The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-08-18

der 20 wind Il up. Il commenced 10 stFihe'
and went on striking hundreds and nun
dreds Of times-I counted 20 strokes, and
then lost the reckoning.
L noticed sort Of little screw-tap at
the edge Of my bed near the wall Out
Of impatient curiosity twisted It around
two or three times
The bed thereupon gave a deep sign or
groan, and I felt myself sinking down
and down. until the bed was fiat as sheet
Of paper 1 jumped UP in a fury. What
was ity Oh, yes; of course, II was an ar
bed. and I had simply let out the air
But began TO get savage Not only were
my servants stupid. but everything else
was playing the fOol-pictures, bed moon
etc, etc. But / grew determined.
NO" ] said TO myself, I Will not leave
the castle. 1 shall stay here will break
in these servants. subdue the servants,
modify the clocks. and Suddenly
something stopped my reflections. what
was It? The sound Of ethereal music, just
as If the voice of some angel had been
waited TO my ears l could not imagine
where II came from, but IL seemed to be
near and distant by turns, and II deeply
excited my feelings. Then II vanished al
together-but not until I had been quite
enchanted. had now forgotten the anx-
ieties connected with my new household
1 opened the windOy, gazed into the
ed out on the courtyard, but no sound
was audible save the occasional barking
of a dog. 1 went out into the corridor,
and as I stopped TO listen to the echo OF
my own footsteps 1 heard the voice again.
1t sounded now as though II were De
meath me. 1t was a beautiful melancholy
voice, which was not singing worried
song, but a sort of fantasia. such as dc
tated by impulse-a melody emanating
from the soul. 1t had neither rythm nor
measure; IL was like the music OF the Tor
est birds. Yet it was so exciting, so
heavenly, that l stood transiXed to the
spot. Presently. however, II stopped
again, and l regained the mastery over
myself, and then l surmised that there
must be another lunatic in the house
a girl who did nothing but sing, and who
probably lived in one of the rooms be-
meath. 1 took my candle and commenced
to search for the unseen syren. 1t was
not very nice curiosity on my part, but
l simply wanted to get nearer TO her,
without wishing to invade her privacy;
so that / might listen to her singing
through a single wall
1t seemed as though the old castle mad
been built in such manner that any visi-
tor quitting his room at night should be
unable to find his way back. | wandered
over the entire first story, through two
or three winding corridors; I passed down
one staircase and up another. three times
I walked past a certain clock, hnally L
opened the door of chamber which seem
ed TO be familiar 10 me. It was my bed
room, and 1 don't know how l got back
to it. I know this, however-that, TO my
great surprise, ] noticed that the air cush-
ions of my bed were again properly blown
out, that in the CRATE a cheerful fire had
been re-lxindled and that the big picture
which hung near the bed had been COW
cred with a green curtain. Someone
must have been here. / commenced 20 lis
ten once more. Again l heard the voice
now it seemed to be overhead. At last
went to bed for the second time. Some
thing seemed to draw me downwards; and
l felt like child being rocked in ITS cradle
by a nurse who is singing to 1t, and who
sings and sings until the infant Is asleep.
l only awoke from my dreams at eight In
the morning. They say that the impression
of a dream sometimes decides the destiny
of a man.
Go be continued)