The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-09-11
THE DELUSION OF DIR. BARDAIO.
Erom tie Msr York Recorder.

From the Nes York Recorder.
"You are dead mann said the doctor,
looking intently at Anatole.
Apstols staggered.
He bad come gayly 30 pass the evening
with his old friend, DR.. Bardsis, tbs Illus
trious savHnt whose works on venomous
substances are known all over the world,
whose nobility of heart and almost pAternal
goodness Anatole had learned 10 know bet
ter than any other living soul; and now,
without the least hesitation or preparation,
he heard this terrible representation issue
from those authoritative lipsl
Unhappy child, what have you dsne"
continued the doctor.
Nothing that l know Of" atammered
Anatole, greatly agitated.
TAX your memory, tell me what you
have eaten or drrnk-what you have in
haledr
The last word was ray of light TO Ana
tole. That very morning he had received a
letter from one Of his friends who was
travelling in India; in the letter was a flower
plucked on the bank Of the Ganges by the
traveller strangely formed red flower.
| the perfume OF which-he now recalled the
| fact vividly-had appeared to him TO be
singularly penetrative. He hastily drew
from his pocketbook and produced the let
ter with its contents and handed them to
| the savant
"No doubt is possiblep' cried the doctor ::
lit is the Pyramenensis IndicaI the deadly
flower, the flower Of bloodp
''Then.-you-really thinkp-
"Alasl am sure OF It"
cat what hour did you open that fatal
letter.
"This morning at O'Clock"
"Well, tomorrow morning, at the same
| h0TF at the mi IN fnI
you say, you will feel pain in your heart
and all will be over"
And you know OF no remedy-no means
Off
.'Nonep said the doctor.
And, covering his face with his hands, he
sank Into chair overcome by grief.
In face or the profound emotion of his
Old friend, Anatole understood that he was
really condemned.
He hurried from the DOCTORS house like a
mad man. His forehead bathed in cold
Precipitation, his ideas all confused. going he
knew not whittier, he sped on and on amid
the darkness of the night, taking no heed of
the loneliness of the streets he was trsvers-
i ing. For long time he pursued this blind
course, until at length, finding a bench, he
| sank down upon it.
| How May hours had he still to liver
He had been like man stunned by blow
on the head; bis bewilderment was over
| come now and he began TO reassemble his
| dislocated ideas.
that OF a man condemned to death. But, by
the way, how long have got to livef'
He looked at his watch.
Three O'Clock in the morningl- lit is time
TO go to bed. To bed waste in sleep my
last six hours Not IL l know it have
something better than that todo. But WHAT
OF course to make my will"
A - g. -
entered it.
"Gareon, bottle of champagne-and ink
and paper"
ITO whom shall bequeath my 6, 600
francs years l have neither father nor
mother-happily for theml Amongst the
persons who interest me, see only one
| Nieette."
Nicette was a charming girl of Is, with
| blonde tresses and large black eye3; an
orphan like himsef-a community in mis-
fortune which had long established between
them secret and complete sympathy.
! His last will and testament was speedily
drawn up; universal legatee, Nicette.
Poor Nicette," be unused, ''she was very
sad when last saw her. Her guardian.
| knows nothing of the world outside his class
Of wind instruments at the Couservatorie
\ de Muslque, bad taken upon himself to
| promise her hand to brute of an amateur
| Of fencing whom she detests-the more be-
| cause she mas given her heart to somebody
else. Who is that happy mortal2 haven't
the least idea, but he is certainly worthy of
her. or she would never have chosen him.
And now / come to think Of it, what him
ders me from becoming the knight errant OF
Nioettel My fate is settled--at 9 o'clock-
after that it will be too late; now. therefore,
is the time for actionl The hour is a little
unusual for visiting people, but when / re
fleet that five hours hencs shall be no
more 1 conclude that have no time for
standing on etiquette. Forward Ny life
for Nicette"
1t was 4 o'clock in the morning when he
rang at the door OF M. Bouvard. the
guardian OF Nicette. He rang once, twice,
! and, at the third tug, broke the bell wire.