Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1911-01-06

cause OF our only disagreement. Dc
fore her death she and l often dis
cussed the possibility Of the spirit
making itself manifest to mortals.
and we resolved that, which ever died
first. he or she would return to give
proof of immortality to the other
Her death, as you know. was
comparatively sudden. She fingered
in a semi-conscious state for perhaps
two hours after we realized that the
end was approaching Toward the
last her mind grew clearer, and she
motioned to me to bend over her. In
a very weak voice she told me that
she going to give me the proof she
had always spoken Of. She would, II
possible, play for me the seventh
symphony of Beethoven upon her eel
10. 1t was her favorite piece, and
mine. And then, just before she died,
she spoke your name.
after her death l was wild with
grief. / locked away all her posses
sions in a room of our apartment and
would not allow anyone to touch
them. | travelled for some months,
and arrived back last week. Time
had softened my excess of sorrow. as
/ suppose it must, though the grief
will, / know, be permanent. And
then, for the first time, ! dared to
think of her promise. But so great
was my dread of disappointment that
for several days could not bring my
self to unlock the door of the room
in which her things were stored. FL
nally / brought myself to it, took out
her bow and cello, which had rested
there, untuned, untouched, for
months, and placed them in my room
and waited in the darkness. But moth
ing occurred, and at last went to bed
and soon fell into a sound sleep.
ut must have been shortly after
midnight that / awoke with a start.
I had dreamed of hideous discords,
and the dream was verified. Upon
my ears there burst the widest, most
terrible medley of sounds that | have
ever heard. They crashed out upon
the instrument in the most grotesque
manner imaginable, and yet, horrible
as it was the time and accentuatlon
seemed to be those of the seventh
symphony.
you can imagine my horror. l
sprang from the bed and struck
match. Instantly the sounds ceased.
| and yet, when | drew near, l saw the
strings uuivering, as though the hand
| of the ghostly visitant had barely left
them. That night l heard no more,
| but every night since then that hor-
rible noise awakens me at the same
time. 1t lasts about as long as the
time of the symphony; and 1t is al
| ways the same. l know the fearful
tune by HEARTH tune it can be called.
| And all day long it haunts me In i'm
| agination. So l should have gone
| mad if the remembrance of you had
not suddenly come to me last night
| when I was at the summit of my suf-
fering. | took the first train from
| New York this morning, found
your address in the telephone book,
and have come to beg you to solve the
| mystery. Have / gone insane and dc
I imagine it? Or is it that my wife
has forgotten music in her presen:
condition of existence? If that be so
II character so change, what does re
main of us? Or is it some devil that
has come back to mock and torture
me-"
| He ceased, and, overcome by his
emotion, leaned his head upon his
his hand and regarded Brodsky intent
ly. In his eyes there was the look o.
some hunted animal.
You are satisfied that these sounds
are produced without any human
agency" he asked.
Absolutely" the young man re
piled. Moreover. they are produced
by some intelligent being, for the
sounds are precisely the same on eacf
occasion. 1t is almost as though some
trayesty of the seventh symptom!
had been written out, so identical II
each performance with the last"
Then" said Brodsky, you have &C
tually the proof of Immortality tina
you demanded. What matter the de
tails of it? Why seek further elucida
ton? Is it that the human heart will
not believer
NO." replied Celaye steadily. II
is because / fear that the sounds ar
made by some devil assuming he
Identity
"Well, WE'LL have to go and see,
returned the doctor. Its no u.s.
forming hypothesis. To-day We hav'
some work that must be finishe,
here; tomorrow my assistant and
will be at your apartment at sevel
in the evening"
Celaye departed reluctantly. leavinl
us an address in that portion of New
York city that adjoins Columbia uni
versity. On arriving at his apart
ment house, a plain, but comfortable
looking structure, the elevator bo
took us up to where Celaye stoo
waiting for us in the passage.
I've been too nervous to go inside,
he said. I've been scanning the ele
vator each time it came up until pee
pie must have thought me highly in
, auisitive, not to say impertinent
, Come in and have some dinner"
The inside of the apartment wa