Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-05-01

of love daroga =. i
am dying OF love. i
That is how it is. loved her
so, And I love her still
daroga and / am dying OF
love for her, l tell you!
II you knew how beautiful she
was :. when she let me kiss
her alive. 1t was the
first time, daroga, the first
time I ever kissed a woman.
Yes, alive. l kissed
her alive and she looked rs
beautiful as if she had been dead"
The Persian shook Erik By the arm.
will you tell me if she is alive or
dead?"
Why do you shake me like that?"
asked Erik, making an effort to speak
more connectedly. Il tell you that
am going to die. Yes, l kissed
her alive.
And nov she is dead?"
u tell you 1 kissed her just like
that, on her forehead and
she did not draw back her forehead
from my lips! Oh, she is a
good girl! AS to her being
dead, don't think so; but it has moth
ing TO do with me. no. no,
she is not dead! And no one Shall
touch a hair of her head, She is a
good, honest girl, and she saved your
life. daroga, a. a moment when 1
would not have given twopence for
your Persian skin. As a matter of
fact, nobody bothered about you. Why
were you there with that little chap?
You would have died as we'll as heI
NY word, how she entreated me for
her little chap! But I tGld her that,
as she had turned the scorpion, she
had, through that very fact, and OF
her own free will, become engaged to
me and that she did not need to have
two men engaged to her, which was
true enough.
LAS for you, you did not exist, you
had ceased TO exist, l tell you, and
you were going to die with the other!
Only. mark me, daroga. when
you were yelling like the devil, be
cause OF the water. Christine came
to me with her beautiful blue eyes
wide open, and swore to me. as she
hoped to be saved, that she consented
! to be my living wife! Until
! then, in the depths OF her eyes,
daroga, had always seen my dead
/ wife: it was the first time l saw my
| living wife there. She was sincere,
| as she hoped 10 be saved. She would
/ not kill herself. 1t was a bargain.
] 10 all tho
/ water was back in the lake. and
| had a hard job with you, daroga, for
upon my honor, / thought you were
! done for! - However!
/ There you were, 1t was un
derstood that l was to take you both
up to the surface of the earth. When
at last, l cleared the Louis-Philippe
room of you, came back alone. >
What have you done with the
Vicomte de Chagny?" asked the Per
sian, interrupting him.
"Ah, you see, daroga, I couldn'
carry him up like that, at once.
He was a hostage. But
could not keep him in the house OF
the lake either, because of Christine
so l locked him up comfortably,
chained him up niceiy-a Whit O
the Mazenderan scent had left him a
limp as Tag-in the Communists
dungeon, which is in the most desert
ed and remote part of the opera, be
low the fifth cellar, where no one eve
comes, and where no one ever hear
you. Then l came back to Christine
Sha waq waiting for mo
Erik here rose solemnly. Then b
continued, but, as he spoke, he wa
overcome by all his former emotion
and began to tremble like a leaf:
Yes, she was waiting for me
waiting for me erect and alive, rea
living bride as she hoped I
be saved. And, when l
came forward, more timid tina
a little child, she did not ru
stayed she waited for me
I even believe darog
that she put out her forehea
a little oh, not muc
just a little like
living bride. And an
l kissed her!
/! /! /! An
she did not die! Oh, no
good it is, daroga, to kiss somebod
: on the forehead, You can
tell! But 1! T. VI
mother, daroga, my poor, unhapp
mother would never let m
kiss her. She used to ru
away and throw me NJ
mask! Nor any other woma
ever, ever! =. All, yo
can understand, my happiness was S
great, l cried. And / fell at her fee
crying and l kissed her fee
her little feet crying
S You're crying. too, daroga
/ and she cried also the ang,
3 criedl :"
. Erik sobbed aloud and the Persia
j himself could not retain his tears /
g the praEapPn nf no