Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-10
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MY mind was overshadowed with
the darkest apprehensions. IStried to
wait patiently for Kingsley's return. |
got up from my seat and walked along
the shaded avenues. reached the
iron gate, and was just turning to go
out when heavy hand was placed on
my shoulder. It was Bambou!
"You must not 60 out, SIR" he said,
smiling.
So Kingsley had given orders to the
Indian to watch me. turned, without
word, and walked back to the house
went into the library and tried to
get interested in the pages Of Poe.
was unfortunate, for the first thing l
read was the passage from Morella:
And then. when porting over for
hidden pages, I felt forbidden
spirit enkindling within me. Then
would Morella place her cold hand
upon my own, and rake up from the
ashes Of dead philosophy some
low, singular words, whose strange
meaning burned themselves In upon
my memory. And then, hour after
hour, would linger by her side,
and dwell upon the music Of her
voice, until at length It's melody
was tainted with terror, and there
fell shadow upon my soul, and
grew pale and shuddered inwardly
at those too unearthly tones, and
thus Joy suddenly faded into horror
and the most beautiful became the
most hideous, as Hinnon became
Ge-henna.
l threw the book down. No! No!
Gabrielle was not Morella!
Just then, to make diversion to my
permanent anxiety, the tailor came.
bringing with him new coat OF the
latest cut for me, and with him came
the dressmaker with the white satin
gown and the bridal veil for Lucie
We'll.
This reminder drew from me a bit
ter smile of self pity.
took up the book again and turned
over the leaves absently. was COM
mencing the story called "Metzenger-
stein" was going from bad to worse.
The first lines annoyed me:
Horror and fatality have been
stalking abroad in all ages"
Soon the dinner bell rang, and Ad-
olson Kingsley had not returned.
Bambou had set the table in the din
ing room for one person only
And Mademoiselle? asked.
The man made curious sound
which seemed to express sigh OF
relief.
"Mademoiselle Lucie!" He pointed
up to her window as though to say she
had probably flown away like a bird
from it's cage.
Kingsley did not return until quite
late One can IMAGINE that had no
wish to sleep and that should have
waited up for him all night. To my
great surprise, he was most calm; in
fact had never seen him SO placid.
Instead of being treasured, began
to feel vaguely troubled.
"Ah! so you waited for me, Charles.
Very, amiable, I'm sure"
Bambou took his coat and hat from
him looked at him under the lamp
ligh. !. This man of continual exaspera-
tons wore the mask Of repose, OF q
disconcerting calmness.
He placed two little packages care
fully upon the table. AS the Indian
put out his hand to arrange them, ne
shouted:
Don't touch them!"
He followed the man to the door and
gave him some orders In low voice.
could not hear word. Then he came
back and sat down opposite me.
Well" he began, lit is perfect.
have seen your daughter. She Is charm
ing, very distinguished, well educated.
This time it would be cruel to try to
oppose Williams wishes. This is the
happiness of his life-his and yours
I was speeches. with amazement.
do not be astonished too quickly
he continued, Eat seeing me submit 80
quietly to- this second choice my son
has made. have plaza very deep
plan-which you will see unraveled as
we, go along. You and thoroughly
understand each other. You belong to
me. body and. soul!'
bent my head In assent.
THAT being understood. l am will
ing to promote your happiness, and
also your daughters. That Is all that
l can say at present. Later | may say
more. Now go and sleep on the good
news that / have brought you. It ought
to fill your heart with pride"
Bambou reappeared with lamp to
light me to my room. IA.
"What about the wedding tomor-
row." said as my host babe me good
night. What have you decided
upon?"
ooh! that will not come off. have
altered my plans" And he added, en-
phasizing each word, "Lucie We'll no
longer counts. she no longer exists,
or, to speak more plainly, she is like
Barrabas, like his son Polydore; she
is as though she were Dead
The marrow of my bones turned
cold. The imperturability of this man
terrified me far more than his attacks
Of fury. | recalled what Lucie had
said. THAT man is capable of any
thing" And L remember replied:
"He would even commit crime
/ And more bewildered than ever. l
went to my room, guided by Bambou
and the light.
/ was disagreeably surprised to find
that the man had locked my door be-
hind him. What did 1t all mean?
It was beautiful night. In the dark
blue vault of heaven myriads Of stars
twinkled and flashed. walked to the
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