Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1880-03-25

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that pOsihon, for my senses were all
absobed ii the contemplation Of this
mysterious and fantastic creature. /
bad no longer any idea Of time or Of
place; the real world no longer existed
Tor me. and all the bonds which bound
me toit were broken: my soul. dssen-
gagged from its earthly prison. vas float
ing in vague Inini.y. I understood that
which no man can understand; the
thoughts Of Angela were revealed To-
me without her needing 70 speak. Tor
hq~ @npa asgc@a earo~rls her .hatEn lakp n
lamp of alabasEeFs and The rays from
her breast pierced mine.
The lark sang, pale light played
among the curtains.
As soon as Angela saw it, she rose
precIpitately, made a sign Of farewell,
and after few steps screamed and
tell.
Seized with terror, | spTang forward.
My blood freezes at the mere thought;
found nothing but the coffee-pot brOk-
en- into thousand fragments.
AT the sight OF this, persuaded that |
had been the sport Of some diabOlic IL
lnsion, was so over-poxered with
fright that tainted.
Nv.
When became conscious again,
was in MY bed; Arrigo Cohic and Pc
drino Borgnioli were standing at the
head. As soon as opened my eyes,
Arrigo cried:
"Ah! at last For the last hour l
have been rubbing your temples with
eau de Cologne. What on earth have
you been doing in the nighti This
morning, seeing that you did not come
down, / entered your room and found
you stretched full length on the floor,
dressedin an old Louis XIV. costume,
and pressing IN your arms fragment OF
broken porcelain, as it it had been a
beautiful young girl"
"Pordieu ," It is my grandmother's
wedding coat" said the other, lifting
up one Of the tails Of rose-colored silk
with a green figure. "There are the
strass and filigree buttons that he used
to boast about. Theodore must have
found it in some corner, and have put
it on for fun. But what made you
faint 20 added Borgnioli.
"That is all very well for young girls
with white shoulders; you unlace her
corset, take of her necklace, and 1t is a
good opportunity for them to simPer and
give themselves airs"
"It is only weakness, IrePlied, dry
": "I am subject to these 6ts."
/ rose and divested myself Of my r.
diculous costume.
At breakfast my three companions
ate heartily; hardly tasted anything.
The memory Of what had passed dis
tracted me.
After breakfast, as it was raining
steadily, there was no possibility oi 60
ing out; each occupied himself as best
he could. BorgniolI beat warlike devils
tattoo on the window -paneS; Arrigo and
our host played draughts; II took out my
sketch-book and began TO draw.
The almost impercephble lineaments
traced by my pencil. without my hav-
ing thought in the least what was
drawing, resembled with marvellous ex-
actitude the coffee-pOt which had played
such an important role in the scenes oi
the night.
at IS astonishing how that head re-
sembles my sister Angela" said our
host, who had finished bis game and
was watching me draw.
Indeed, that which just now had
seemed 20 me a cofee-pot, was in reali-
ty the sweet and melancholy profile OF
Angela.
"By all the saints m Paradise is she
dead or alives' / criedin trembling
voice, as if my life had depended on his
answer.
"She died two years ago, from In6a-
nation of the lungs, caught coming
home from ball."
"Alas !" / replied. painfully.
And, restraininga tear that was ready
to fall. / closed my sketch-book. Ifclt
that there was no longer any happiness
on earth for me.