The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1891-09-24

my menCal equilibrium. by the time
arrived in Paris | had persuaded
myself that 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
temporary lapse of memory.
had even persuaded myself that
my dream and it's confirmation by
cabl9sin the morning paper were mere
coincidence.
Still was possessed of an Unsuitable
longing to solve this mystery.
put up at q little hotel off the Rue
DAntoine, and slept soundly with the
roar of Paris III my ears.
Next morning | 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 ray hands.
soon 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
column and half OF it, as well 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 S o'clock on the morning, the
body having been found at little
after 6 by the concierge, when it was
still warm. Roughly estimating the
difference in time between Paris and
Chicago at five and q half hours, Mon
sieur Guisac must have met his death
at about the time when | dreamed l
saw him lying with his throat cut,
upon the hearth-rug
Impelled 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.
| told him nothing. To this day he
believes l 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 | was visibly affected.
Monsieur finds it 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 whicl. was now begin
ming to reassert Itse'f strangely. My
heart almost ceased beating as the
officer threw back the portiere, and
passing by him l entered the apart
ment.
A small painting stood upon an
easel near one of the windows. With
uncertain footsteps, and q 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 q
loud cry, tottered and fallen helpless
upon my kness, at the foot of the
easel.
There, upon q small canvas, was q
sketch in oil, coIored and drawn with
a master-hand. 1t was study of
two persons, i'll the act of leave-tak-
ing. They stood bodily in the fore
ground OF the picture. A tall, dark,
handsome man, the counterpart of
the figure in my Chicago picture, with
the same sad and striking expression
on his face with the brave soul shin
ing through it; 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 the man shoulder and the
other hand clasped in his. l Hooked at
the title, and amazement grew upon
amazement. 1t was also the very
counterpart of my own. The pic
ture was named lies AdieuX."
The voice of the officer aroused me:
They say there is a 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 q week before he committed
suicide"
"Monsieur Guisac asnot murdered
them"
"No. That was the theory ut 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 Of
Monsieur Guisac's effects revealed d
small package. 1t contained his will
in which he stated his intention o.
taking his own life and bequeathine
to Mile. Helene Michaud rythine
he had in the world.
| had been captivated by the
picture OF the woman with the tender
face and Titianesque hair. I sought
her out and spoke to her concerning
the tragic death of Monsieur Guisac
"He had wronged another woman,
she said coldly. II told him to go to
her; that l had done with him for
ever"
She was unmoveG. She smiled upor
me with her charming eyes. | was
disgusted and left Paris. When
reached Chicago l found an officiou'
friend had been talking about my
picture. Orders have flowed in upor
me since, and the name OF Georg
Courtenay has become famous in TIN
world of Western art; but the inspira
ton which was derived from m!
spiritual jointure with the man wht
suicided in the Rue de Reverdy ha
died with him, and unique among tn
productions of my brush stands tn
painting which is known to the art
loving public as "Courtenay's Good
bye" ..
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