Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-09-10

once, but She dteA yea know, ana Snem she was not beauttfuA Why did she dia I wonders Did he give her something better to drink, or was 1t because he did not love herf She used to say if ever he did she should not live I said so too of my love, but when he wrote and said he did not want me any moro l only laughed II could not help it. It was when they told me my love loved me still-when saw it in his face I wished was dead. And then, you know, there came some thing cold here," and she clasped her hand over her bosom where the unknown murderer had struck her the destardly blow. "But did not die then, not till my love said must Lt was to show him how I loved him died. hope be knew. trusted him. For he said I will not let you sleep on, will come and wake you; will say'--he would say my name. must not tell you 1t, because after l have been dead shall have @ new One-hs will choose 1t My love will say my name and shali wake, and then--and then-but even then am his wife" She paused, then went on very slowly, "Perhaps he will die-yes perhaps dn an awe-struck whisperHI do not wish 1t no it would be murder. know now whenever he look ed at me he wished her dead, and she died Was 1t because he wished itS l hope not, because it was l who made him wish it. and I feel had made her die shall be the same when my love comes and wakes me. Yes" with sigh ''when he comes. But (wearily(-he is long. And am 30 afraid should not be if he were there wes there all alone and 1t was so dark and so cold. I could not feel his hand or see his dear face, and then I knew that wRs dead-dead until he comes to wake me- When will he come, wonderH Will he find me the same, or aHA &hn~r Sa are like this, " and she held alof% the skull; !; .'but shall not be, because he will wake me and find me beautiful still Will he come?
 Till now had stood rooted to the spot, chained by the fascination of that silvery voice but when it ceased l sprang for ward to put an end to this strange play acting, of which could not understand the meaning.
 ''Madoline, Madeline, am here, awake awake, am here-"
 She springs forward into the room, the skull falls with hollow sound to the floor as she raises her long white arms, and advances towards me with swift gliding step as of one who walks on air.
 "Who callsp" she says and her eyes fix themselves upon me 'Who calls2 Is it is it-you" And she places both hands Oh anu PCO1E AhOO AAy ANSS" ''Youf YouR Who are youS An, ah," and she spranR from me; al know, know, he has sent you but I will not move nor speak for you-only he dead until my love calls. Twill not wake for you-no-noP and snatching the skull from the ground she held 1t once moro above her head, and bursting into peal of sAvery laughter, cried Rai1y, '.I will wake for no one but my love-tiu then they think 1 am Nike this-see, like this. They do not know l am beautiful stilNno one but he, my love-"
 With a sudden movement dart forward to seize her, but she is too quick for me she turns, and but catch sight of her white robe floating behind her as she vanishes between the velvet curtains her wild but musical laugh echoing be- hind her. Breathless, listen till it dies away, then turn to Linden, his face is hidden in his hands but tear them down a:id force him to look up at me. "What does this meanf Speak, man, for Gods sake" shriek-
 ''Can you not guessi l would have broken 1t to you gently, but she came" "But," say, 'sshe does not know mel Those words--that dress-the-skuu-- can 1t be? Oh God, not that-for pfty's sake not that-say she is not bereft ot her senses-say she is not-madP' What more answer can need than the unspoken one of the young artAstS Ht
 turns away his head