The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1914-01-30

tri!la settled back as though relieved.
somehow-"an' I've just got TO ask for
your help. Now please don't be
scared. It's really nothln'-only-wel
I've got to tell about 1t. guess" Ali
the WEAKNESS OF the world was In that
last phrase. 81 git took this way some
times. There's nothin' dreadful about
It when folks understand Don't call
anybody, please don't. Jest stay where
you are. In minute, III be goin' out
Of myBeif-unconscious. you know I'll
talk, probably. ! may thrash around
little. by an by, I'll stop talkin an
be perfectly quiet Here Resale
shuddered three or four times again.
Impersonated an effort of the will, and
went on: Don't do anything TO me
while I'm talkin'. But after I'm done
an lay quiet wait Ave minutes. Then
II ! don't come to. sprinkle water In
my face. shake me-anything an
don't--tell-anybody--" These last
words died away in grooming under
tone. Resale sank deeper into her
chair. Her eyes fixed on tho distance.
Gradually her lids fell So she rested
for some time, immobile Miss Estril.
la, sitting up on her couch, watched
Resale intently. Now and then, Rosa.
lie noted, her breathing came In irreg.
ular little catches From the cover
Of her long eyelashes, best instrument
Of her trade, Resale stole a glance
which took in this constrained att.
tude. She let her lids droop to full
close
"Ugh-oh-ugh!" went Rosalies
voice finally; and at the deep tone, so
unlike Rosalies accustomed silvern
accents. Miss Estrila started
Doctor Caryer"--it was a deep male
voice which proceeded from Rosalle's
entranced lips; this male voice of her
hac been the envy of her old coutem-
poraries-"a-ah! Doctor Carver. |
come to speak Of young man. see
him near this place. see a struggle
about him. | see glass OF liquor on
one side OF him and a womans hand
on the other. lie is drawing toward
the woman's hands. / see her more
clearly now. She has golden hair |
see him working far into the night
His hand is writing-ugh-" This was
a kind of shuddering groan 81 am go
ing" Another silence. Then a light
hute-like voice-thc accustomed tone
Of Laughing.Eyes, Rosalie's famous
child control, and the most artistic
thing she did
Flowers for pretty LADY," came
the voice OF Laughing. Eyes. Pretty
lady is sick. Pretty lady is crying It's
bright here And the spirits talk to
me. One, two, three spirits talk to
Laughing Eyes. One of them wants
the pretty lady-oh, he's gone! He is
weak. | am weak-'gOod-by- pretty"
Rosalie's lips closed, and she settled
down as though into deeper sleep. She
waited through space which seemed
eternity. Presently she heard rust
ling from the bed. Miss Estrilla had
moved. Rosalio braced herself with
in for the shock OF cold water. But
Miss Estrilla only shook her. Resale
made sleepy motion and became still.
Miss Estrilla shook her again. and
called into her ear.
Madame 10 Crange-wake upl"
This time, Rosalie permitted her
eyes to open. She stared moment
as at things remote, fetched another
shudder. sat bolt upright. Her first ex-
preston was bewildered; her second
startled. There followed every ap-
pearance OF embarrassment and
chagrin.
"Oh. what has happened?" she said.
Don't you know" asked Miss Els.
trllla, regarding her narrowly.
81 remember coming in here" said
Resale. 'an' ! remember telling you
that ] might 90 out-fall asleep" She
arose at this and began nervously to
pace the room.