The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-09-28
THE SONG OF A SOUL.
A LEGEND OF THE STRING lNSTRU-
MENT FOUNDED ON ERROR.
Mr. Thomas Catguts Touching Account OF
His Passion For Miss Pussy Carmine and
the Tragedy That Resulted Therefrom.
Under the Musicians Touch.

the Tragedy That Resulted Therefrom
Under the Musicians Touch.
1t is known to only few people that
the devil once had a daughter-that
was many years ago. The Lord be
praised, she lived only short time
She was cut off in her youth. She came
10 this world in the guise of graceful
kitten, and l, Mr.. Thomas Katgut, was
destined TO have my fate intermingled
with hers.
While strolling along the banks Of a
pleasant little stream l first met Miss
Pussy Carmine, and well was she
named. When l gazed into her eyes,
they seemed 10 glow with fire, and
when l drew my eyes away they were
so dazzled that all around and about me
seemed for a moment TO be red, and the
soft gray fur with which she was COW
cred seemed TO be- tipped with scarlet
Despite the fact that my entire heart
vent out 10 her in alteration at first
sight, / could not but be conscious Of a
strange and unusual feeling which l
could not lOcalize. Ii seemed to draw
and strain until it fairly ached, but !
could not place it Ii was not my heart,
nor yet my liver, and 10 seemed TO be |
far from my head. This meeting was |
but the first of many. Night after night |
we met, but IN the midst Of transports |
Of Joy and ecstasies Of bliss which these |
meetings brought 10 me / always con-
tinued TO experience the indescribable
feeling, vague, unapproachable, yet al
ways there when in her presence.
One night felt that l could no longer
contain my feelings so, On the banks
OF the river, on the very spot where
first we met, L told her of my love.
And, oh, the effect! Fire seemed TO
flash from her eyes and mouth and each
undivided hair on her body was aflame.
All the devil in her seemed TO be let
loose Before my establishment gave me
chance TO act she leaped upon me and
began to scratch and tear and gnaw
and bite. And in the midst of all the
horror and pain Of it came that same
Understandable feeling in the undiscov-
cred place
was perfectly powerless TO resist
her murderous attacks, and any efforts {
on my part would have been useless
for felt that my hour had come With
out pauslng, she continued TO scratch
and tear at me until finally, feeling
that | was in the act Of taking my last {
breath, | opened my eyes to cast I
last look upon this sad but beautiful Z
world. Dust then Miss Pussy seemed g
TO have exhausted her vitality, for t
she fell back dying even as my last flut- I
tering breath issued from my lips. And
then my soul left its earthly dwelling t
place, and, lowering above, looked down 2
on the scene of the late tragedy. t
Horrible dictu! Ny own body Law
there liberated and torn, but the body
OF the devils daughter had vanished
into space.
Eager as / was to soar away to a bet :
ter land, | could not tear myself from =
The spot, but fingered around my poor ! :
body IN the hope that some kind NOR 8
al would find it and give it decent bur :
al But alas for all my hopes At early -
lawn strange looking man, tall and =
can, with long hair and bony, slender :,
myers, came wandering toward our -
ate trystlng place. Suddenly he saw :,
ny body, and trembling took posses "
ION Of him, which he soon controlled, - g
md lifting me gently by the tail, car -
led me for some distance until we VI
anne to little house in the woods ~ ~
which seemed to be his own. My soul ~
OlIowed through space, eager to see -
mat was to become of my body This ..
wful man, who, it seemed, was the -
in chief Of an army organ %
,ed for the advancement Of music. took CO
p a murderous looking knife and de- -
Derately cut my poor body into bits ~
70 cut IN deep until he reached my ~
cry vitals, and as the knife touched III
lese my soul gave a long, uuivering
at satisfied sigh, for he had touched the
lot which had always responded 10 Ge
llss Pussy IS presence, and which. while w,
mad lived, had always eluded my de. or
ctlon. lie took up my vitals and cut WI
lem into narrow strips and strung IN,
em across the window to dry. Though ms
y body and soul were really separated. or,
sensitive was my soul to any touch sr
these parts that each time breeze NJ,
'ept across them my soul could not As
sist cry. IN
These cries seemed to please the mu- is
'lan so much that he nearly went STR
I'd with excess Of feeling. He manipu- Gre
ted the strings-which were my vitals off
IN all sorts of ways, and finally drew tb,
EN- taut over peculiar piece of glazed wi
'od and over this drew rod in meas Dir,
ed time. My soul moaned and sighed frr
each touch, but the musician seemed ba,
know how to modulate and moderate 20
cries and at the same time to minple Nc
tn my tones others of such sweetness ria
d pathos that the combined effect was An
avenly and grand.
And thus 1T is that my soul has never
md final resting place, for mingled
tn my sad tones are ever those sweet pre-
d glorious ones, tremendously inter tw,
ngled, making music which binds dec
to earth, holding me back even from ira
evenly joys. the
Explanation. This is not a true the