Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-09-21

III say Will ~ NbCll'
The remnant of my tale is of length
To tire your patience,
for the years that followed were not en-.
tirely without their events, but | pass
over them all.
Instead of drowning myself, | had
amassed wealth. had chased the
shining dollars with the same spirit a
despairing wretch takes a dose of poison.
| was rich man and a great man, but
oh. how ! hated the wealth" and the
greatness"
could never forget that year of my
youth; it hung like ghost on my every
movement.
Well, | went to Europe, for what oh.
ject hardly know, unless it was to for
get myself i'll the multitude of new
sights and scenes. | was in my room in
the Hotel Beauvais, in the proud old
city" Of Marseilles, full Of wealth and
rich with works Of art.
Europe! France! She had come tc
Europe after her marriage; her hus.
band was Frenchman; and I-perhaps
| was in the same country with her.
had heard but very little concerning
her fate, and that was only some init.
nation that the Count de Nauvineauy
had turned out badly, and that Mr..
Spencer never received letters from his
daughter. But | took this as mere
scandal and thought little of it,
In France found my old love to visit
and dream over ancient things reviving
the contemplation of that dead, yet ever
living greatness that fills us with
thoughts beyond the reaches of oui
souls" and | sailed out to sauntel
through the older and more time worn
haunts of the town,
had been visiting the moldering re.
mains of a once celebrated triumphaI
arch, and not far from this, wandering
among the proud relics of a long aban.
doned Roman church, when my return.
ing steps led me through a narrow
winding street. Many parts Of it were
so filthy and loathsome that | almost
feared the contagion of some disease
and surely in this dark spot the dagger
Of the assassin might naturally be
looked for
1t was i'll this place, and engaged in
reflections natural to it, that | was
startled, almost alarmed, by the shril
cry of female voice-she herself, a
ragged, dirty, gypsy looking woman
running out into the street from dool
quite near me. "Mon Dieu Mon Dieu
Ellie est folle." she exclaimed, Fastening
up to me; and then perceiving that was
a fnIai a continual l,,,a
Anglais!' and half drew me in the door
Surely | do not know how many
flights Of stairs we climbed up before
we came to "A little green door without
latch or panel, but we came to such a
one, and the gypsy woman cautiously
opened it.
The whole apartment could be com
pretended in all its parts in one glance
for certainly it was not more than ten
feet square and much less that in
height. But the most noticeable appur.
tenance of the apartment was "a low rag
covered bed in one corner, and as the
door creaked behind us. form started
up wildly from it, any looked at me
with a terrible, unearthly stare. She
was very, very beautiful woman Hel
face was as cold and colorless as block
of marble; her Jet hair hung loosely AND
wildly about her shoulders, and hel
eyes, Oh, how bright, how glazing they
We're! 1t might have been minute
that we stood thus gazing at each other
AT last | took step toward her and
addressed her kindly in English, when