The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-10-08

cemetery. that where the older dead are
completing their union with the soil,
where the crosses themselves are rum
bling, and where tomorrow the last
corners will be placed. It is full of free
roses, of vigorous and dark Expresses, a
sad and superb garden, enriched with
human flesh.
was alone, entirely alone l crouch
ed beneath green tree / hid myself
completely among its thick and somber
branches,
And Iwaited, clinging to the trunk
like shipwrecked man to spar.
When it was dark, very dark, left
my refuge and began to walk softly,
with slow steps, over this earth filed
with the dead.
wandered about long, long, long.
could not find her grave again. With
hitting against tombs with my hands.
with my feet, with my knees, with my
breast, with my head itself, went on,
without finding her. / touched, felt,
like blind man seeking his way; felt
Of the stones, of the crosses, of the iron
ratings, of the glass crowns, OF the
crowns of faded howersl read the
\ names with my fingers, moving them
over the letters. What night What
! night could not find her again.
No moonl What night was afraid,
frightfully afraid in these narrow paths,
between two rows of gravesl Graves,
graves gravesl Always gravesl To right,
to left, in front, around, everywhere,
gravesl sat down on one of them, for
i could no longer walk, so weak was
in the knees. heard my heart beatl
And heard something else, alsol What
A confused, indescribable soundl Was
this sound in my bewildered head, in the
impenetrable night, or under the mys-
terious earth, under the earth sown with
human corpses9 looked around mel
How long did stay there? do not
know. was paralyzed with terror,
was drunk with fear. ready to scream.
ready to die.
And suddenly it seemed to me that
the slab of marble on which was sit
ting moved. Certainly it moved, as II
some one had lifted it. With q bound
threw myself upon the neighboring tomb
stone, and saw, yes, saw the slab
which had just left rise on its end and
the dead appeared, naked skeleton,
who with his curved back lifted the
stone. saw. | saw very plainly, al
though the night was dark On the
cross could read,
ssHere rests Jacques Olivant, who died
at the age Of 81. He loved his family,
was honest and good and died in the
peace Of the Lord"
Now the dead man also read the words
written on his tombstone. Then he
picked up stone in the path, a small,
sharp stone, and began to scratch out
these things carefully. He effaced them
thoroughly. slowly, looking with his
empty eyes at the place where just now
they were craven, and with the end OF
the bone which had been his index finger
he wrote in luminous letters like those
lines which one traces on walls with the
end Of match;
eHere rests Jacques Olivant, who died
at the age Of 81 BY his harshness he
= s3astAned tire death Of his father, from
whom he wished to inherit; he tortured
his wife, tormented his children. de-
ceived his neighbors, stole when he could
and died miserable"
When he had finished writing the mo-
tionless dead man contemplated his
work And perceived on turning round
that all the graves were open, that all
the bodies had come out, that all had
effaced the lies written by their relatives
on the funeral stone to replace them with
the truth.
And saw that all had been torment
ors Of their kinsmen, hateful, dishonest,
hypocritical, lying, cheating, slandering,
envious; that they had robbed, deceived,
committed every shameful act, every
abominable act - these good fathers,
these faithful wives, these devoted sons,
these chaste young girls, these upright
merchants, these 80 called irreproachable
men and women.
They all wrote at the same time ON
the threshold Of their eternal dwelling
the cruel, terrible and sacred truth of
which everybody on earth is ignorant,
or pretends to be ignorant.
/ thought that she, too, must have
traced it on her tombstone. And run
ming now without fear amid the half
open collins, amid the bodies, amid ths
skeletons, ! went toward her, sure that
should find her at once.
recognized her at q distance, without
seeing her face. wrapped in a shroud.
And on the marble cross where but
short time before Lhad read.
''She loved, was loved and died.
saw these words:
Having gone out one day to deceive
her lover she took cold In the rain and
died"
1t seems that l was picked up uncon-
scious at sunrise, beside q grave.-From
the French of Guy de Maupassant in
New York World.