The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-08-07
THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 1889

/ throat as il it were possessed, and wanted
| to tear it out of me.
| My father used to tell me was no
! better than an old woman, for believ-
: ing in dreams; and though there never
| was any one less suDerstitious than l am,
] / don't like bad dream any more than
another man.
Anyhow, when / awoke, two or three
! hours ago, felt anything but refreshed.
! 1t is dim, wet morning, and while the
faint noises of the street have, with the
strengthening light, slowly crept into my
/ room, have occupied myself by writing
/ this rough account OF how L have come
/ here and will continue TO do the same so
long as anything happens that seems to
me worth the trouble OF writing out.
! APRIL TO-
Well, have been 10 NJ. Pasteur, and he
| and the rest have shaken their heads
! over me, and said have come too late, and
that it is bad case.
! / would like TO know what reason they
| have for saying that. l cannot even be
! sure il it was Shaun or the mad dog that
| bit me; and anyhow, | came as soon as |
could. They tell me l must 90 to them
twice, mornings and evenings, but / will
not. Ii they cannot get enough poison
| into me once in day, they will have to be
content TO let me be a decimal on the
wrong side of their average of cures. DR..
Considlne told me it was only once day
| they injected the stuf-"and quite often
! enough too" he said. and he is a smart
| little man and knows what he is talking
about am not going to have anything
to say to their Intensive treatment" and
so / told them-I more than half think l
was fool for coming at all. Paris is not
Rot I af,e,r ~ nd /
ly here with no one to speak TO.
Yesterday morning was my first visit 10
vi. Pasteurs, and | went there again to-
day. 1t is curious place, and they are a
funny crew OF people you see there, from
every nation on the earth, all waiting to
have what you would think was worse
than death put into their veins for the
sake of getting life out of it. / could not
help wondering for how many of them the
bargain would turn out successfully.
There was a strange looking girl got into
the same tram as L did when l was leav-
ing the Pantheon yesterday. She had
more soft grayish-yellow hair than she
knew what to do with. II was wound in
big wisps over her head like ropes of hay
''soogawns" we call them at home-and
her eyes looked like wells of some pale
yellow green oil. ] could not get her face
low kept me awake with his fiddling. l
wished he was dead, with his dirges.
This morning / met that girl again. This
time was in the Rue d Ulm, just leaving
the Ecole NOrmale after my daily dose Of
poison. She looked very hard at me.
wonder if she recognized my white face
and foxy hair again.
APRIL r.
never used to be much of a one to
keep diary, but now, it seems, / have
taken new turn. Perhaps it is what the
old women call the change before death
Though don't believe Pm going to die
at ALL. The night before last-just after
had made the last entry-the fiddling be-
gan again, worse than ever, screaming
and crying like some creature in mortal
pain. | was cross and tired, and I could
not stand it. l rang for the garcon in
vain. and finally | left my room, and max
ing my way up the steep stairs to the next
etGge, l knocked at the door of the must
clan.
then the door L was at was opened very
little.
81 ask pardon, monsieur" began, shut
/ am an invalid. and your violin prevents
me from sleeping"
The door was opened more widely, and
| heard an exclamation in a woman's
voice. The gas in the passage bad been
put out, and the lamp in the room behind
her did not give much light, but with
even less l should still have recognized
the girl with the yellow hair.
81 regret that / have disturbed you,
monsieur" she said in French, with a GER
tain soft foreign accent that puzzled me
as to her nationality. al also am an in
valid" she laughed little, "but with me
it is diherent-my violin helps me to
sleep"
She turned and spoke TO some one in
the inner room in LANGUAGE which had
never heard before. An oldish woman
came forward with the lamp in her hand.
"Rado, hold the light that monsieur may
descend these charming stairs in safety"
said the girl in French: "bon soir, mon
sieur." She went into the inner room,
slamming the door behind her, and the
servant stood with the lamp outside at the
head OF the stairs, until had turned down
the corridor 10 my own room.
What she had meant by saying that in
fernal 6ddlng sent her to sleep, could
not imagine. like music we'll enough at
a proper time, and as far as / could Judge,
she played remarkably well; but at /
o'clock in the morning 10 be kept awake
by screams and lamentations like an old
woman keening at a funeral was more
than | could stand.
And why had shelaughed? Altogether
she a curious girl, and 1 wondered if
/ should meet her again out of doors next
morning.
1 looked out for her in the Rue d'Ulm
and at the omnibus bureau outside the
Pantheon, where | had seen her before.
i thought il likely she was taking lessons
In music, or the like, from some of the
many teachers who live Whereabouts. But
did not see her. / strOlled on down the
Rue du Pantheon, feeling very low in
mind. The doctors had been abusing me
for not coming TO them more than once q
day; but, as / told them before, il they
cannot cure me with one dosing per diem,
they will have to do without. Whatever,
/ believe l am as we'll as ever / was; it
was only the sudden change from cold TO
hot spring weather that made me feel de-
pressed and sick.
L looked in at the shop windows as l
passed, and dull they were too. They are
mostly all book-shops in the Rue du Pan
theon, and although to speak French is as
easy TO me as to speak English, do not
care much about French literature; GER
tainiy not technical medical works such as
filed one window at which had stopped.
A young girl was standing at it, appar-
emily trying TO read a pamphlet that was
living open inside. She turned round with
a start "a I stood still behind her and I