Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1912-04-24

covered with blood. had
tried to kill myself by striking my !
forehead against the walls.
"Christinei" groaned Raoul; and he
began to sob.
Then he bound me. l am
not allowed to die until eleven O'CLOCK
tomorrow evening"
"Mademoiselle." 1 declared, the
monster bound you and ne
shall unbind you. You have only to
play the necessary part! Remember
that he loves you'll"
I"AIas," we heard. Am l likely &c
forget it,"
{ Remember it and smile to him
{. entreat him tell hlU
that your bonds hurt you"
BIZ. Christine Daae said: sAnaSA-
Hush, I hear something
in the wall on the lake! 1t
Is hei Go away! Go away!
Go away"
I'VE could not go away, even If We
wanted to-" said, as impressively as
could. I'VE cannot leave this! And
we are in the torture-chamber!"
'Hush!" whispered Christine again.
Heavy steps sounded slowly behind
the wall, then stopped and made the
floor creak once more. Next came a
tremendous sigh, followed by a cry
Of horror from Christine, and We
heard Erik's voice:
81 beg your pardon for letting you
see a face like this! What a state 1
am in, am not? It's the other ones
fault! Why did he ring? Do l ask
people who pass to tell me the time?
He will never ask anybody the time
again, 1t is the SIRENS fault"
Another sigh, deeper, more tremen-
dous still, came from the aoysmal
depths OF a soul.
why did you cry out, Christine?"
Because l am in pain, Erik"
81 thought l had frightened you"
Erik, unloose my bonds. .
Am l not your prisoner"
You will try TO kill yourself again"
You have given me till eleven
o'clock tomorrow evxning, Erik"
The footsteps dragged along the
floor again.
After all, as we are to die together
=. and | am just as eager as you
yes, have had enough OF this
life, you know. Wait, don't
move, will release you. You
have only one word TO say: MOI And
IL Will at .~r2e be over with every
/ body! Yss9 are right, you are
right; why salt till eleven O'Clock
tomorrow True, it would have been
/ grander, finer. But that is
childish nonsense. We should
only think OF ourselves in this lie.
of our own death the rest
/ doesn't matter. You're look.
/ ing at me because l am all wet?
Oh, my dear, it's raining cats and
dogs outside! -. Apart from
that, Christine, think l am subject
to Authorizations. You know
the man who rang at the sirens door
just now-go and look If he's ringing
at the bottom OF the lake-welI. he was
rather like. There, turn round
are you glad? You're free
now. On. my poor Christine
look at your wrists; tell me, have
hurt them? That alone de
serves death. Talking o.
death, must sing his requiem!"
Hearing these terrible remarks,
received an awful presentiment
! too had once rung at the monster,
door and, without knowing
it, must have set some warning cur
rent in motion. And | remem
bered the two arms that had emerged
from the tnky waters. VIVA
poor wretch had strayed to that shOr,
this time? Who was the other one
the one whose requiem We now heart
sung?
: Erik sang like the god of thunder
sang Dies Irae that enveloped us a
: in a storm. The elements SCENE,
to rage around US. Suddenly, the OF
| gan and the voice ceased so student
that NJ. de Chagny sprang back, o.
: the other side of the wall, with emo
/ ton. And the voice, changed an
I transformed, distinctly grated GU
r these metallic syllabIes:
What have you done with N
r bag?"