The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-08


cosmlc theories The young woman.
putting her fine head aud her little hand
through the doorway called him hV his
name. and said 10 him with a slightly
English accent:
Dearest, You forget me, that is badr'
When the coupe had gone away, I asked
my lllustrious associate who were this
charming person and her companion.
what! ~ he answered me, YOU do not
know Miss Morgan and her Doctor
llaoud, who treats all diseases by magne-
tlSm, hypnotism, and suggestion? Annie
Morgan Is the daughter of the richest
merchant of Chicago She came TO Paris
with her mother two years ago. and she
mas mad marvellous hotel constructed
/ on the Avenue de rImperauice She is
[ very cultivated person, and of remark
/ able intelligence"
You do not surprise me, " answered,
/ Il had already some reason to think that
this American lady was of very serious
| mind"
My brilliant compeer smiled and
! pressed my hand.
| l regained on foot the Rue Saint
jacques, where / have been living for
thirty years in a modest lodging from the
| upper part of which descry the the tops
of the trees Of the Luxembourg, and l sat
down to my table to work.
l remained there three days, diligent,
face to face with a statuette representing
| the goddess Pacht with her head of a cat.
This little monument bears an inscription
misunderstood by M Grebault | pre-
! pared good discourse on it with a com
| mentary. My adventure of the institute
left me an impression less vivid than
might have been feared. / was troubled
| by 1t by no means excessively. To speak
truly, had even forgotten it somewhat,
| and new Circumstances were needed to re
vive in me the remembrance of it.
So had time to bring to a successful is
sue during these three days, my discourse
| and my commentary. ! only interrupted
my archaeological labor to read the papers,
all filled with my praises. The sheets,
the strangest TO erudition, spoke with
eulogy of the charming composition"
| which ended my memoir. ut is a revela-
ton, said they, and Nj. Pigeonneau con-
trived for us most agreeable surprise"
do not know why repeat such trihes,
| for l remain quite Indifferent to what is
said of me in the press.
Now l was shut up in my study for
three days, when pull at the bell-cord
had in it something imperious, fantastic
and unknown which troubled me, and it
was with real anxiety that / went my
self to open the door. Whom did find on
the landing? The young American girl
| lately so attentive to the reading of my
memoir, Miss Morgan in person.
Monsieur Pigeonneau"
81 am he"
81 recognize you plainly, although you
| have no longer your fine coat with green
palms. But pray, do not put it on for me-
| like you much better in your robe de
| chambre."
Imade her come into my study She cast
a curious glance upon the papyrus,
| the engravings and figures of every sort
| that adorned it to the ceiling; then she
| considered some time in silence the God
dess Pacht, that was on my table.
Finally:
She is charming" she said
"You mean, mademoiselle, this little
monument? 1t presents in effect rather
| curious geographic point. But may L
know to what l owe the honor of your
| visit7''
ooh - she replied, 81 laugh at cpl
face of exquisite delicacy. You do not
doubt that this is real goddess, Mon
sieur Pigeonneau2"
defended myself from this injurious
suspicion.
"Such a belief" I said, would be
| fetichism."
She looked at me with surprise in her
| large green eyes.
'Ah you are not a fetichist. thought
| you could not be an arch@ologist without
| being fetichist. How can Pacht inter-
! est you if you do not believe that she is a
| goddess2 But let US leave that alone 1
have come to see you, Monsieur Pigeon
neau, on very important affair"
| Very lmpOrtantF'
| Eyes, for a costume. Look at me-"
| with pleasure"
"Do you not find that have in my pro-
| file certain characteristics of the Kous-
chite race?"
l did not know what to answer. Such
| a conversation was altogether a depart
ure from my custom. She resumed:
ooh! that is not astonishing. Iremem-
| Der having been an Egyptian. And you,
| Monsieur Pigeonneau, have you been an
| Egyptian? You do not remember? That is
| strange. You do not doubt, at any rate
| that we pass through a series of success
| i've inCarnatiOnSR'
81 do not know, mademoiselle."
"You surprise me, Monsieur Pigeon
neau.
"Will you tell me- mademoiselle, to what
am indebted for the honor"
"That is true. have not yet said that
| came to beg you to help me to compose
an Egyptian costume for the fancy ball of
| the Confines N. / wish a OsJume
of an exact truthfulness and of over
| whelming beauty. have already worked
much at it, Monsieur Pigeonneau. Ihave
| consulted my recollectlOnS, Tor L remem-
| Der very well having lived at Thebes six
! thousand years ago. l have had designs
| from London, Boulak and New York"
THAT was surer."
mol Nothing is surer than internal
| revelations. l have also studied the
| Egyptian museum of the Louvre. 1t is
full of ravshing things Forms slender
! and pure profles of a sharp refinement,
women who have the air of flowers, with
something of rigidity and suppleness at
the same time! And a god Bes who re-
sembles Sarcey! Mon Dieu How fine
| all that is ~
"Mademoiselle, still do not know
| we'll"
"That is not all l went to hear your
memoir on the costume of woman of the
middle empire and took notes 1t was
a little duh, your memoir. But l studied
it very hard. With all these documents
have composed costume. 1t is not yet
quite right; come to ask you to correct
it for me. Come to see me tomorrow,
dear monsieur. Do this for the love of
Egypt. 1t is understood. Tomorrow!
will leave you quickly. Mamma waits
for me in the carriage"
Pronouncing these last words, she few
away; / followed her. When l reached
the antechamber, she was already at the
foot of the staircase, whence her clear
voice came up:
"a domain! Avenue du Bois-de-Bou-