Lower coast gazette., 1910-12-24

and true. loaping from string to string
as III" bow sqUcakod and Scrapol
across them. \ moment later the
door a flung into our faces as Co.
lay" burst into tn" room.
Il cannot bear it." h" vri.H. IT is
not She. that would be- VOC horrible.
ii4ht a match, for til" love of ncav-
"H..'
The doctor found and struck one.
and on the instant tn" noise ceased.
and Inspected the instrument. The
strings were still vibrating, but no
sound came from them. We stared
al n another in aStOniShMont. Then
"" heard telaye sobbing in the next
room, 1t took the doctor halt an hour
TO restore him to his normal sell.
y cannot help yOu," he said at
length, when Celaye was dressed and
W" three sat once more il the gas,
light. If ! had anything from which to
obtain interonces-bUt | am helpless
here. The world Of psychic ]phrnomo-
ma IS an unmappod chart; We are only
beginning to explore the coasts and
b"UEdari"s. But Oh" thing would
HdviS" you. destroy the Instrument"
"Ncver'' cried t"layr, his face
atiame. 'SiI" has conl" TO me. She
has tried to make herself jurrlIj9jbtr.
10 givc me the sign asked for"
"W"ll, | will not be responsible for
your sanity" said i}rOdsky curtly.
a lot | care for that" retor1rd Co.
laye, laughing bitterly. "Man,' h"
added iierCcly, Snatching at the Doc
what is troubling me? My wife lived
iOr her music; she lived in it. it was
all in llf" to her, except perhaps my
love. And an to believe that, one"
she has put on I'll" garments of i'm.
mortality she has lost all her KNOWN
edge of it, so that she can only play
)aNgled, hideOuS mOckeri"s OF what
SHE trieSH' Why, if that be so, then
indeed death changes us beyond all
same personality that We have been,
but something different, We spend
ON lives developing ourselves, our
finer natures, We hope and dream that
it is not for nothing. And nOW-must
! believe that all this is thrown away
upon the rubbish heap and that We
become mere helpless ]automata? An
SWcr me, answer"
His grief was pitifll to witness.
But argument with him would have
been impossible. His mind was be-
yoMd reason, tottoring as it was upon
The b0rd"rland OF madness.
Il do not think that is So" Brodsky
replied.
'Think,'" shouted CeIayo, springing
to his feet, his face distorted with
passion. You are an impoStor. sir.
| asked you here in good faith. hop
ing that you could give me back my
faith and confidence, and You came
looking upon the matter as an expert
mell. You care nothing for my grief.
only for your own amusement. DR..
Rrodsky, | have the honor to wish
you goodnight
BrOdsky faced him unmoved. His
cheek paled, but all his muscles were
under complete control.
You have used hard words to me-"
be said. Sometimes, indeed, the wisest
Of physicians are at fault; and then
it is our reward to be accused of i'm.
position. Well, sir, it is unnecessary
for me to reply further to your accu-
s%ations. I wish you goodnight
l thought Celaye would have come
to his senses then, but, to my astonish-
ment. he made no answer of any kind.
Instead he sank into a chair and burst
into a fit of hysterical weeping. The
doctor looked at him in seeming irres-
olution for one moment; then, as
though realizing the impossibility of
assisting him further, he took his hat
and followed me out of the door. The
sleepy elevator maj took us down
stairs.
Well, it's a hotel in town for us
tonight said Brodsky. as we
marched down the deserted street.
There is a good hotel | used to visit
some 20 blocks from here. What do
o. say to a walk"
agreed, and we tramped on in ST.
lence. We must have covered some
half a dozen blocks when Brodsky
stopped on a corner.
Now why couldn't I solve that
mystery?' he asked abruptly; and
then, without waiting for any reply,
he resumed his walk. muttering to
himself all the while. We covered