The Lamar register., 1891-10-17
A DUAL SOUL.
by AUSTIN GRANVILLE.

| 49, ms well as I
could in the darkness. and lit n
match. My nervous terror had peo-
led the room with all kinds OF hor-
rtbln mental images, which, wrought
to n high pitch of excitement. my i'm
agination had coniured was glad
when food OF yellow sas-light dis.
sipated them, and showed to me the
remotest corners OF my bachelor
quarters, with a glimpse OF myself, in
the BIG mirror opposite, with face as
white as ,he sheets of my deserted
bed. looked at my watch. Il was
ten minutes after midnight.
took cigar from the mantel-
| piece-l am great smoker-and
rat down for n moment to try and
/ collect my ideas | had had a hor-
rible dream.
The taking OF the cigar, the lighting
and the smoking of il were all mechan-
ical actions which performed readi-
| ly. When, however, began to try
and recall some particulars OF my
| dream, my mind displayed sluggish
ness in grasplng the salient points OF
the mental vision which had come be-
fore 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 OF Ia that iitful unrest. | had
| dreamed that | had been in Paris,
/ and that had seen murder.
had never been in Paris. Where
| had heard OF the Rue de Reverdy7
| II vas 10 thar street that my dream
Ind been located. IL all came back to
me ~ ] sat there putting away. /
could sea the victim OF my nightmare
! lying upon the hearthrug OF a rather
| iorcign-lookinc room. well furnished,
with paintings and other art objects
upon the wall. The murdered man
| Tor had seen n man stAeser and fall
in my Slecp-present.d a dreadful
sight. Blood OoEed from a terrible
cash in his throat. Through the open
window the yellow glare Of the street
lamps nickeTcd ieebly in the light OF
! the early dawn. Around me ] heard
the rush and roar OF great city
awakening to another day. Altogether
/ l had had horrible dream.
am. rs you know, m artist. Be
ing Chicago man, ! prefer to paint
| Chicago pictures. / don't believe all
! this humbug about n man not being a
prophet in bis own country. A paint
] ing Of one Of our railroad depots at
night, almost finished stood on its
/ easel IN an adjoining room, which /
used n studio Ind gone to bed
! the night before. intending to rise
early and throw IN some more figure
work in the mid lie distance. There
l.ff Frs agt
nnj woman. | thought | would
throw in one OF those parting scenes
which Ne casually see in railroad de
pots, and which are sometimes so
| affecting
I went out and stood before the
picture. little drowsily; but soon
Wite-aWakesnnd staring open-mouth-
ed at my canvas. The man and wo-
man, Just a. had conceived them in
my mind when lay down to sleep the
night previous, had been painted.
looked long and earnestly at the
picture, and felt my senses beginning
10 leave me. The features OF the man
had paintcd-must have painted,
unconsciously during the night-were
the eieatures OF the man lying murder
ed in my dream. in the Rue de Rever-
dy, in the City of Paris.
Tie most remarkable thing, how
ever, about this sleep work was that
had entirely altered my plans
regarding the two figures. In
stead Of placing them in the
middle distance / had brought them
boldly into the foreground. There
thty stood, the man and the woman.
lIn n tall, dark, rather handsome fell
low OF about 80 years OF age, with a
sad, refined face of the French artist
type, and strong. well-knit limbs, and
altogether n hopeful. brave bearing
which seemed to say: Courage, We
will meet again" She, n woman not
over 20, with a tender face, on which
were traces OF recent tears, with red
dish, TTtcihnesque hair, blown IN
graceful confusion across her charm
ing eyes and low, white forehead,
as She stood with one tiny,
gloyed hand in his, and held up the
other with the iinger-tips Just resting
on his shoulder.
stood for fully FIVE minutes ooking
at these two figures. There was one
more remarkable thing about them.
Not only were they different in style
and treatment from anything j had
ever painted before, but they we've ah-
solutely faultIess in drawing and col
oring. 1t was tile finest bit, of figure
work ] had ever done in my life. / was
absolutely dazed, confounded. II l
could paint like that in my sleep, the
sooner | discovered the receipt for do
ing it--bad dreams or no bad dreams
1.-The better for my reputation as an
artist. -.
1t was undoubtedly the finest bit OF
We. k ! had ever accomplished. 1t was
tbs making OF the whole painting; and
it at once suggested the title,
Seizing brush, l painted 1t IN one
corner OF the canvas, with my name
and the date. =,
/ called the picture Goodbye"
1t was only 1 o'clock in the morning.
/ was getting drowsy again. | went
back into my bedroom, got into bed
and slept soundly.
IL
take my breakfast at the Gale
Mazarin, on Michigan avenue, every
morning. 1t is handy and close TO
my studio l do not, as a usual thing,
sit down to it before 8 O'Clock, which is
, a late hour to breakfast in Chicago.
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