The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1897-05-30

pouspess. A handsome, ma gnifcently
physioued negro passed along witt
the rest of the effulgent tide. This oc
casioned a sort of exclamation from
Neville. but Freckleworth only remarked
"Oh, guess he simply dropped over from
Martinique to enjoy his money for {
season" Just at that moment Neville
extended his band and smiled as if abou
TO greet some acquaintance, but his
hand suddenly dropped, and he grew
pale. He acted strangely" said Neville
did you not see Savage, them he askec
Montague. Montague assured him no
but Neville perhaps was not then, al
least, diSabused of the idea that theiI
old college-chum of the year before, Oh
a summer jaunt, had come up to join
them; he was sure that Savage WAS
there and. somehow, he did not pretend
to say how. vanished. but both Freckle-
worth and Montague assured him that he
had seen no one, nor did they
seem to attach the same inn
portance, if indeed, any i'm
portance at all to this illusion, or APP
partition. or one does not know what,
W
which left Neville a deadly white. He
had felt a new experience which he dared
not even to think of much more to ex-
plain further. 1t is enough to say he did
not hear the rest of the opera. But he
presently left Freckleworth and Mon
tague leaning against the balustrade of
the foyer.
II. IL.
flat. so let it be yclept, was through the
heavy arch entrance of the conciergerie
across long rectangular area or court
enclosed by buildings. Practically, all
who entered there might be called strang-
ers to one another, going about their
business or pleasure. asking no questions
us is quite the proper and safe thing
where people have histories, and where
each history fights shy of every other
history" lest some stray snag may DE
struck. The ponderous outer-door lead
ing into the pigeon-boXerie. a fitting
word. of flats might have beeen taken
from the hinges of a dismal London
house of the 18th century. so primitive
and crude and handmade seemed the
Zig, ohlong, unwieldy lock, then the small
biscuit shaped perfectly polished brass
knob and the unused weighty "knocker.'
Little modern conveniences had been at
cached TO the bulky. huge door somewhat
fter the fashion of age. touched off
With up-to-date toggeries. Inside, the
nall was narrow and dark. and ended
with almost spiteful abrlIpmesS at the
foot of "A narrower stairway, which sud-
denly. by wretchedly veXing angles
climbed away up, by sorrow and passion,
signing or vicious despair and twinkling
gaiety, plot and aspiration. by mufflcd
notes Of hoping genius. by speciality"
and chorus girls so late home from the
or opera to the pinched living
of haggard mother waiting. Oh! the
dreams that lowered over the voceless
and unknown sleepers along the alley
way of darkness up TO the Freckleworth
up to the apartments whittier
now Neville felt his way neryously. Mon
tague and Freckleworth had long pre-
coded him: for it was late-quite late and
sepulchral in Rue Labruyere, one of those
quiet, sleeping streets of Paris in which
are buried gradually the simmer of the
boulevards until dawn walks abroad like
a pale ghost of the nights false scarlet
Joy, now dead as the riotous feast under
tIIt lftIl vi TIE htIlb. htllC. NtbllIt
had father suddenly left his companions
IN the Foyer. He did not say why. He
scarcely knew why. But a feeling rather
than thought flashed upon him which put
aim to fight before he knew There were
TOO many elements of horror in it to this
most natural child of Genius for him to
stop to analyZe. Was he under the
hypnotic spell of Freckleworth? He had
wandered along the boulevardS and aim
essly along other ways. and stood in the
great Place Nendome. He had scarcely
Urged himself to ask the question aloud
IF himself, when something else hap
lened. While he stood quite alone under
hat shaft of glory and of gloom. with only
now and then the swift passing, like a
black arrow of the night. of some one
well sped to no one knows where. he was
confronted face to face with himself
was not now Savage, it
vas Neville looking as deeply into his own
Eyes and in the same way as he looked
nto the eyes of the other. A slight con
7ulsion seemed to pass over him. like the
'ort of chill that comes to a weak body
when it receives by TRANSMISSION the blood
If another stronger person.
All, if this were Montague, instead of
ne, he would think, the experience would
Ne worth his coming to Paris for, Monta-
ne who would be a most interested obser-
er even at his own vivisection. if such a
hing were possible. He tried to borrow
on himself, to sustain him in this time,
he temperament of his chum-while the
ouble stood there. He recalled all he
ad read on the subject that had for the
irst time come to startle him. He re-
allied the substance of the words of
'wedenbong who claimed that there
vas AN internal man. rational man
nd an external man which is properly
allied the natural man." He called the
Cogito Ergo Sum-" of Descartes, all he
ad read swept before him, and too the
recorded case wherein the
ririt of Socrates was invoked and the
aloud between the phil0sO
her and the young man in the hypnotic
tate, and then he laughed with a shud-
Ter, too. thinking of Montague while he
rendered if Freczleworth were ringing up
III this new found companionship for
lin. He took his indeX-finger and
hunked himself in the side, saying, with
mother chuckle, wv ell | guess that is the
natural man." and he stopped to see if
le were thinking, and he exclaimed
'Cogitor' that much for the rational,
he concluded, all said aloud,
i exist" Therefore, if my natural and
ational man are present and in good
working order, the ''I'' the Ego" that
Exists must be responsible for Savage as
veil as for this double. That brought him