The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-03-04
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But, l said to him, lis it no
among those papers?
'He shrugged his shoulders and dis
played with an ironical smile the EN-
graved papers.
"'Some certificates Of decorations
the bric-a brac of consular life.
"Then with renewed energy he again
went TO the SAFE opened the till, pulled
it out and searched again and again.
Overcome with fright, he exclaim.
ed, 1t is not therep
Why is it not there?'
And he gave me another look-hag-
gard, terrible. His face was fearfully
contracted. He clasped his head with
both hands and stammered as if coming
out of dream.
1t Is true, 1 remember-I have
hidden it. Yes, hid it do not know
wherein some book In which one?'
HE looked around him with wild
eyes. The cerebral anamia which had
made him fear robbery again seized
him, and poor Revere, my old friend,
plainly showed that he was enduring
and who does not know where to cling
in order to save himself
"He was still standing, but as he
turned around he staggered.
HE repeated in hoarse, frightened
voice: Where, where have | hidden
that? Fooll The safe did not seem to
me secure enough. Where. where have
put it?'
1t was then, monsieur-yes, at that
moment-that the concierge entered and
saw US standing face to face before those
papers of which she has spoken. | must
have looked greatly embarrassed, very
pale, showing the violent emotion which
seized me by the throat. Revere said to
her rather roughly, What are you here
forP and sent her away with a gesture
Nine. Moniche had had time TO see the
open safe and the papers spread out,
which she supposed were valuable. /
understand how she deceived herself.
and when | think of il | accuse myself
There was something tragic taking place
between Revere and me. This woman
could not know what it was, but she
felt it.
And it was more terrible, hundred
times more terrible, when she had dis.
appeared. There seemed TO be a battle
raging in Rovere's brain, as between his
will and his weakness. Standing MP
right, striving not 20 give way, strug
CLING TO concentrate all his brain power
IN his effort TO remember, TO find some
trace OF the hidden place where he had
foolishly put this fortune between the
leaves Of some huge book, Revere called
violently, ardently, TO his aid his last
remnant Of strength to combat against
this anamia which took away the
memory Of what he had done. He rolled
his eyes desperately, found nothing, re-
membered nothing
1t was awful, this combat against
memory which had disappeared, fed;
this aspect of painting beast, hunted |
boar, which seemed TO seize this man, and |
shivered when, with rage shall never
forget, the dying man rushed in two |
steps to the table. bent over the papers,
snatched them up with his thin hands, |
crumpled them up, tore them in two |
and threw them under his feet, with an |
almost maniacal laugh, saying in stri-
dent tones:
All Decorationsl Brevetsi Bau-
blesl Childish foolishnessl What good |
are they9 Would they give her living?
And he kept on laughing He excit-
ed himself over the papers, which no
stamped under his feet until he had
exhausted himself. He gasp
ed, / stifle, and he half fell over the
lounge, upon which laid him. fully
believed that be was dying. expert
enced horrible sensation, which was
agonizing. He revived, however. But
how, after that swoon and that crisis,
could 1 speak 70 him again Of his daugh-
ter, Of that which he wished TO leave
her, 10 give in trust 20 mel He became
with childish things, re-
turning TO the dreams Of rich man. He
spoke of going out the next day. We
would go together in the Boia We
would dine at the pavilion. He would
Ike to travel And thus he rambled on.
81 said 20 myself Wait. Let us
wait. Tomorrow, after a good nights
sleep, he will perhaps remember. i sure
ly have some days before me. To speak
10 him today would be TO provoke a
new crisis.
"And 1 helped him TO put back In
the safe the crushed, torn papers with
out his asking me, or even himself |
questioning how they had come there,
who had thrown them ON the floor or
who had opened the safe. His face wore
. slight smile; his gestures were auto
matte. Very weary, he at last said:
"'I am very tired. would like 10
Sleep left him. He had stretched
himself out and covered himself ND. He |