New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-09-23

able reminders of breakfasts which
have preceded mine, close alongside
my plate in the particular place by
the window he always reserves for me.
The "Daily Trumpet" was there
that morning as usual. I ordered my
breakfast and began to read. ..5~
Almost the first thing my eye fell on
was a foreign telegram, bearing a Paris
date:
"a horrible murder was committed
early this M ornlng in the Rue de Rever-
dy. An artist named Guisac is the vic
tim. Guisac was found in his studio by
the concierge with his throat cut from
ear to ear. Deceased was a man ranking
high in the profession. His picture
Ia Bernhardt," hung in the last
years salon, brought him prominent
ly into notice. The murderer is still at
large.
The paper fell from my hands. I
leaned back in my chair a prey to a
variety Of the strangest emotions
which ever agitated the human breast:
Icannot convey any idea of the ex-
traordinary impression produced on
my mind by the reading of the para
graph. 1hung around town in morbid
condition for two or three days. At
the end of that time I determined to
start for Paris.
Itook with me in my mind photo
graph of the picture which I had fin
ished in my sleep. I was profoundly
affected by the whole affair, and said
nothing to anybody.
The ocean trip somewhat restored
11ovr 81 d.
| arrived in Paris I had persuaded
| myself that I had added the two fig
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.
l had even persuaded myself that
| my dream and it's confirmation by
| cable in the morning paper were mere
coincidence.
Still was possessed ofan Unsuitable
longing to solve this mystery.
! put up at little hotel off the Rue
D'Antoine, and slept soundly with the
roar of Paris IN my ears.
| Next morning I sent for a commits
sionalre. lam very tolerable French
scholar.
"What is your best paper here?"
was my first question.
'"There are several,' was the reply.
'"The Gallois is a good journal-as
| good as any, in fact"
| "Go and get me the Gallois OF date
| June IT,"
In half an hour it was in my hands.
Isoon found the account of the MUIR
der. And enormous headline called
attention to it. 1t had been evidently
the sensation OF the day. There was
a column and a half OF it, as we'll as
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
after 5 o'clock on the morning, the
body having been found at a little
after by the concierge, when it was
still warm. Roughly estimating the
difference in time between Paris and
Chicago at five and a half hours, Mon
sleur Guisac must have met his death
at about the time when [ dreamed /
saw him lying with his throat cut,
upon the hearth-rug
1mpelled now by an irresistible i'm
pulse to sift this mystery to to the very:
| bottom, | called upon the Project OF
Police, and persuaded him to permit
me to visit the scene Of the murder.
I told him nothing. To this day he
believes was impelled 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 I was visibly affected.
"Monsieur finds it to warm" he
said politely and threw up a window
(Which room was the studio"
asked, my voice strangely thick anc
husky. Instinctively I dreaded tc
enter the apartment which had beer
the scene of that horrible nightmare
the influence Of which was now begin
ming to reassert itself strangely. My
heart almost ceased beating as thu
officer threw back the portiere, anc
passing by him I entered the apart
ment.
A small painting stood upon al
) easel near one Of the windows. With
uncertain footsteps, and a brain Whlrl
ing with the strangest emotions which
every man experienced, approached
} it. There was not quite light enough
; to see it distinctly. I drew up tn.
| curtain and let the sunlight stream in
to the darkened chamber
The next moment I had uttered {
> loud cry, tottered and fallen helpless
upon my kness, at the foot of tn,
, easel.
There, upon small canvas, was {
: sketch, in oil, colored and drawn will
a master-hand. It was a study O
; two persons, in the act OF leave-tak
ing. They stood bodily in the fore
=. ground of the picture. A tall, dark
handsome man, the counterpart o
the figure in my Chicago picture. will
: the same sad and striking expression
: on. his face with the brave soul shin
3 ing through it: a. woman, the very