New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1886-11-28
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terrific would wake lfOln tich "iFp"s
clammy sweat Sometimes lay listening ior t''c
sound OF footsteps at tie door OF my Ded-chaihocr
after had thus walked II seemed to me that
| must have shrickcd wildly in this mockcry OF
sh,mbcr and that all the inmates Of the house
had hecn rouscd But worse than such dreams
were those of rapture and exquisite peace with
Ada as nv wife | would wake from these TO
tLe anguish Of the actual And then my aim
r,ou with its familiar appointments, became an
abode of misery beyond all that the most antic
fantasies of nightmare could make 1t. Calm
still. shadowy, it rackcd and tortured me Win
what really wds!
II WAS marvellous that held out physically as
7 did during these five days, each one divided
from the other by night of horror. Again and
again saw Casimr furtivcly watch me, AMI read
in his altered dimmed, lustrccss eyes aston.sh-
mcnt at my serenity AMI control
saw the newspapers regularly. Each day
there would be some notice in them of the missing
man. But no clue had yet been found. The de-
tcctiyes were still at work. but entirely without
avail.
On ono of these momentous days-thc third OF
the sclics-a distressing and horrible thing oc-
Cured Though / did not even fancy so then,
it was the beginning of the end-lilSe the fist
stroke of knell to the being whom it vitality and
wretchelly concc ned.
Ada ha0 come 10 hOCkSiuc' anu aiWr noiuiiio
little talk with Casimir she requested to be
shown once more the contents of his studio.
But | have done nothing, Mademoiselle,' he
answered SADLY "since you last my pictures
You are welcome to look upon the old work again.
however. if you so desire
Ada did desire. and sienied hoT wish. Gle
is miscraby unwell, | should say, she whispered
TO me- as we passed up staiIs behind Casmir
"See how he has lost that old springing step of
his, Does he ever complain to you. Otho of
feeling i'll %
Never I said.
"You have fairly won your leisure. she said
little later to the young artist, while moving about
his studio "You have made yourself hand
some nile of lauIcls to rest on you can afford
tC he idle.
at is very good Of you to call them laurels,
said Casimir. with one of his graceful bows
And Otho's portrait p Ada continued. docs
that remain unfinished stil?'
AYES. Madcmoisclle.'
"Casimir viii finish IT when lie is bcttcr-morc
en- refine" / said
"Perhaps YOU are too much alone when You
paint." said Ada looking at my friend in her
! frank, sweet interested way. "Therc would be
something DELIGHTFULLY."- social, should think, in
YOUR giving Otho sitting, for example, while
Mis- Dorian or myself also occupied the studio
Casimir seemed to muse for moment Then
he walked rapidly toward portion of the room
IN which my portrait was placed A decisive
change now became apparent his manner; his
native gaycty seemed to break from repression
ave will do you say, Madcmoscle'' he OK
claimed ave will do it now
Now l swiftly retortcd.
ayes" said Casimir. In a trcc he had placed
the canvas uIon his easel, which stood near
bright window Il will what can do he
went en- II will see whether cannot give Otho
sitting today"
His demcanor had the buoyancy of former
times. He motionel for me TO seat myself and
did So Rapidly he mixed a few colors on his
palette Ada sank into chair at my side
Casimr went to work with apparent zcst The
features of the portrait were perfectly hmnci
the resemblance was already striking. lie painted
with vigorous strokes for several minutes, after
looking al me, and in way that presently I'M
pressed me as wild and unnatural
Suddenly his look changed to one OF extreme dis
| NAV AMI agitation. Before could anticipate the
action he dashed his brush upon the floor and
sanl, into a seat, covering his face with both
hands.
Ada rose nurqiedly. ale is i'll. she clic1.
| also rose and went toward him. But as
reached his side he uncovered his face.
81 cannot paint you :" rang his voice in shrill,
plant i've tones. linen IL sank SO thdu alohc
heard it. "You are not the same TO me as you
were / see YOU as l saw you then' /"
The next instant had placed my hand over his
mouth "Casmir' I.said
Ada was Observing intcnty. As his eyes met
mine SILVER convulsed him, ana he pointed to
ward the portrait Then his gaze dropped, and
his head also In another moment, however, he
made q quick violent gesture, such a man
might make who struggles against swoon, and
staggered to his feet.
pardon me, Madcmoisellc7 he stammercd to
Ada in French. 81 truly unwell Il
tired to paint Ohio, and what have done y
He was motionng toward the portrait But
Ada's eye, did not follow the waving Of his hand
She was regarding me in evident CONSERVATION.
"Why did you try to stop him from speaking
Ohio 9H she questioned why did you put youI
hand against his mouth p
hurried toward her. ada, can you as;
this ?" l said. Foolish hysteria in a man is not
as il is with you women. l did not wish
Casimir to make himself absurd, ridiculous
She inclined her head expression of sym
pathy crossed her features She turned toward
the portrait, clearly visible from where she stood
, "Ah!" broke from her hrs. He has made i
so different, Ohio. 1t is not you. 1t is
She Taused abruptly for just then Casimi
seized brush, dipped it hastily in some darl
paint and literally slashcd it across the canvas
A laugh sounded from him Immediately after
! ward.
at is failure = he cied-"a horrible failurer
| will do it again when II am in better mood
Then he lung this brush away, as he had dom
= the other, and re-seated himself.
ibid you see it?' murmucI Ada catching m,
hand.
Eyes" j answered.
"IIc-he made it so unlike YOU she continued
"IIe gave the face horrible expression. VIVA
!, docs it mcan Otho?'
:, ut means that Casimir is ill-not himself
= responded. "COme."
y | at once led her from the studio. 1t may hay