The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1897-06-10

den, of the University of Bucharest, be-
his lost child. He sits every day for
hours by the side of her coffin and oc-
casionalIy surprises his fellow-scien-
lists by g~ravely quoting some remark
that she has made to him.
The tomb is constructed, so it is
claimed, in accordance with plans out
lined to the father by the daughter aft
err her death. 1t is in the Greek ceme-
terry. The structure is of marble. Over
the entrance and under the name
Julia Hasden," is a niche filled with
her wel1-worn school books. AS n
enters he is greeted by strains of UNI
earthly melody. At the entrance a
huge slab of black marble bears an in
scription which may be translated as
follows: Let those who seek not
knowledge pass by this grave, but
those who fain would learn the secret
of life in death descend"
The vault is paved with black and
white marble. It's walls are of the pur-
est white marble, with inscriptions in
letters of gold. These, according to
Prof. Hasden, are remarks culled from
the conversations he has had with his
daughter since her death. Here and
there are quaint little triangular stools.
Close to the stairway stand two hand
somely decorated mirrors, which for
merly adorned Julia Hasden's boudoir.
Ar tho fDrthnr and Of tho uoyI1t In
hind a white marble balustrade, is an
exquisitely carved sarcophagus con-
tanning the body of the young girl.
The coffin is so arranged that by draw
ing back a slide the broken-hearted
parents may still gaze on the face of
their child. Two colored lamps burn
continually at either end of the sarcop-
hagus. In the center of the balustrade
stands a beautiful bust of the young
Roumanian woman. 1t represents her
as a handsome, clever-looking girl,
attired in modern evening dress. A
white veil is drawn over it to preserve
it from dust, and at the waist nestle a
few faded roses, held in place by long
satin ribbons that float to the ground,
They are the flowers and ribbons which
Julia Hasden wore at her last ball. Or
the walls hang photographs of her a,
various ages. One small water-colol
sketch, entitled, "Son Dernier jour
Terreste" Cher last day on earth), rep
resents her tossing on her death-bed
with feverish cheeks and sunkcn eyes
On the table to the right lie a large
album, a few books and a block of blacl
marble, or which some lines of music
are engraved in gold; the title tells
you they form ga melody" composed
by Julia Hasden after her death and
listening to its mysterious tones, ont
could almost believe it an echo from
spiritland. The mechanism which pro
duces the weird music above mention
ed is apparently concealed in the table
Visitors are permitted to inscribe thei
names in the great album and it's page
are full of touching expressions o
sympathy in every language. There i
nothing grewsome in this remarkable
tomb: the fresh air streams in through
the open doors, carrying with it tn
perfume of flowers and the merry song
of the birds without. Here it is tina
Prof. Hasden passes almost all hi
spare time; it is no strange thing t
see him taking his coffee here of
morning and smoking his cigarette be
side his child's coffin. His wife come
in the afternoon and remains until lat
in the evening.
"She's seldom alone" the old porte
at the gate will tell you Che speaks {
Julia Hasden as though she were alive
Poor folks, it's a comfort to them an
it don't harm us. Peoples given up re
marking on it long ago." It is genel
ally believed in Bucharest that Pro
Hasden's mind is deranged on spiri
ualism. On all other matters it is &
strong as ever