The Elbert County tribune., 1899-05-25

Help me to forget the past-do not
recall 1t continually.
breakfast room. The breakfast
room TO me! Am l dreamlngY II Is
Idle, foolish. to be thus unnerved. I
am not in Paris. Soul of my soul.
surrender ! am again in our lost
paradise.
Every room reminds me of you.
dear, but where IS yourself7
There must be an ateiIer-ali artists
have them-and every woman OF Paris
has the soul OF an artist She may
trim her bonnet TO perfection. or broli
partridge to suit the fastidlous cpl
cure: be her accomplishment what II
may. II she come from Paris. she Is an
artist par excellence.
At last reach her studio. Here
she painted the portrait of myself-it
was a pastel. one OF her best. Here,
too. was finished the picture which
made her famous. How the critics
marveled that vanishing dayi" Idly
watched the graceful strokes OF her
brush-to live again through the dolce
lar niente OF that seasoni
Ali Heaven, can she be hidden. as
OF old. by that screen? Alasl for
human hopel Here is the easel made
for her-crude and unshnpely she
praised my attempt.
Why did that man wish to torture
meg Why was I given the key to this
chamber OF mcmories7 What Is this
nemter-here are words in italian on
the tag They thought mo ignorant
OF their meaning-she spoke the
tongue with such musical cadence.
rhis phrnse-"Haunted house. sell at
any price"
Not haunted. kind friend; only kept
In waiting for me.
She whispers. Search. you Will hnd
me-"
III look arocnd-she may be hidden
in some dusty corner. laughing
through the cobwebs which cover her.
seem pitlfully unsuccessful Mon
cher. mon cher. appear before me.
Then teaEs me as you Will
j never dreamed she would have
carried this little escritoire. which I
gave her. to her new home. How
covered with dust II is-somethlng
taps me on the head-what is Il?
Through a broken pane in the sky
light great tree pushes one OF Its
inquirlng branches. There are lot
OF tiny green worms on It: they will
fall in here and die-be literal worms
OF the dust-there is enough of II to
smother them. whyl here are a num-
Der OF hem on the top OF the desk
they lie in regular rows. Maybe they
are dead. that Is why they are SO
qulet-but what funny shapes-they
form letters. and those letters arc
words-those words compose a SEN
tencei
In heaven. telephonei"
What queer Illusion. Can It be
meant for a joke? Has some skeptic
killed and placed them here? mol
they are alive. and changing their
positions. now. Perfectly motionless.
they say in silent eloquence:
Forgive you all-speak to mel
Strength and reason seem leaving
me. am growing very, very tired.
will rest upon this couch she called
a memento OF tle harem. What sweet
muslc-it comes through this little
golden case on the tabourette near my
head-I'll listen. A zephyr Is waited
to me, past me through II. and on It's
wings It bears words spoken In soft
est accents. Victor. Victor, say your
heart is still mine. l have suffered
much. yet love but you, my own
love. reply,r
Thank heaveni Zonitai will
clasp the little golden casket In my
hands. l can speak to her through It's
magic.
You will walt for me, Zonita-till
ti-ie shall be no more? Dear one
your summons was opportune-I shall
not long await 1t. am coming-how
sweet the music is!-almost as sweet
as your volce-it is not very FIR
converse with me through the interim
OF passing-I will be with you-in-a
little while.
Maybe he was so satisfied with his
survey OF one OF the places that he
decided to remain for a night. Per-
haps 1t is the haunted house He is
Just the cool sort of fellow who would
try to fathom that mystery"
When they found the door to No.
1l05 open they were surprised and
searched the house. In the atelier
they found a lot OF dusty furniture.
and in one corner OF the large room
was the form OF a man. Prone upon
the floor he lay. and under him
shattered golden box.
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