Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1912-02-27

OuI1Slluc, WIZ was AtIAc ouOI Y
| sighted, pretended that she had seen
many. He smiled at the thought and
then suddenly gave start A voice
behind him said:
DO you think the Korrigans will
come this EVENING"
1t was Christine. He tried to speak.
She put her gloved hand on his mouth.
Listen, Raoul. | have decided to
tell you something serious, very seri.
gus. Do you remember the
legend of the Angel Of Music?"
Il do indeed he said. Il believe
It was here that your father first told
t to u.s."
And it was here that he said,
When / am in heaven, my child,
will send him to YOU Well, Raoul,
my father is in heaven, and | have
been visited by the Angel of Music"
Il have no doubt OF it, replied the
young man gravely, for it seemed to
him that his friend, in obedience to
pious thought, was connecting the
memory of her father with the bril-
fancy OF her last triumph.
Christine appeared astonished at
the Vicomte de Chagny's GOODNESS:
''Hcw DO you understand it?' she
asked, bringing her pale face so close
to his that he might have thought that
Christine was going to give him a
Mss; but she only wanted to read his
eyes in spite OF the dark.
II understand" he said, that no
human being can sing as you sang the
other evening without the interven-
ton of some miracle. No professor
on earth can teach you such accents
as those. You have heard the Angel
of Music, Christine
YES she said solemnly. lin my
dressing-room. That is where he
I'm your dressing-room? he echoed
stupidity.
Yes, that is where have heard
him; and have not been the only one
to hear him.
who else heard him, Christine?"
You, my friend"
Il? l heard the Angel of Music?"
Eyes. the other evening. it was he
who was talking when you were listen
ing behind the door. 1t was he who
said, You must love me- But then
thought that l was the only one to
ment when you told me. this morning,
that you could hear him too"
Raoul burst out laughing. The first
rays of the moon came and shrouded
the two young people in their light.
Christine turned on Raoul with a hos.
tile air. Her eyes, usually SO gentle,
flashed fire.
What are you laughing at? You
think you heard mans voice, l sup.
pose?"
We'll! - replied the young
man, whose ideas began to grow con.
fused in the face OF Christine's de.
termined attitude.
ITS you, Raoul, who say that? You.
an old playfellow OF my own! A
friend of my father's! But you have
changed since those days. What are
you thinking Of? l am an honest girl,
M. lie Vicomte de Chagny, and l don't
lock myself up in my dressing-room
with mems voices. If you had opened
the door, you would have seen that
there was nobody in the room!"
That's true! l did open the door,
when you We're gone. and found no
one in the ROOM"
$50 you see! Well?"
all
courage.
We'll, Christine, I think that some
body is making game of you"
She gave cry and ran away. He
ran after her, but, in a tone OF fierce
anger, she called out: Leave me!
Leave me-" And she disappeared.
Raoul returned to the inn feeling
very weary. very low-spirited and
very sad. He was told that Christine
had gone to her bedroom saying that
she would not be down to dinner.
Raoul dined alone, in very gloomy
mood. Then he went to his room and
tried to read. went to bed and tried
to sleep. There was no sound in the
next room.
The hours passed slowly. 1t was
about half.past eleven when he dis
tinctly heard some one moving, with
a light, stealthy step. in the room
next to his. Then Christine had not
gone to bed! Without troubling for
q reason, Raoul dressed, taking care
not to make a sound, and waited.
Waited for what? How could he tell:
But his heart thumped in his chest
when he heard Christine's door turn
slowly on its hinges. Where could
she be going, at this hour, when every
one was fast asleep at Perros? Softly
opening the door, he saw Christmas
white form in the moonlight, slipping
along the passage. She went down
the stairs and he leaned over the
haluster above her. Suddenly he
heard two voices in rapid converse
ton. He caught one sentence: Don't
lose the key"
It was the landlady's voice. The
door facing the sea was opened and
locked again. Then all was STILL
Raoul ran back to his room and
threw back the window. Christine's
white form stood on the deserted
quay.
The first floor of the Setting Sun
vas at no great height and tree
growing against the wall held out its
branches to Raoul's impatient arms
md enabled him to climb down I'M
known to the landlady. Her amaze
nent, therefore, was all the greater
when, the next morning, the young