Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-06
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 "To kill myselfl' she echoed, with a shiver. "Oh, mol And yet Tell me!' she broke off, with wistful eagerness of mein and gaze. Do you knoao that I-I sought to take my own life?''
 While her dark eyes devoured him he replied with the utmost tenderness: "I don't know it, but surmise 1t. When they brought you here little while ago they told me that you had been seen as you sprang into the river-that some one made the effort to save you and"
 He paused, there. He shrank from pronouncing the word failed" It ap- peared to him that she saw how he so shranlz, and hence he was wholly un- prepared for the helpless manner in which she now shook her head, feebly 1 faltering: .--~,s
 'I don't remember It's all a-a va- cancy, a nothingness, when seek to recollect.''
 Gerald leaned toward her with great compassion in his looks.
 "You recall your name, surely, do you not?"
 My name, my name?" she answered, lowing her head. She let it stay thus for quite awhile, then, lifting it, she burst into tears. "No, mo-" she cried; ''1 can't even remember my name. Il only know that I'm here-that wasn't happy and had horrible fancies. A long time ago, I mean. Oh, it seems like ages and ages ago!'' She fell backwards in the chair and her sobs, deep though not tumultuous, broke the stiffness.
 Then, a few seconds later, something else broke it as well. Gerald started up. Crawford Clyde had quietly entered the room.
 Gerald went with him as much apart as possible. They spoke in quick whispers.
 Clyde, Clyde, it has succeeded!"
 'No, Gerald, you're not in earnest?''
 "Then I've never lbeen."
 "My God, man! And she"
 '"rhey brought her in dead-rigid. She was seen to attempt suicide; they could not save her; they were too late. 1t happened uptown on the East side off one of the wharves there. To look at her was to sec death in her face Then l applied the elixir. It literally summoned back her soul. There she Is now. Look how piteously she's cry ing. Her mind Is yet wrapped in hazes, like some landscapes at earliest morn. She's beautiful, very beautiful. I've never seen woman's face that so fas- cinated me-"
 Clyde had grown pale He glanced keenly at the form of the woman, seated some distance away. She had ceased to weep, but her face was full of heart-breaking woe. With the dark volumes of her raiment undulating from her bosom to the floor, she looked like a Magdalen painted by some artist of rare gift.
 "Whatever 1t all means" Clyde now said, ''she must be aided at once" He put his hand on Gerald's shoulder. "You're knocked over by this affair."" he went on. "Leave every thing to me. There," and he forced his interlocuter into near seat "Rest yourself a little" Gerald obeyed him, and 1t now seemed to the young mans own mind that he was on the verge of swooning away. The room appeared to fill with whitish mist. Through it he presently saw the dull, fattish, genteel visage of his land- lady. Was there ever such stupid face, he thought, as that of this poor Mrs. Brawne? Clyde spoke with her, did he not? Yes; some of the words came to Gerald's ears like those ghosts of words we call echos. His friend was talking about her. Were he and Mrs. Brawne taking her away? Well, at least they were leading her from the room, sup porting her between them.
 Herewith, Gerald yielded to the lan- guor which overcame him. He dimly realized that 1t was caused by reaction after the strain he had endured. He had no idea how long time passed be- fore Clyde again stood near him.
 "She's all right for the present, my boy. That landlady of yours is very and don't think she has intelligence enough to feel in the ! least scandalized by-But Geraldl Look here, now; what's the matter? Why, 1 you're in a cold sweat! You're ill.,
 "I-I was," returned Gerald, trying to smile.
 He felt Clyde's fingers at his pulse. "You must have a stimulant; think
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