The Lamar register., 1891-10-17

| Tue paper fell from my hands, |
leaned back in my chair a prey to a
variety OF the straneest emotions
winch ever agituted the human breast.
| cannot convey any idea OF the ex-
eraordinary impression produced on
my mind by the reading of the para
graph. hung around town in morbid
condltion Tor two or three days. At
the end OF that time I determined to
start for Paris.
took with me in my mind a photo
graph OF the picture which had fin
ished IN my sleep, | was profoundly
affected by the whole affair, and snid
nothing to anybody.
The ocean trip somewhat restored
my mental equilibrium. By the time
| arrived in Paris | had persuaded
myself that | had added the two fg.
ures TO the picture In my waking mo
ments, and that over application to
my beloved art had brought ON a
temporary lapse OF memory.
had even persuaded myself that
my dream and its confirmation by
cable IN the morning paper were mere
| coincidence.
Stlll ! was possessed ofan Unsuitable
longing TO solve this mystery.
| put up at little hotel off the Rue
ID Antoine, and slept soundly with the
roar OF Paris IN my ears.
Next morning | sent for n commits
sionaire. lam very tolerable French
scholar.
What is your best paper here7"
was my first question.
There are several, was the reply
The Ga!lois is n good iournal--as
| good as any, In fact"
Go and get me the Gallois Of date
juno II"
IN half an hour it was in ray hands.
soon found the account OF the emur-
der. And enormous headline called
attention to it,, IL had been evidently
the sensation OF the day. There was
column and a half OF 1t, as well ns
an editorial consisting largely of hints
TO the police as to how they should
best discover the murderer.
By reading these. found out that
the murder had been committed shortly
alter > o'clock on the morning, the
body having been found at n little
after q by the concierge, when il was
still warm. Roughly estimating the
difference in time between Paris and
Chicago at five and half hours. Mon
sleyir Guisac must have met his death
at about the time when | dreamed /
saw him lying with his throat cut,
upon the hearth-rug
lmpelied now by an irresistible i'm
pulse TO siit this mystery 70 to the very
bottom, ] called uDon the Prefect of
Police, and persuaded him to permit
me to VISIT the scene OF the murder
told him nothing. To this day he
believes | was impellcd to it by mere
curiosity. The body of the dead
artist had been removed, OF course
but nothing in his rooms had been dis
turbed. trembled violently as | en-
tered the vestibule, and turned some
what pale.
The officer who accompanied me no.
ticed that was yisibly affected.
Monsieur finds il to warm" he
said politely and threw up window.
Which room was the studio?"
asked, my voice strangely thick and
husky. Instinctively | dreaded to
enter the apartment which had been
the scene of that horrible nightmare,
the influence of which was now begin
ming to reassert itself strangely. My
heart almost ceased beating as the
officer threw back the portiere, and
passing by him | entered the apart
ment.
4 small painting stood upon an
easel near one of the windows With
uncertain footsteps, and a brain whirl-
ing with the strangest emotions which
every man experienced, / approached
it. There was not quite light enough
to see it distinctly. | drew up the
curtain and let the sunlight stream in
to the darkened chamber.
The next moment | had uttered a
loud cry, tottered and fallen helpless
upon my kness, at the foot of the
easel.
There, upon a small canvas, was a
sketch in oil, colored and drawn with
a master-hand. IL was study oi
two persons, IN the act OF leave-tak-
ing They stood body in the fore
ground of the picture. A tall, dark,
handsome man, the counterpart oil
the figure in my Chicago picture. wit h
the same sad and striking expression
on his face with the brave soul shin,
ing through it; n woman, the very
reproduction of this conception and
execution OF my sleeping moments,
on whose tender face, the trace of re-
cent tears was marvellously delineat.
ed, and about whose low white fore
head and over whose charming eyes
her hair, of Titianesque red, was
blown by the breeze, leant with one
hand upon theman's shoulder and the
other hand clasped in his. looked at
the title. and amazement grew upon
amazement. 1t was also the very
counterpart of my own. The pic
ture was named LES Adieux."
The voice OF the officer aroused me:
They say there is romantic story
connected with that picture. You
see it is the portrait of Monsieur
Guisac painted by himself The
woman he was to have been married
to, but they quarreled and parted
Just a week before he committed
suicide"
Monsieur Guisac was not murdered
them"
"No. That was the theory Mt first,
but it was. afterward abandoned.
Mile Helene Michaud-that was the
| lady's name-came forward and
threw an entirely new light upon the
subject. A more through search oil
Monsieur Guisac's effects revealed II
small package. 1t contained his will,
-, p.hich ba CT afa1 bis intention nj