side me. said to her, Here we are at
the end of the world, and with such
frightful weather! think it would puz-
zle the ghost to find us here
The same cry on the instant! Mad
anne Grandval thought that he'll itself
was let loose in the room. In her night
dress she rushed down stairs, from the
top to the bottom. Not a soul in the
house slept another wink that night
This was, however, the last time ever
heard it,
"Seven or eight days afterward, while
chatting with my ordinary circle Eof
friends, the stroke of eleven o'clock was
followed by amusket-sh shot, as if fired at
one of my windows. Every one Of us
heard the report, every enc Of us saw the
flash, but the window had received NO
injury. We concluded that it was an
attempt on my life, that for this
time it had failed hut that precautions
must be taken for the future.
The lntendant fastened to NJ de Mar
Vile, then liutcnant of police, and per-
sonal friend Of his Officers were instantly
sent to examine the houses opposite mine.
Throughout the following days they were
guarded from top to bottom. My own
house, also was thorouly examined. The
street was provided with spies. But, in spite
all these precautions, for three intro
months, every evening at the same hour,
the same musket-shot, directed against
the same pane Of gass, was heard to ex-
plode, was seen; and yet no one was ever
able to discover whence it proceeded.
II gradually became in a measure ac-
customed to my ghost, whom began to
consider good sort of fellow, since he
was content with tricks that produced no
serious injury; and, one warm evening,
not noticing the hour, the Intendant and
myself, having opened the haunted win
dow, were leaning, over the balcony.
Eleven o'clock struck; the detonation in
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