Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-04-03

IT mace me scene upon scene. At last !
l said to the voice, That will do!
am going 10 Perros tomorrow, to pray
on my fathers grave, and l shall ASK
NJ. Raoul de Chagny to go with me.
DO as you please replied the voice,
but shall be at Perros too, for l am
wherever you are, Christine; and. II
you are still worthy of me, If you have
not lied to me, l will play you The
Resurrection of Lazarus, on the stroke
of midnight, on your fathers tomb
and on your fathers violin That
dear. was how l came to write you
the letter that brought you to Perros
How cod I have been so beguiled:
How was it, when l saw the personal,
the selfish point OF view of the voice,
that l did not suspect some impostor!
Alas, was no longer mistress OF my
self: 1 had become his thing"
"put, after ALL" cried Raoul, you
soon came to know the truth! Why
did you not at once rid yourself OF
that abominable nightmare"
Know the truth, Raoul? Rid my.
self of that nightmare? But, my poor
boy, 1 was not caught IN the night
mare until the day when l learned
the truth! Pity me, Raoul,
pity me! You remember the
terrible evening when Carlotta thought
that she had been turned into toad
on the stage and the house was sud
denly plunged In darkness through
the chandelier crashing to the floor?
There were killed anC wounded that
night and the whole theater rang with
terrified screams. My first thought
was for you and the voice. l was at
once easy, where you were concerned,
for had seen you IN your brothers
box and knew that you were not in
danger. But the voice had told me
that it would be at the performance
and I was really afraid for it, just as
II it had been an ordinary person who
was capable of dying. thought to
myself, The chandelier may have
come down upon the voice l was
then on the stage and was nearly
running into the house, to look for the
voice among the killed and wounded,
when l thought that, il the voice was
safe, It would be sure to be in ny
dressing-room and I rushed to my
room. The voice was not there.
locked my door and, with tears in my
eyes, besought it, If 1t were still alive
to manifest itself to me. The voice
did not reply, but suddenly I heard a
long, beautiful wall which 1 knew
well. 1t is the plant OF Lazarus,
when, at the sound OF the Redeemer''
/ voice, he begins to open his eyes anC
/ see the light of day. 1t was the music
which you and 1, Raoul, heard at Per
ros. And then the voice began II
sing the leading phrase, Come! An,
believe IN me! Whose believes in m,
/ shall livel Walk! Whose hath be
| lieved in me shall never die!
cannot tell you the effect which tina
music had upon me. 1t seemed t.
command me, personally, to come, t
stand up and come to it. 1t retreate,
and / followed. Come! And be
leve in me- believed in it, l came
/ came and-this was the e1
traordinary thing-my dressing-roon
as l moved, seemed to lengthen ou
. to lengthen out. Ey
IDENTIFY. it must have been an effect c
mirrors for had the miro
in front of me And, suddeI
ly, / was outside the room withou
knowing howl"
What! Without knowing how
Christine. Christine, you must reall
, stop dreaming"
Il was not dreaming, dear, I wa
outside my room without KNOWN
how. You, who saw me disappea
from my room one evening, may b
able to explain it; but I cannot.
can only tell you that, suddenly, theI
was no mirror before me and no dres