Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-11-23
Gales air0 Sketfbes.
KBSfRAL: A CASfAwAY.
A REMN1scENCE OF THE SCHOOL AND
THEATRE OF PARIS.
CONTINUED from Yesterday. J


n. GARNER gave me such a clear =
might say such mathemstical-diagnos
Of the ailment of his young neighbor, that
could not but see he countersigned the
sentence of death pronounced by Nelaton.
While he was speaking, one of the STU
dents, the Youngest, listened with half
closed ewes, and, when he had finished his
remarks, he took up the tale in his turn.
and in the strident jerky style of the
Gironde. like that of brass wire made to
vibrate BY toothpick, he proceeded to
give his opinion thus:
Il can't mark it out. can't. why they
don't make puncture between two ribs
exploratory, YOU know-and inject twenty
drops OF perchloride of iron, you know
DamnatiOn, Operations successful on
aneurism of the limbs; don't see why it
shouldn't be all round. II myself would
undertake it; don't see why | shouldn't
succeed"
The inferno sent back this conceited
bore to his pipe and his beer jug in very
quick time indeed.
NJ. GARNER, to whom the kestrel had
apparently disclosed my platonic profess
sion of love, made plain to me, then. why
she had none but friends in the hotel. For
all Of them she was an innocent being
under the capital sentences shadow.
which might, from one minute to another.
fade from the foor-a leaf trembling to its
fall blade of corn under the reaper's
keen inevitable sickle. Betwixt her soft
black eyes and their hot youthfuness rose,
like chiselled doom on a churchyard slab,
the grim words, "Aneurism of the aorta."
''Sbe is enamored of the stage" con
tinued GARNER, land the thought that she
will have to give up her part to another,
is fretting her soul out. That's why
wanted to see you. You must tell her
little story tell her you're waiting till she's
recovered in short. humor her with the
idea that she must and shall play kestrel.
She won't go down to see the posters poor
child, and shall pass the word to our
comrades. While she thinks like that she
will die easy. Come, let us 90 up to her."
As we were on the staircase he whispered.
Wont poor Great Green Guzzler be af-
ncted? Pr
When we entered the sick room the bed
curtains were drawn; Mile. Eva was
asleep.
Nabal was stepping about on tiptoe, and
busting the table and shelves.
Cheap as the furniture was, its cleanli-
ness was Dutch.
Camped on perch stuck into the rim
of the looking glass. JolicGur preened
his wings.
While NJ. GARNER lent an ear to the
breathings of the patient through a slit in
the curtain. went over to Nabal and said
to him in muffled voice. as slipped into
his palm the purse had brought with
me:
ba nf
that the new member of his company
should not want anything in her illness :;
here are three hundred francs he charged
me to give her." Pressing his hand. /
added, Don't be so economical with
other things as you are with-the firing
As he stammered an awkward thanks,
he took the money and locked it up in n
walnut drawer which was completely
empty.
A colored Autograph, fastened near the
glass. inspired me with the happy thought
to prepare a surprise for the poor child on
her awakening. | told NJ. GARNER and
Nabal was going as far as the theatre,
and would he back in two hours at the
latest. left the place as quietly as
could. A painter friend OF mine had made
some exquisite designs ofall the costumes
in my extravaganza, and the kestrel was
one of the most graceful in the collection.
They were at our costumers. and | made
up my mind to bring back TO Eva the
water-cOlor. showing how she would look
when made up as the Castaway; much as
one would bring present of a new doll
to baby one wished to cheat from suffer
ing. Had not NJ. GARNER advised me to
amuse her trifle with the things of this
world Of pasteboard and tinsel she loved
so much
When returned with my sketch. pasted
on stiff Bristol board, Mademoiselle Eva
was wide awake and slipping a basin of
broth.
Her lips struck me as being rather mere
of a violet and her eyes rs more protuber-
ant
My inspiration was lucky. The sight of
her kestrels costume sent her into costa
cies.
She called her friend. the Great Green
Guzzzler. to her bedside, and said, as she
showed him the sketch;
Look. Nabal sha'n't I be prettily
dressed in the tableau ofthe Brides Ball?"
Almost snatching the sketch back from
his hands. she proceeded to read aloud the
notes penciled on the margin:
HeAuuTesS Oi IeatneTs. ueSCenulnS 10
point on the back; corsage of bright
brown velvet. sloped on the breast in the
form Of = "" reversed; petticoat much
longer behind than before. and shaped in
to long wings crossed at their extremity ;
under petticoat of yellowish-white satin,
TO the knees. with zebra bands of tawny-
brown; straw-colored silken hose. with
bottines to match. and steel heels with
sharp wings on each side. to initiate the
talons of bird of prey"
These steel-heeled and winged bottines
particularly took her fancy, and she was
so enchanted with herself in her costume
~ the kestrel, that we had to pin up her
likeness to the curtain of the bed.
GARNER having persuaded her. when
she awoke, that | had come to tell her
that there would be no more rehearsals Of
the tableau of the Brides Ball during the
few days of repose she required. l had
only to confirm his assertion.
felt seized with deep friendship for
my poor MORALLY wounded kestrel and
the two companions who cared for her
with such q womanly tenderness.
Twice day sought her place to make
inquiries. always taking care to say aloud,
either TO NJ. GARNER or the Great Green