The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-09-10
A DUAL SOUL.

On the night of the 10th of June,
1888. | awoke with a loud cry, went
over TO the mantel-piece as well as l
could in the darkness. aud lit i match.
My nervous terror had peopled the
room with all kinds of horrible mental
images. which. wrought to high
pitch of excitement, my imagination
had conjured. was glad when Il
flood of yellow gas-light dissipated
them. and showed TO me the remotest
corners of my bachelor quarters, with
Il glimpse of myself in the big mirror
opposite, with face as white as the
sheets of my deserted bed. / looked
at my watch. 1t was ten minutes
after midnight.
took a cigar from the mantcl- piece
i am great smoker-and sat down
for moment to Try and collect my
ideas. had had horrible dream.
The taking Of the cigar. the lighting
and the smoking of it were all mechan-
zeal actions which performed readily.
When. however. | began to try and re-
call some particulars of my dream. my
mind displayed sluggishness in
grasping the salient points of the
mental vision which had come before
me in my sleep which surprised me.
And yet my dream had been most
vivid and most terrible.
My mind had been wandering long
way off in that iitful unrest. | had
dreamed that | had been in Paris and
that | had seen Il murder.
l had never been in Paris. Where
had ever heard Of the Rue de Rev
erdys 1t was in that street that my
dream had been located 1t all came
back to me rs sat there putting away.
/ could see the victim of my nightmare
lying upon the hearthrug Of Il rather
foreign looking room, well furnished
with paintings and other art objects
upon the walls. The murdered man
for | had seen man stagger and fall
in my sleep--presented dreadful
sight. Blood oozed from terrible
cash in his throat Through the open
window the yellow glare of the street
lamps 1ickered fcebly in the light of
the early dawn. Around me | heard
the rush and roar of a great city
awakening TO another day. Alto
gether had had harrible dream.
am. us you know, an artist. Being
Chicago man l prefer to paint Chi
cago pictures. | don't believe all this
humbug about Il man not being
prophet in his own country. A paint
ing of one of our railroad depots at
night, almost finished. stood on its
easel in an adjoining room. which l
used as studio. J had gone to bed
the night before intending to rise early
nd thrn,, in, ri
in the middle distance There was
just space enough left for man and a
woman. / thought | would throw in
one of those parting scenes which we
casually see in railroad lepots. and
which are sometimes so affecting.
| went out and stood before the pict-
ure, little drowsily; but soon wide
awake and staring open -mouthed at
my canvas. The man and woman,
just as | had conceived them i'll my
mind when | lay down to sleep the
night previous. had been painted.
| looked long and earnestly at the
picture aud felt my senses beginning
TO leave me. The features of the man
| had painted have painted I'M
consciously during the night-were
the leuluIeS VI iuC
in INV dream. in the Rue de Revcrdy.
in the city of Paris
The most remarkable thing, how
ever about this sleep work was that
had entirely alfred my epians regard
inc the two figures. Instead of plac-
inc them in the middle distance | had
brought them boldly into the fore
ground. There they stood, the man
and the woman. He, tall, dark.
rather handsome fellow Of about 80
Years of age with sad, refined face
of the French artist type. and strong.
well-knit limbs, aud altogether hope
full. brave bearing which seemed to
say: Courage, we shall meet agaln.
She. n woman not over 20, with ten
der face. on which we're traces OF
recent tears with reddish, Titianesque
hair blown in kind of graceful. ar
tistic confusion across her charming
ewes and low, white forehead, rs she
stood with one tiny glOved hand in
his, and held up the other with the
| iiuger-tips Just resting on his shoulder.
stood for fully tive minutes looking
at these two figures. There was one
| more remarkable thing aboI> them.
NOT OulN NcIC llttt uillciCbl III oNn ~
aud treatment from anything | had
ever painted before. but they were
absolutely faultless in drawing and
| colorine. 1t was the finest bit OF hg-
ure work | had ever done in my life.
| was absolutely dszed, confounded.
If could paint like that in my sleep
the sooner | discovered the receipt for
doing it-bad dreams or no bad dreams
the better for my reputation as an
| artist.
1t was undoubtedly the finest bit of
work had ever accomplished. 1t was
the making of the whole painting; and
it at once suggested the title.
Seizing brush | painted it in one
| corner OF the canvas with my name
and the date.
called the picture Goodbye"
1t was only o'clock in the morn.
ing. was getting drowsy again.
went back into my bedroom, got into
bed and slept soundly.
/ take mv breakfast at the Cafe Maz
arin. on Michigan avenue, every morn
ing. 1t is handy and close to my stu
dio. l do not. rs usual thing. si'
down TO it before . o'clock. which is g
late hour to breakfast in Chicago.
| The xaiter howevpr always keepS I: