The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-03-02

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through chink in the. door. /
reached it at d bound, and catching
up /. lamp someone had left burning
On the stairs, returned to my room
to find everything as usual. | told
Sir George, and we thoroughly ex-
plored the deserted wing of the Tow
ers, bit could find no room in the
least resembling the one in my vision"
As : concludeda page boy bro ught
IN coffee, and when / had drank mine
the curious FEELING of constraint un-
apr Which had been speaking passed
off, and | said quite cheerfully,
There, Mr.. Pallatti, have made a
clean breast of it, and now what de
! you perscribe9"
"a dog" said Mr.. Pallatti.
"Whatl to eat?" laughed:
mo, to sleep with. There Is no
cure but death for the. wonderful
gift Of second sight, and it is a gift,
if too much used, full of danger to
brain and nerves. But prevention is
better than cure, SO buy little dog
and let him lie at the foot of your
bed, and you will not be troubled by
visions again, even if your light
goes out"
We parted with mutual promises
to meet soon, but | was ordered
away on duty; and it was six
months before saw him again;
| had just returned to London and
was intending to look him up, when
received a letter from Sir George
Gillingham begging me to 60 at once
to the Towers on matter of the
deepest Importance l lost not
minute in obeying the summons, and
full of anxiety and misgiving that
something was very wrong, | arrived
Mt the Towers as the dressing gong
for dinner was sounding;
Sir George met me as drove under
the great portico. He looked SO
worn and harassed that | could not
help whispering, "Good heavens, Sir
George, what is it? Has that ques-
ton of the title deeds cropped UP
again after all?'
Eyes, it has with a vengeance,
said Sir George; "but go dress now
and meet us in the dining room.
There are no ladies-only Pallatti,
who says he has met YOU before"
| entered the dining room with the
soup, and shook hands cordially with
/ Pallatti. He and / were in ordinary
evening dress, but Sir George was ar
rayed as for some great state func-
ton. He wore black knee-breeches
and silk stockings and great diamond
buckles in his shoes the broad ribbon
of the Bath crossed his white waist
coat, and he wore half dozen orders
as well. He had brought his chief
down with him, and we sat down to
d dinner fit for the gods. The wine
he gave us was scarcely ever brought
out except when some royal prince
accepted the Towers for night and
was almost princeless | knew it and
Mr.. Pallatti soon found it out, and
our eyes twinkled. Sir George saw
it and was glad. He drank to each
of us in the old fashioned way and
said. II am making little feast to-
night, my young friends, for reasons
of my own. 1t is the old story; let
us eat, drink and be merry, for to-
morrow-well, tomorrow we'll do
the same, let us hope" he said, turn
ing it off with a laugh.
Mr.. Pallatti was certainty well
worth IL good dinner. Without
seeming to monopoliZe the CONVEX
sation, he always had some thing orig.
inal to say upon every topic that
was started, and his fun and wit
were so keen and spontaneous that
our solemn little dinner party became
quite a rollicking affair. Among the
subjects we discussed was the last
new conjuror, which was puzzling all
London and giving learned judges
and doctors and parsons sleepless
nights in the endeavor to find it out.
"Why, don't you know how that
is done?" said Mr.. Pallatti, and he
proceeded to solve the riddle in
dozen words.
"Most extraordinaryp' exclaimed
Sir George. ''Do you mean to say
you found it out YOURSELF"
Eyes, returned Pallatti, 1.-THE first
time Invent. There never has been and
never will be trick of any kind that
| am unable to unravel. | suppose
it is kind of gift, but have never
made any use of it except sometimes
to have a little fun among the spirit
ualists." And he gave me apeculiar
look out of his black eyes.
Exposing all their rascally for
tune telling and rapping and table
turning and such knaveries, | sup
pose" | observed composedly.
"Quite So" replied Pallatti dryly.
"And now, gentlemen" said
George as the last bottle of claret
was emptied, and we were ashamed
even tolook as if we should like some
more, ''if you please we will take our
coffee in the drawing room as there
are no ladies there" and he arose
from the table and walked towards
the door. As we followed, Pallatti
whispered inmy ear, ''Mr. Houghton,
should like to be a modern Clarence
and be drowned in hundred dozen
of that claret!"
To my surprise Sir George led the
way to sthe great state drawing
room, and as we entered u pc. feet
blaze of splendorwas beforeus. The
huge saloon, with it's frescoed ceilings
and profuse gliding, was lighted up
by hundreds of wax candles in great
chandeliers, in sconces, brackets and
lustres; the wall were entirely covered
by 'full-length portraits of old Gill
inghams, over each portrait a power
full lamp and reflector threw so stong
light that every gallant knight and
gentle dame seemed to have come to
| life and be gazing at the black-coated
intruders into their gay assembly.
Two enormous fires were burning,
one at each end of the room, and be-
fore one of these Sir George stood
and motioned us to be seated. He
looked so grand and stately and the
brilliance Of the scene was SO over
powering that Pallatti and | listened
| for his words with kind of awe.
Gentlemen, am not going to de-
tain you for any length by telling