The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1894-07-19

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"zT WILL STOP THIS PAIN
cure me. it viii st ,p thi. PAINTS the
| Onl,' way. Look at my head. Sec how
! | am suffering: 1t viii drag mo down to
| deaf \.
| As she sat Their, her wonderful head
| of hair fell around her like an envelop-
ing cloud, its edges resting up IN the
| floor. Why did | attem t to obey?
Why did | reach out a tremulOus hand
for that comb. and why did take hold
| of those thick strands of hair. the
touch of hich sent slivers of intense
GOODNESS through my hands and arms
as if | were toying with stinEs of SER
penis: | cannot tell YOU, my friends.
but believe re when | say that that
sensation of cold Is here yet. and that
| feel it now. \ horrible fascination
came upon me as | set to work. Cold
and heat by turns struck mo deep in
dead, toying with hair cold and dank
from the to nh. Oh, it wa, dreadful,
and yet it wa, heavenly.
! Gradually my strength came to me.
] was an adept in the use of a comb. for
almost daily | was wont TO comb and
| braid my horse name. | couldn't sec
whether an expression of comfort had
stolen over tina, white face. but e ,uld
| hear that low athiny, that softened
| 2roan which III ans relief from pain.
as proceeded with my work Separ-
ating that Luxurious growth into sew
eral parts. | took up each in turn and
c mbed it to its full leugth. Then
| gatherinr them all toy ether | began to
braid Thorn, and as my finger, lost
more and more the stiffness which fear
| had caused went faster and faster to
the end. She b wed her head and con-
tinued to give forth those >oftencd
| groans which seemed almost like the
| purring OF Il cat.
suddenly she murmurCd Il word of
I thanks ard. rea hing out quickly, took
the comb from my hand ana darte out
OF the room, disappearing in the dark
ness of the half-Opcncd door. more like
u spc>.ter than ever.
The moment | found myself alone
there came upon me that daEcd feeling
50 common to any IN. escaping from
the chains of some dreadful night
mare. The spell was broken, all sense
of fear had vanished and could feel
the bl cd tingliny back into my vein ,
again. was enraSed at my own weak
mes. / felt like man who had been
trickcd and gullcd by mi chief-lOving
friends. | determined to follow the
midnight visitant, and s, rang after
her, but the door was locked. / threw
myself against it with furious on
slaught. 1t held firmly, however.
Just then my horse. which had tied at
the porte ccchere. gave a long, loud
neigh OF Impotence. 1t startled me
strangely. for it seemed to be the call
OF a friend to hasten out OF the chateau
where my fOolhardiness might cost INC
my life. | Obeyed. and. dashing down
the stairway a the risk OF breakin =
my neck J groped my way outdoors
and sprang into the saddle. The faith
iul an NAL seemed overjoyed to have
me on his back again. and was Off with
a bound. How long we took tjreach
Ro3en. | don't know. Not long. for the
animal kept up wild pace. My orderly
was waiting tor me. and | think he
mutt red something about a hard ride
as | turned away.
need hardly tell you that there was
not much sleep for me that night. \,
times it Sc med to me as if had mere
lv fallen asleep in my easy chair. for
had not undrrssed. aud dream I'd it all.
But no: | could icel one package OF
Saint-Gerys letters which | had tnrus,
into my breast pocket. pressing agains,
my body. Eut. more than this. there
twisted around the button of my coat
and entangled in the metal lace were
several long silken hairs o. golden
tinge. They were from the head OF the
beautiful ghost OF Castle Saint-;;cry
There could be no mistake about it
They had been detached in the comb
ing, and had fastened them-elve> &c
Ind, ns.,1 no,
was no cream about it. 1t was solid
terrible, awful reality. CAREFUL I'M
winding these hairs. [ rolled them ny
and pat them away III an envelope.
Tire moment had swallowed little
b"ca 1fast | set out t, find Saint-Ger,
t. give him his letters, t. tel him O
my stra ge adventure in tho old cla
teau, and to ask him for an eXplana
ton. Judge of my surprise-nay. my
amazement-to find that he had aban
doned his Tod sings late the night be.
fore. Where had h gone: No one
knew: no one seemed {, know anything
about him. | appealed to the police
bit he could rot be found in 70, en-
The mystery WIS deeper than ever
and again | was inclined to think tina,
some notwithstanding friend had beer
playing trick upon me. But there
"e.E iHc ieitet>. AAiee IaChaSeS. Jus
as l had taken them from the Saint
Gerry writing desk. and there were the
hairs found clinging TO the button, an0
gold lace Of my coat. and my orderly
100. assured me with smile that hat
gatloped mad!y up to the garrison a
little after O'clock. my horse being
covered with foam. 1t had certainl,
been a ten-mile gallop. my or..erlt
i. thought.
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