The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-11-06

| lefltH 10 Hhleh hAo eouautAaA me-
but IN the weird effect Of ita hanginga,
mirrors, grotesquo carvings ahd myth
ical symbols II challenged the most
hardened skopticism. Throwing the
white light Of a golden lamp upon my
face with a powerful reflector she
gonoralized upon my past life as any
shrewd judge Of human nature might
do. Then suddenly knitting her brows
aud leaning closer she slowly spelled
out Marcia Arnold
"'That is the name Of the girl you
will marry, she announced in dreamy
voice, and there you see her
"With that tho lights faded to the
dimness Of deep twilight, and there
followed the darkness Of the dungeon
Opposite me as il in life was the image
Of the sweet and beautiful woman you
know as Mrs. Robeley Never before
had been dominated by the tender
passion, but there was iathoms deep
in love with what might have been on
enchanting illusion or a superb paint
ing. So deeply was 1 impressed that
after leaving in bewilderment Of
doubt / sketched the magnificent
creature 50 indelibly impressed upon
my memory.
Eighteen months later vas in
southern California enjoying the
medicinal virtues Of the climate, and
finding subjects in some Of the delight
full scenery. One morning had my
easel at the edge Of wooded precipice
overlooking a charming spread Of
landscape. The velvet carpeting Of
grass and moss had failed to warn me
Of approaching footsteps, and when !
turned it was the startled movement
caused by hall-suppressed scream.
There we're two ladies, the elder
anxiously supporting the younger,
whose face was blanched and whose
eyes were fastened upon me as though
l were a terrifying apparation. 1t was
the girl the Indian sorceress had
shown me in Paris but what did she
know OF me? As she sank down under
the weight of her emotions, I hasteRed
to a nearby spring for water, and
when l returned her eyes were upon
me in that same fixed and troubled
look.
What can be the matter, daughter?
You have always been so strong and
vigorous.
is your name Henry Morton|
asked the younger of me, without heed
ing the mothers question.
&" tits Wilton Robeley, I respond
ed quietly. At that instant it flashed
upon me that in a desire to conceal
my identity I had given the name of
Henry Morton to the fortune teller.
Then with the inspiration of an anx-
ious lover I added: But I have a
cousin of that name who bears a strik-
ing resemblance to me.
"My immediate reward was a revival
of strength and spirits ON the part OF
the young lady. The mother intro
duced herself as Mrs. Gilsen, and then
said: Lucy, we. had best get back to
the hotel.
Lucy Gilsen?' and yet it was her
presence that had been coniured up as
my bride to lie. She was the girl OF
my sketch aud my dreams The next
day ! called at the hotel to inquire
after her. Icalled often. We walked,
drove, painted and boated together.
| came to know through the intuition
of love that she was not Indifferent to
me. One evening az we drifted lazily
through the water lilies she handed
me a sketch of myself aud asked: Is
that picture of Henry Morton?'
"It's perfect" I answered though
dumfounded. A shadow OF anger
crossed her face, and she was about tt
tear the picture to pieces when
caught her hands and suddenly
showed the reproduction of herself
that had made in Paris. 1t was het
turn to be surprised, and when tolC
her of my experience at the forum,
teller's on Rue de Bouges, giving he
the date, she quickly exclaimed;
Why, / was there with Marci
Arnold Mamma and did Euro,,