Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-01-04


found him Saturday morning almost
mad with delight. n great weight
seemed to have been lifted from his
soul. All fear Of death had passed away
from him. Even the pains which had
been his constant companions for Z
month appeared to have. vanished.
That night attended the banquet at
the 1onides mansion-a banquet still
talked Of IN Paris. II Is easy to sneer
at the vulgarity Of wealth, but 1t ii
hard not to be fascinated by the.splen-
dor It can purchase. "..:# Z.
The cream Of Paris fashion. beauty,
and talent assembled round the Greek
merchants table. #7.. 5ss . 55
Never had seen the man 90 ex-
ultant. 90, vivacious, so full Of life. He
and I were probably the two happiest
persons In the room. He did not know,
and did. that In an adjoining room 4
woman. closely yelled, was awaiting my
signal. #:.. = :.<.,.- i. s5-@ ...s
"She sat alone. swaying to and fro.
and grooming softly to herself. ~
"The hours passed swiftly with good
food. good wine. and good talk. The
affair was at it's height Some one pro-
posed toast, The Giver of the Feast
It was drunk with reclamation, and the
unwieldy Greek rose to reply.
"Then gave my signal, and at tho
same time slipped quietly out of my
seat at the foot Of the table.
MY place was taken by q figure
dressed wholly in black.
All eyes were turned upon her as
she drew OF her veil. White as tho
damask cloth on the table, but more
beautiful than had ever seen her, she
stood silent and motionless.
"Ionides leaned heavily On the table
with both hands, and stared at her
with eyes almost as wild and fixed as
her own.
Then she raised . thin, delicate
arm, slowly, pointed at him with
gesture quite mechanical, and uttered
the one sentence I had rehearsed to
her a thousand times during the last
week-'The Seine gives up its dead
THE Greeks jaws moved, the mus
cles of his face were convulsed, and
the veins stood out on his forehead.
Again and again he tried to speak, but
no words passed his lips. Then sud-
denly he Strengthened himself up, his
great arms sawed the air, his flashing
fingers clawed at nothingness, and at
last a cry, shrill, piercing, and blood
curdling, escaped him, a cry of mingled
agony and horror.
"Then he fell forward and crashed
down upon the table among the gold,
silver, and shattered glass. and there
he lay like great, loatheso1ae frog,
ugly and disgusting. He was quite
dead. touched NADIA on the arm and
she followed me like an obedient child.
I had thought the shock might restore
her. That was my CHIEF reason for
confronting her with her countryman.
But it was not success. She never
recovered her sanity"
Munro ceased speaking and began to
refill his pipe.
Masters yawned aud rose to his feet.
Did you ever try to write novel,
Munro?" he asked with his irritating
drawl.
Tufnell and laughed, both little
relieved, think, at being brought back
to the sane world after tho grewsome
recital. ...'-...
Munro said nothing, but, t;.king a let
ter from his pocket, flung it over to
me.
I caught it and the other Two leaned
over my shoulder as read.
It was brief notification from the
of a private asylum and
it ran thus:
Dear Sir: I have to inform you
that the patient known as NADIA is Sc
riously i'll. II you care to see her you
may do SO at any time of the day or
night on presentation of this paper"
noted that the letter bore a date
two days old.
handed it back to Munro in silence.
He twisted it into spill and took a
light for his pipe from the fire. Then
he moved towards the door:
you went, Of course I said impul-
sively. Els she better?"
EYES," he replied simply, ''she died
In my arms last night" --Chicago
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