Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1912-03-08

But I don't know anything abou
It! -. And why can't Christin
marry?"
Because of the Angel of Music. 0
coursl! :"
II don't follow :"
Eyes, he forbids her to ;"
"He fcrbids her, The Ar
gel OF Music forbids her to marry
"Ol, he forbids her with
out forbidding her. It's like this. b.
tells her that. if she got married, shs
would never hear him again. That's
all! And that he would gt
away for ever. So, you I'M
derstand, she can't let the Angel Of
Music go, It's quite natural"
Yes. yes" echoed Raoul submis
sively. its quite natural"
BESIDES, thought Christine had
told you all that, when she met you al
Perros, where she went with her
good genius"
ooh, she went to Perros with her
good genius, did she7"
That Is to say, he arranged to
meet her down there, in Perros
churchyard at Daae's grave. He
| promised to play her The Resurrec.
ton of Lazarus on her fathers VIC.
lin"
Raoul de Chagny rose and, with q
very authoritative air pronounced
these peremptorv words:
Madame. you will have the good.
lives"
The old lady did not seem surprised
at this fndjscreet command. She
raised her eyes and said:
I'm heaven
Such simplicity baff1ed him. He did
not know what to say in the presence
of this candid and perfect faith in
genius who came down nightly from
heaven to haunt the dressing rooms at
the opera.
Ee now realized the possible state
OF mind of a. girl brought up between
sHperstfti0us fiddler and visionary
old lady and he shuddered when he
u.
is Christine still good girl?" he
asked suddenly. IN spite of himself.
Il swear it. as hope to be saved"
exclaimed the old woman, who. this
time. seemed to he incensed. And, II
you doubt 1t. sir, | don't know what
you are here for!"
Raoul tore at his gloves.
How long has she known this
genius?'
About three months. Yes,
it's quite three months since he be.
gan to give her lessons"
The viscount threw up his arms
with a gesture of despair.
''The genius gives her lessons!
.. And where, pray?"
Now that she has gone away with
him, ! can't say: but. up to fort.
night ago. it was in Christine's dress
ing,room. It would be impossible in
this little fat The whole house would
hear them. Whereas, at the opera.
at eight O'Clock in the morning. there
is no one about. do you see!"
Yes, | see! l see!" cried the Wis.
count
And he hurriedly took leave OF
Nine. Valerius. who asked herself II
the young nobleman was not little
off his head.
He walked home to his brothers
house in a ptiful state. He could
have struck himself. banged his head
against the walls! To think that he
had believed in her innocea 9, in her
purity! The Angel OF Music! He |
knew him now! He saw him. 1t was
beyond doubt some unspeakabe
tenor. a goodlooking iackanapes. who
and simpered as he sang!
He thought himself as absurd and as
wretched as could he. Oh, what
little, insignificant. silly
young man was M. lie Vicomte de
thought Raoul furiouslys
And she. what bold and damnable
sly creature.
His brother was waiting for him and
Raoul fell into his arms, like child.
The count consoled him. without ask
Ing for explanations: and Raoul would
certainly have long hestated before
telling him the story of the Angel OF
Music. His brother suggested taking
him out to dinner. Overcome as he
las with despair, Raoul would prob
ably have refused any invitation that
evening. II the count had not, as an
nducement, told him that the lady of
MS thoughts had been seen. the night
n NJ nfh
N the Bois. At first, the viscount re-
used to believe: but he received such
exact details that he ceased protest
ng. She had been seen, 1t appeared,
irving in a brougham. with the win
low down. She seemed to be slowly
aking in the icy night air There
vas glorious moon shining. She was
recognized beyond a doubt AS for
Ter companion, only his shadowy out
inc was distinguished leaning back In
he dark. The carriage was going at
walking pace in lonely drive be-
lind the grandstand at Longchamp.
Ra0ul dressed in frantic haste, pre-
ng himself. as people say. into the
ortex of pleasure Alas, he was a
cry sorry guest and, leaving his
rother early. found himself. by ten
clock in the evening, In cab, be-
ind the Longchamp race course.
1t was bitterly cold The road
eemed deserted and very bright I'M
err the moonlight He told the driver
0 wait for him patiently at the cor