The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1897-09-22
THE SONG OF A SOUL.
A LEGEND OF The STRING INSTRU-
MENT FOUNDED ON ERROR.

Mr.. Thomas Catgut's Touching Account of
Ills Passion For Miss Pussy Carmine and
the Tragedy That Resulted Therefron.
Under the Musicians Touch.
1t is known to only II few people that
the devil once had daughter-that
was many years ago. The Lord be
praised, she lived only snort time
She was cut off i'll her youth She camo
To this world in the guise of graceful
kitten, and |, Mr. Thomas katgut. was
destined to have my fate intermingled
with hers.
While strolling along the banks of
pleasant little stream first met Miss
Pussy Curmine, and we'll way she
named. When | gazed into her eyes,
they seemed to glow with fire, and
when drew my eyes away they We're
20 da2zlod that all around and about me
seemed for n moment to DO red, and tho
soft gray fur With which she was Gov
cred seemed to he tipped with scarlet
Despite the fact that my entire heart
Went out to her i'll alteration ut first
sight, could not but be conscious of u
strange and unusual feeling which l
could not loCalizc 1t seemed to draw
and strain until it fairly ached, but |
could not place it. 1t was not my heart,
nor yet my liver, and it seemed to be
fur from my head This meeting was
but the first of many. Night after night
we met, but i'll the midst of transports
of JOY and eCstasies of bliss which these
meetings brought to mo | always con
tinucd to experience tho Understandable
feeling, vague, unapproachablo, yet al
ways there when i'll her presence.
One night felt that could no longer
contain my feelings, SO, on the banks
of tho river, ON the very spot where
first we met, told her of my love
And, oh. tho eifcctl Fire seemed to
flash from her eyes and mouth and each
undivided hair on her body was atlame.
All tho devil in her seemed to be let
loose. Before my astonishment gave mo
chance TO net she loaped upon me and
began to scratch and tear and gnaw
and bite. And in the midst of all tho
horror and pain of it came that same
understandable feeling in tho undiscoy-
cred place
was perfectly powcrless to resist
her murderous attacks. and any efforts
on my part would have been useless
for felt that my hour had come. With
out pauSing, she continued to scratch
and tear ut mo until finally, feeling
that | was i'll the act of taking my last
breath, | opened my eyes To cast
last look upon this sad but beautiful
world just then Miss Pussy seemed
To havo exhausted her vitality, for
she fell back dying even as my last tiut-
tering breath issued from my lips And
then my soul left its earthly dwelling
place. and, lowering above, looked down
on tho scene of the late tragedy.
Horrible dictur" My own body lay
there lacerated and torn, but the body
of the devils daughter had vanished
into space.
Eager us was TO soar away to bet
ter land, | could not tear myself from
the spot, but fingered around my poor
body i'll the hope that some kind NOR
tai would find il and give it decent bur
ial But alas for all my hopesl At early
dawn strange looking man. tall and
lean, with long hair and bony, slender
fingers, came wandering toward our
late TWISTING place. suddenly he saw
my body, and Il trembling took posses
sion of him. which he soon controlled,
and lifting me gently by the tail, car
ried me for some distance until we
came to n little house in the woods
which seemed to be his own NV soul
followed through space, eager To see
what was to become of my body This
awful man, who, it seemed was the
commander in chief of an army organ
lied for the advancement of music, took
up n murderous looking knife and de
hberately cut my poor body into bits
He cut i'll deep until he reached my
very vitals, and rs the knife touched
these my soul gave "A long, quiyering
but satisfied sigh, for he had touched the
spot which had always responded TO
Miss Pussy S presence, and which, while
! had lived, had always eluded my de.
lection He took up my vitals and cut
them into narrow strips and strung
them across the window to dry. Though
my body and soul We're really separated,
so sensitive was my soul to any touch
to these parts that each time breeze
swept across them my soul could not
resist a cry.
These cries seemed to please the mu-
stefan SO much that he nearly went
wild with excess of feeling. He manipu-
lated the strings-which We're my vitals
in all sorts of ways. and finally drew
them taut over peculiar piece of glazed
wood and over this drew a rod in meas