Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1897-04-08

AdIAoI, IIOl. f1dS-
den, of the University of Bucharest, be-
l1eves he is able to communicate with
MS lost child. He sits every day for
hours by the side of her coffin and oc-
casionally surprises his fellow-scien-
lists by gravely quoting some remark
that she has made to him.
me tomb is constructed, so it is
claimed, in accordance with plans out
lined to the father by the daughter aft
er 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
ner Well-worn school books. AS one
enters he is greeted by strains of I'M
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.
At the farther end of the vault, be-
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 beautiful bust of the young
Roumanian woman. It represents her
as 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. On
the walls hang photographs of her at
various ages. One small water-color
sketch, entitled, "Son Dernier Jour
Terreste" Cher last day on earth), rep
resents her tossing on her death bed,
with feverish cheeks and sunken eyes.
On the table to the right lie large
album, few books and block of black
marble, on which some lines of music
are engraved in gold; the title tells
you they form "a melody" composed
by Julia Hasden after her death and,
listening to it's mysterious tones, one
could almost believe it an echo from
spiritland. The mechanism which pro-
luces the weird music above mention
I'd is apparently concealed in the table.
Visitors are permitted to inscribe their
names in the great album and its pages
are full of touching expressions of
sympathy in every language. There is
nothing grewsome in this remarkable
tomb; the fresh air streams in through
the open doors, carrying with it the
perfume of flowers and the merry songs
Of the birds without. Here it is that
Prof. Hasden passes almost all his
spare time; it is no strange thing to
see him taking his coffee here of a
morning and smoking his cigarette be-
side his child's coffin. His wife comes
in the afternoon and remains until late
in the evening.
"she's seldom alone" the old porter
at the gate will tell you Che speaks of
Julia Hasden as though she were alive).
"Poor folks, it's comfort to them and
it don't harm us. Peoples given up re-
marking on it long ago." 1t is gener-
allv believed in Bucharest that Prof.
Hasden's mind is deranged on spirit
ualism. On all other matters 1t is as
ytrong as ever.