Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-03-25
THE GRAVES SECRETS.

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had loved her 30 madly! Why doe,
one love? How odd that from certain
moment one sees in the world but ont
being, in the heart bat one desire. or
the lips but one name. name which
rises necessarily, which rises from the
depths of the soul like water from it,
source. which rises to the lips, and which
one says, which one repeats, which one
murmurs continually everywhere like q
prayer.
Will tell you our story. Love has
but one, always the same. had met
and loved her. That is all. And had
lived for year in her tenderness, in her
arms, IN her caresses, in her looks, in
her robes, in her words, enwrapped
bound. imprisoned in everything, that
did not know whether was dead OF
alive, on the old earth or somewhere
else.
And then she died. How? do not
know: at least no longer know.
She came home wet one rainy night,
and the next day she was coughing. She
coughed for week and then took to her
bed.
What happened? no longer know.
Doctors came. wrote. went away.
They brought remedies: a woman made
her drink them. Her hands were hot,
her forehead burning and damp, her look
glittering and sad spoke to her; she
answered me. What did we say to each
other? no longer know. have for
gotten everything, everything, every
thing! She died remember very well
her little sigh-her little sigh SO weak
the last. The nurse said. "Ahr' Iun-
derstood understood.
| knew nothing more. nothing. saw
a priest who uttered these words: "Your
sweetheart" 1t seemed to me he insult
ed her. She being dead no one had
any right to know that. | dismissed
him. Another came who was very good.
very gentle. | wept when he spoke to
me of her.
They consulted me about thousand
things in connection with the funeral.
know no more. Still, remember very
well the coffin, the noise Of the hammer
when they nailed her in it. All! my
God
She was buried. Buried Shell In
that hole! A few persons had come
friends went away. ran. A long
time walked the streets. Then | went
home The next day | started on a
journey.
Yesterday returned to Paris.
When saw my room again, our
room, our bed. our furniture, this whole
house, in which was left all that remains
of being after its death, was seized
with such violent renewal of sorrow
that came near opening the window
and throwing myself into the street
Unable longer to live in the midst of
these things, of these walls which had
contained her, sheltered her and which
must keep in their imperceptible assures
thousand atoms of her, of her flesh
and of her breath. took my hat to so
away. Suddenly, just before reaching
the door, passed by the large mirror in
the vestibule, which she had placed there
in order to view herself from head to
foot every day as she welt out, to see if
her entire toilet was correct and pretty.
from her boots to her hair.
And stopped short in front of this
mirror which had so often reflected her.
So often. so often, that it must have pre-
served her image.
There | stood. erect, quivering, with
ewes fixed on the glass, on the fat.
profound empty glass, which had con-
tanned her entirely. possessed her as |, as
nv passionate look had possessed her 1t
seemed to me that loved this glass.
touched it; it was cold Oh, the men,
ory, the memory! Mournful mirror,
burning mirror, living mirror, horrible
mirror, which causes one to suffer all
the torturesl Happy the man whose
heart, like a glass across which refiec-
tons glide and disappear, forgets all
that it has contained. all that has passed
before it, all that has contemplated and
admired itself in its affection. in its Lowell
How | suffered!
went out, and in spite of myself,
without knowing it, without wishing it,
went toward the cemetery. | found
her very simple TOMBSTONE inaiu
cross with these few words upon 1t, "She
loved. was loved and died"
She was there, beneath, decaying!
How horriblel sobbed. my forehead