Arizona republican., 1908-01-26

tains flung wide and could entirely through to the back There two chairs at the table, two plates on 1t and two separate patters of food yet the only person within Keensen and the glazer Snifkin sat the window-ledge in the wintry sun- shine grooming his damaged head
 Kelensen. wrapped about in his beautiful red robe pacing up and down the rooms pausing and then at the piano strike few chords and all the while singing tremendous basso roles Often he came to the window. seemingly to look oyer at my house and once. catching sight of me, he waved his hand in friendly fashion, turning away at once to go on with his study The more I thought of 1t. the more 1t seemed to that had heard the name Hendrix Kelensen before have kept little track of musical matters in late years. knew Bob Trafalgar to be fond of those things however foolish 1t may in man of his years. and this morning called him by telephone at the Presbyterian Hospital and said:
 Trafalgar, have you ever heard of an opera singer named Hendrix Kelensen?'
 What? Keensen? Man alive you do not mean to say you have heard of the great Keensen! Why the world has never known such voice. heard him early in the week in Aida and he sings again on Friday. But why do you ask?'
 "Oh, find that he is my neighbor, and some cir cumstances which l cannot go into now have caused me to become greatly interested in him. Have you heard anything concerning him that was out of the ordinary"
 Well, really nothing more than vague gossip There has always been speculation as to why there few roles that he would sing. have noticed that he seldom never sits down when singing Also, be is eccentric in that he keeps entirely to himself never lunches dimes out and never leaves New York for concert work tours. 1 know from my personal acquaintance with her that Madame Men tona has been in love with him for two seasons yet he sees her anywhere but the stage about the opera house. though he writes her the beau uful letters every day. She Is dear creature. one of the sweetest of women, and he apparently has no ties in the world to prevent his marriage to any one whom he might love. Certainly his old mother, who lives in the lihle village of Ryndam. Holland would it. is that when lad. his mother having been left widow and he the only child, he left home and went to sea On one of his voyages somewhere in Australia his letters and remittances ceased. Later IA rxad and him up for dead. After two years had passed there letter from San Francisco with a good round sum in it and bearing the news that Hermann Cross the late manager, had heard him singing day in a barber shop where he the cashier had said that he was naturally a great singer and after year or two of study could go into opera He has been singing three years now. and he and Gross were the closest of friends till the latter died last year Mad anne Mentona has told me of the visit which sine paid to the mother in Ryndam in the summer Frau kelensen now has fine house bought from her son3 earnings and is very proud and happy only she Erieves deeply that Hendrix will visit her. Since you interested. Sddons why not go with me and hear him when next he sings? I think it is Friday night"
 had message from Tradlgan later and we went nadame MentCCa net in the cast that night and Mrs Tradigsn had asked her join the party in or1r box. Of course. KelenseE almost the sole topic Cf the conversation.
 Throughout the evening whenever he was on the st2ge was oppressed with feeling of uncertainty and anxiety which I could not altogether a1aIvze His singing was superb his dramatic action won- derfully forceful and yett was restrained in some most peculiar way. Just what it was could not tell
 After the opera Mrs. .Tradgan joined by Madame Mcntona, sent him line inviting him to supper with Us, but he declined in most deferentia reply There are two sentences of his note which have stuck in my mind and have left all the deeper impression in view Of what I know:
 This would have been one Of the pleasures for which would yield any all of the few things in my life which are worth while but I am denied it go to mine own, place. but leave my thoughts to attend you, and if\you could but read them all am sure you would forgive ne and realize my profound gratitude"
 Every little thing about him was faintly tinged with some element of mystery. and things which knew were black with 1t! What was the riddle the two voices the two chairs his exclusivenes3 his sadness, his odd mannerisms that terrible face that awful cry?
 reached home that night about one o'clock and was letting myself in quietly after seeing that the house across the way still lighted. though the shades were drawn when something mpeled me to look back Keensen just raising the shade I could see entirely through the lighted Filled with curiosity, I left my stcop and walked nearer concealing myself in a deep shadow
 He wss standing with his hand on the cord Of the shade looking out. when suddenly he seemed smitten with the most terrible convusions I got but one glance, for he contrived to drag down the shade
 Again that horrible cry broke forth on the night sounding along the deserted street-aud If it struck me with chill when first heard it. now the effect was trebed My hair tngled my flesh crept on ny bones and I shuddered with unexp!ainable horror.
 Within. the light extinguisha1 anJ a perfect OaoDle WAS gong on. The voice Of kelensen very easily distin guished but not than the fran tic querulcus thin whine and chatter Of the other Of the terrible unknown Thing They were quarrel Ing violently -anG Kelensen was utte-iug commands The Thing refusing to obey. Now the awful twisted race and tossing showed at the window then l saw Kelensen, and instantly mighty power dragged both down and of sight behind the shade.
 I darted from my hidingplace and was about to hammer on the door when I stopped to consider What could have happened The more I resolved the matter in my mind the q profound panic took possession of and. after about ten minutes of standing there in the light suddenly rushed madly the street into my house. shut and bolted the door behind me and, when went to bed it was with pistol lying a chair beside my pillow
 When awoke after bad night Keensen as usual was pacing up and down. singing blithely stopping now and then at the piano. There not sign about him about the place of the tragic crisis of the night before.
 This day, after the singer had left the house. I saw old Peter Hahn dart into the and look hurriedly about Fully halfscore of patients were waiting for me- but left them to their devices and went over.
 Old Peter me me in the hall