Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1888-02-16

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picture.
Yes; a semi-dark, damp place,
even in the sunlight" was the almost
shivering comment.
Just as you describe it; bat there
was no realisation Of unhealthy yapOrs.
The night was glorious one. The
water as quiet as that dreaming round
the Enchanted Isles; the SKY as clear
of cloud as that bending over them;
the breeze as soft and sweet rs that
which kisses their shores. 1t was the
night OF nights for love and lovers,
and they clung to each other the
longer and more closely in view of the
days of separation TO follow. On the
morrow the train took an unwilling
heart away and left behind one nearly
broken"
But there is compensation in the
Joy Of reunion, the fond, the passion
ate lingering kiss, OF fears Daus!sed. t
Yes, continued Lamolne, ''but IS
was not so IN this ease. TIVE day,
subsequently, to his arrival IN the city
IS he was sitting ii rJVm a.u.ae
thinking of her he loved, h. was su4-
denly startled bv tie ringing OF i
telephone-beT. He knew there was
no Instrument there, If, indeed. within
the building. He listened and the sound
was repeated, vet not q wire was with
in sight. He went down stairs and
enquiry proved there were none with
in. passing over OF near the building.
Returning to his room he endeavored
to dismiss the strange fancy from his
n 70 For.
when the ringing quivered upon the
air still more loudly, prolonged and
impat;ently."
WAS your friend q believer in any
OF the forms of spiritualism?" CUES
toned Wharton.
Not in the least. He was not given
to theosophcaI speculations, to psy-
Geological philosophy, had never even
seen an experiment in phrenomagne-
tism. The lady Of his love had been
his Art, the shrine at which he wor-
shipped Fame, TO the exclusion of ali
other things.
You are certain he was not asleep
and dreamin@?"
Il have ample reason to know that
j" vas as fully awake rs You are. The
Al ringing was followed by a mes
"a =, short. but clearly voiced, as if
he had held Il receiver to his ear"
Are you attempting to practice
upon my creduIity?"
ii the picture you saw was reality,
and not myth OF the imagination,
then what / am telling is equally so.
'.What were the words, and who Ut
tered them?"
Tell me first if there is any diff
Guilty or uncertainty in deciding with
regard to Il familiar voice when listen
ing at a teIephOne?"
Not in the least"
land there was not then. The voice
was that Of Ethel Scott, and the words
were, Love. / am dying; come quick
ly.'"
impossible under the conditions
you have described"
so argued the startled listener, and
fancied ne must be going mad. Sub
sequent events, however, proved TO
the contrary"
Yet he must have been keenly seE-
sitiye to all that followed"
And nervouslyalert had not friends
called, changed the current of his
later in the best Of spirits"
|'Well?" questioned Wharton in dis
appointment.
''Untroubled because unthinking of
the strange episode of the day, he pre-
pared himself for slumber, turned out
the gas, and retired. Scarcely, how
ever, had his head touched the pillow
before his Enclosed eyes were dazed by
peculiarly bright light. 1t was dill
fused over the room at first, then as
sumed shape, distinct letters, distinct
words"
And they were?" interrupted Whar-
ton with nervous anxiety.
'.These: Love, why don't YOU come?
L am freezing, dying"
NEARLY the same as before
Yes, and the instant he had re-
peated them aloud they Disappeared "
And you-the man? l should in
deed have gone mad"
Ike arose, lighted the gas, and care
fully noted the hour and minute, as
should have told you he had done
when he received the spiritual tele-
gram I can call it by no other term.
He saw that by haste he could catch
the train. did SO, and in the grey of
tic morning stood at the door of his
beloved. 1t was open and the house
in confusion. He met the distracted
mother, the agOnised father, the af-
frighted and useless servants. From
their inco1erent stories he learned that
Ethel had been very sick, dellrious,
had escaped during Il temporary ab-
sence OF her mother, and thus far
search had been in vain"
and hep" questioned Wharton. car
ried out of himself by the intensity of
his interest.
"'Waited to hear no more. but ran
with all possible speed to the tryst-
ing place by the sheltered stream"
"Wny there"
'tSomething-it was as intangible
as his other warnings-told him that
there she would be found"
''And WASP"
Eyes, and just as painted. Beneath
the lily pads and bending swayipg
reeds she lay in the shallow water.
with her arms thrown backward and
her hands clasped beneath her head.
Her pale face was toward the sky, the
wet night-dress clinging to the glor-
IUuS 1OIlI, uuG 80 IolA anu W'tSHe't
aside rs to reveal much of limbs and
arms and bust whittier than marble,
and shaming the work Of any chisel.
But / need not describe farther. The
painting does that better than words
can, especially the hair that tloated in
waves of shining gold around"
'sDead?" gasped Wharton.
NO" answered Lamoine reverent-
lv. ''God be thanked. not dead, and
to rescue and carry her home was brief
labor, and"
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