Wallowa chieftain. [volume] (Joseph, Union County, Or.) 1884-1909, 1902-09-04

| race or man. With delicacy Of col
oring. slightness of build and soft
sweetness of voice the beautiful eyes
gave to my poor friend charm almost
effeminate. But he was a manly fel-
low and had great many friends.
He was 23 years old when he met
Madeline Meurice Mt ball given in the
chateau of Changis. This young girl
was poor but brilliant and we'll born,
beautiful, vivacious and gracious. Her
great black eyes spoke eloquently to
the blue eyes of Pierre, and he was
fired with an enthusiastic and sincere
love for her. He had been q skeptic
OH the subject of love, so that it came
to him with all the force of new eX-
perience, and she had nothing to lose
by being compared to former objects of
alteration. She was the first to enter
his heart, and she took entire possess
sion. She returned his love and accept
ed his proposal of marriage.
1t took Pierre some time to talk his
family into cOnsenting to the match,
but after they had seen and talked with
Madeline they succumbed to the charm
of her personality. They were married
and he took her away Immediately to
house he owned in the country, where
they lived alone and reveled in the pure
and happy love they had found in each
other.
Then, suddenly, death broke the
dream. Nine. Franckel died without
any preparation for death, without suf-
fering, while she was seated ut the
piano playing sonata of Mozart's, on
beautiful moonlight evening of sum
mer. Her husband stood leaning
against the window listening to the
music and breathing the fragrance of
the night. The music stopped at the
precise moment that the soul left the
lady, and Pierre, surprised at the pause,
turned to find his wife dead, a smile on
her lips, her head resting against the
back of her chair and her fingers still
touching the keys of the piano.
For several years the poor man shut
himself up and would see no one, hid
ing his suffering from the world as he
had hidden his joy. One day | called
to see him, and on account of our old
friendship was admitted. | found but
a shadow of the young man | had
known. His hair was gray, and his
movements betrayed him to be sutfe.-
ing from a nervous disease. He soon
spoke of his sorrow and gradually
opened his whole heart to me.
"The question of Immortality is con-
stantly in my thoughts" he said. For
five years | have searched philosophy,
studied hypothesis and questioned reli-
gion, and | am still divided between
faith and doubt, which is killing me.
If Madeline's soul exists it will mani
fest itself to me. | look for her con-
stantly, waking and sleeping, and feel
that she must come. | would give all
the years of life that remain to me to
see her for one instant in all the sweet
ness Of her youth and beauty"
| tried to turn my friends thoughts
from this idea, for feared his reason
would give way. But he persisted in
his hope. One day he asked me if |
knew a certain Claymore, a Scotch
man, who had made quite stir in Paris
as a medium. He was peculiar man,
undoubtedly sincere, and | had enjoyed
meeting him several times.
"You must introduce me to him." said
Pierre. He has evoked spirits into
material form. and If he can bring Mad
elipes to me / will owe him more than
my life"
| used all my power of persuasion
against this decision. but he was firm,
and finally gave in. first went to
Cloymore, however, and told him my
friends history and begged him not to
abuse a credulity brought about by ex-
treme suffering.
81 can give him what he wants" re-