The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1894-12-04

Albert. Memory IS at work. can
re cail-my God! what does it mean?"
Albert Giovanni leaned over his sick
friend until their eyes met
st means, Leon that death is even
now grinning at. your elbow knew
that before you passed away reason
would resume her throne and that
you would suffer great mental tor
ture as a punishment of sin and
crime
The sick man made no answer He
lay perfectly still his eyes gradually
assuming a look of agony as a tide of
memory swept through his erstwhile
clouded brain.
Outside the rain was softly falling;
a gust of wind now and then shook
the door and windows of the cabin
1t was rude structure made of rough
pine boards running up and down,
with mud and stick chimney at one
end. The one room was nearly de-
void of furniture Nowhere in all
the wild swamp region of Florida
could there be found a more comfort
less habitation-
The occupants were in keeping with
their surroundings. The sick man
lay on 3 pallet, at one side of which
was a table containing walls of med
icine, including a curiously shaped
bottle partially filed with a white
powder and at the other a bed sim
liar to the one he occupied. He had
one day been man Of fine physique
and extremely handsome, but a vast
ing disease had reduced him to
mere skeleton. nd his sunken
cheeks, pallid features and general
appearance indicated that the candle
Of life was rapidly burning out.
His companion was tall and sinewy.
He looked like college professor just
from a German university with his
dark glittering eyes and his hair fall
ing in unkempt locks around his
shoulders. Quiet and self contained,
there was that about him which dis
closed that his capacity for love or
hate was unbounded
Sitting upright in the bed, ArnOsi
said feeb1 but resolutely:
Tell me everything every thing"
with pleasure. Fourteen months
ago, ArnOsi, you, a leader in New
York society, member of the most
popular city club courted for your
wealth, caressed for your handsome
face, the glass of fashion and the
mold of form, suddenly disappeared
All yonr world wondered; no one
could do more, for you left neither
trace nor word ehlnd you
DIR. Albert Giovanni. the cele-
brated physician, the famous savant,
also disappeared exactly at the same
time The New York dailies printed
columns about US, the magazines pub
lished various theories, reporters and
detectives vainly searched for US; and
to this hour our disapp is one
of the mysteries of the metropolis,
never, perhaps, to be explained Yet
one of the papers that employed
corps Of detectives to find US gave the
key to it in a little eight-line item
stating that the lovely Marie Gordon,
step-sister to DR.. Giovanni had lost
her mind, and was to be sent to a pri-
vate sanitarium in the interior Of
Florida. with the hope that a change
of scene and climate mig hit restore
mental and physical health
''Arnosi, you broke her heart,
wrecked her life The love that
would have given the wealth of the
world to win-sacrifced honor-aye,
even life itself to possess-you threw
aside as a child would cast away a
broken toyi I loved her secretly, it
is true, yet none the less passionately,
and when she told me that she could
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