Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1898-09-05

once more to recall past events. Dor
othy! Yes, he rememb ered calling on
her and humbly confessing his sor-
/ row for having publicly quarreled with
Caruthers. She had readily forgiven
/ him, and shed tears at something she
would not explain. He remembered
telling her that he was not going to
| the reception at the Palace hotel the fol-
| lowing night. She understood that he
shrank from being seen publicly,
though she begged him to so and dance
! once with her. She reminded him that
| Caruthers was away, but even that did
! not alter his determination. He left
early, for she and her aunt were going
/ to the Horse Show with Count Bantinni,
and twas almost time for her to dress.
Then he remembered how hard he
worked all the next day, and how he
threw himself that night on lounge
and tried to sleep. Finding this i'm
| possible, and longing to catch sight of
| Dorothy as she alighted from her car
riage at the reception, he went to the
hotel and stood around in the crowd
near the ladies' entrance. Here he was
met by Count Pantinni. The count had
such strange CLEAN in his black eyes,
and for wonder was not wearing even
ing dress.
Il want to have a talk with you,'' he
said in gentle tone. 'sYou have evaded
me for long time. | am your friend,
and will prove it. Come with me to my
apartments
GieloW went with him to his cham
bers in the next block It seemed to
him, from Bantinni's tone, that he had
something important to communicate
Then what had happened? All, yes.
The count had turned up the gas in his
luxurious smoking-room and ordered
a bottle Of wine. His first words were
the very soul of humble candor-and so
pathetic.
my friend" said the count, eve
ought to sympathize with each other
and bear no ill-wil. I am suffering the
pangs of hell. love your sweetheart
with all my soul. I have loved her pas
sionately since the moment | first saw
her. |, too, am miserable. I walk the
streets in agony. I know how you feel,
and [ sympathize with you"
Tears were in Bantinni's ewes. He
took the listless hand of the artist and
pressed it. Gielow was too unhappy
to repulse him, and by and by it seemed
that he really liked the Italian.
Il deaden my pain Of heart said the
count. You know that I understand |
the use Of hypnotism; l apply it to my
self when / am most miserable You /
need rest; allow me to calm you. It is
very simple
I'D rather not" said Gielow; but the
count had spoken soothingly, and then
why, that was the last thingthe could |
remember excepting-yes, in front OF
the studio building it seemed that the
count had detained him and told him
some absurd story about his having
killed Caruthers. That must have been
dream, and yet-great God the chains
and the cell! Could he be in dun
geon for the murder Of Caruthers?
Gielow managed to rise to his feet and I
began to grope about him. He touched
the wall behind him. It was uneven,
like the inside Of a cavern. He felt all |
round the room. In size it was about I
ten feet long by six in width. One end !
was of bricks, and that end contained I
an iron door. Gielow's intelligence told
him that he was not in prison, but it fur
nished no hint of the truth
The hours passed. Gielow went back
to his corner and lay down on the bed
Of straw. His knees shook and he was
very weak. Then the pangs of hunger
and thirst awolze in him.
FRO BE Continued