Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1903-08-28

me. but If so, didn't hear.
1t was a weary day for me that fol-
lowed. l bought the morning and the
afternoon papers. still looking for some
light on the perpleXing situation. At last
a paragraph caught my eye: as nearly as
l can recall, it read as follows:
CRAZED BY THE OPERA.
Colonel Robert e. Dunwald. who WAS
recently discharged as cured from
private sanitarium. is in the insane ward
at Bellevue. He had been warned to
avoid exciting himself in any way by his
physicians when he left the sanitarium.
He attended the opera of NIignun last
night and IL is supposed that the furorr
excited by Mile. Nilsson in the fire scene
brought on return of his old mdlady.
Colonel Dunwald served gallantly in the
war and was wounded at Seven oaks.
Miss Haines for the first time impressed
me, when we met after dinner that even
ing. as lacking not only in delicacy of
perception. but IN the more essential
womanlY attribute of pity. would
rather at times, my dear Beatrice. hear
a sob than an epigram from a woman /
care for.
She lidn't once say Poor Colonel"
That my preposterous egotism. dis
played in fiaring red, had helped 10 uu-
settle the shaken mind of this gallant sol
der she knew as well as l did and it
was from 70 sense of kindness 10 me
that she RETAINED from referring To that
aspect of the case. She simply did not
feel remorse for herself or for me. and
IN giving me the particulars of her share
of the tragedy-for tragedy | insist &c
was-she showed clearly by her tone
more than her words that she was de-
termned l should not overlook her own
very excellent GOODNESS and presence Of
mind.
OF course she said. when he sat
down beside me and said, Don't make
scene; it will do no good and will only
alarm the audience l was startled, but
| can't say l was actually scared.
didn't really believe he was Superinton-
dent Walling, as he said he was, until he
showed me the end of your red cr1yat
from the corner of his pocket. Then /
felt convinced that he must be detec-
tive and that you were really under ar
rest, as he said.
" ! left the theatre with him. knoWius
that it was all "A mistake, and | was not
In the least frightened and had no hest
tatlon about entering the carriage.
When, as we drove up Madison avenue.
ne began to tell me of the simultanouH-
appearance that night of red cravutS it
the opera houses at Moscow St Pct,l--
burg, Paris, London, Vienna and Non
York and the simultaneous arrest of al
the Nihilists. | became suspicious. hut
il was not until he exclaimed | am SIR
PerciNal of the Holy Grail that | knew
he was stark mad.
." do thank my stars" continued Miss
Eta. " that the carriage was blocked at
that moment and that the two policemen
to whom | beckoned had the sense To
take US quietly To the station house. but
l can't say that l was at any time great
ly frightened. And now do you think you
can get tickets for Mignon next week?
must hear il ALL"
Perhaps she has heard it since | am
sure | don't know, but the next time
heard Mignon, my dear Beatrice, il was
with your mother in New Orleans. Did
| wear a red cravat? No, If | recollect,
1t was one of the white ones included in
that entirely correct and joyously select
ed outfit happy man buys for his own
wedding Nathaniel p. Babcock in The
Saturday Evening Post