The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-05-27
[CHAPTER xIII-Continued from Yesterday

[CHAPTER XIII-Continued from Yesterday
The drawing room was handsome apart
ment, containing many evidences OF taste
and wealth. Lorelie took pride in point
ing out her treasures.
MY father" she remarked, observing
Beatrice's eyes set upon portrait in oils
representing a han some man in the uni
form of French military officer.
Idris viewed with interest the likeness OF
the man who for about the space or
minute had flashed across his childhoodS
days
spect" he murmured, "since in reSculng
my father from prison he was forced by
that act to become an exile from his native
land"
An expression of pain passed over Lore
Mr. Breakspear. you do not know what
you are saying"
Forgive me. promised never to allude
to that event, and l am breaking my word.
/ apologize.Y
And he wondered, as he had often won
dered, why reference TO this matter should
trouble her. She had no cause TO be
ashamed of her fathers deed: Captain
Rochefort's act in favor Of a friend whom
he believed to be innocent was, from lrdls s
point of view, a gallant and romantic enter
prise, and in the judgment of most persons
would deserve conformation, II not approval
After the portrait of Captain Rochefort.
what most interested Beatrice was an an
tique vase standing upon the carved man
tel 1t was of gold set with precious stones,
and the interior was concealed from view
by tight-fittng lid.
What a pretty vase!' she said, and with
Lorelie's santion she lifted it from the
mantel. AS she did so a cold tremor passed
over her. She placed the urn upon the table,
and in a moment the feeling was gone. She
took up the vase again, and the unpleas-
ant sensation returned Was this due TO
something exhaled from the interior of the
urn? She drew deep breath through her
nostrils, but failed to detect any odor.
Puzzled and annoyed. Beatrice became
morbidly curious 10 learn its contents.
1.-THE lid fits very tightly" she said adj
dressing Lorelie. How do you remove it?'
'It is secured by a hidden spring" re-
piled the viscountess. If you can discover
the secret, you will be doing me favor,
self sell nav '''''' '" ''''O - ''N1 - NY
Then you do not know what treasure it
! may contain smiled Beatrice. Altar of
roses. spices from Arabia, pearls from the
Orient, may Turk within" She shook the
urn, and faint sound accompanied she
movement. Listen. there is certainly
| something inside"
II am full of curiosity myself to know
what it is" said Lorelie, Il have spent
Then ii is useless for me to try"
| But though Beatrice spoke thus, she
nevertheless made the attempt, toying with
| the vase and pressing various figures
| sculptured upon the sides. All to no pur-
seeming TO mock her endeaVOrS. The sound
| caused by the shaking of the urn was like
the collision of paper pellets, shavings of
wood, of some other substance equally
| light. And all the time while handling the
vase Beatrice was conscious of a strange
feeling of repulsion. What caused it she
| could not tell the fact was certain: the
| reason ineXplicable.
"Is this vase an heirloom?' she asked,
DESTROYS of learning whence Lorelie had
| obtained it, and yet not liking TO appear
| too curious.
The viscountess hesitated a moment, evil
| IDENTIFY adverse TO replying, and then stopped
| over Beatrice and kissed her.
'Win you think me discourteous, Beat
rice, Tiff | do not tell you how / came
| by it?
/ who, from his position oil the couch, was
watching the scene with so perturbed an
| air that IdTis led to believe there was
| some strange secret connected with this
| vase-a secret known to both husband and
wife. Great his love for Lorele.
| Idris was compelled to admit that she was
very mysterious in some of her ways.
| Then a strange thing happened
Idris. keenly attentive to all that was
| passing, observed a curious expression
| stealing over Beatrices face Once before
| he had seen this expression namely, at the
| time when she gave her opinion on the piece
| of steel taken from the Vikings skull The
| pupils OF her eyes were contracted and set
| with Drlgmt hNily OF gaze upon the Jew
| eled urn. The rigidity of her figure indi-
| Gated a cataleptic state.
Her lips parted. and in a voice strangely
unlike her own, she said:
1.-The ashes of the deadr'
AT this Lorelie gave faint cry and drew
away the vase, glancing again at Ivar.
| Then, with her hands she closed the eyes
| of Beatrice and shook her gently. Beat
| rice opened her eyes again, and looked
| around with the surprised air of one
| aroused suddenly from sleep.
do you know what you have been say
| ing?' Lorelie asked.
| "No-what?"
THAT this is a funeral urn"
| Have L been self-hypnotized again?"
| Again." repeated L0relie. do you
| often fall into this state?"
| Observation-Disclosures gazing too long al
| some bright object: and then the object
| seems TO whisper its history te me- OF
| rather. Godfrey more sensibly remarks
my mind begins TO weave all kinds Of fan
| cies around IL"
why. you must be a clairvoyante," said
| Lorelie, studying the other intently. The
| ashes Of the dead? Yes, this may be a
| crematOry vase What do you say Warp
i she added. turning TO the viscount.
| "Of course, Beatrice knows" was his re.
| ply. "for is she not a daughter of the gods
| a descendant of a Morse prophecies? But
| Beatrice. l think that the blood of Hlda
the Alruna must have become so diluted
| during the course of ten centuries that
your claim 10 the hereditary gift Of in
| tuition is little laughable."
| Il am not aware Of having made any such
! claim" replied Beatrice. quietly.
| And such claim, II made. would be justi
| fed. retorted Idris, reused by Lord Dial
den's sneering air, for Miss Ravengar ha:
| given me previous proof of possessing re
markable intuitiye powers"
Let us say no more on the matter" saiC
| LOrele, gently.
She returned the urn TO its place on tn.
mantelpiece. and. DESTROYS of removing th'
somewhat unpleasant impression created b.