Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1914-06-18

trilla 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 nothin'-only-we well,
I've got to tell about It, guess" All
the WEAKNESS of the world was in that
last phrase. Il git took this way some
times. There's nothin' dreadful about
1t when folks understand. Don't call
anybody. please don't. Jest stay where
you are. In a minute, I'll be goin' out
of myself you know I'll
talk, probably. may thrash around a
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 five minutes. Then
If l don't come to. sprinkle water in
my face, shake Yne--anything an
dont-tell-anybody-" These last
words died away in grooming Under
tone. Rosalie sank deeper into her
chair. Her eyes fixed on the distance.
Gradually, her lids fell. So she rested
for some time, immobile. Miss Estril-
la. sitting up on her couch, watched
Rosalie 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, Rosalie stole glance
which took In this constrained atti-
tude. She let her lids droop to full
close.
Ugh-oh-ugh!" went Rosalies
unlike Rosalie's accustomed silvern
accents, Miss Estrilla started.
Doctor Carver"-it was deep male
voice which proceeded from Rosalies
entranced lips; this male voice of her
had been the envy of her old contem-
poraries-"a-ah! Doctor Carver.
come to speak of young man. ] see
him near this place. / see struggle
about him. l see glass of liquor on
one side of him and woman's hand
on the other. He 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 Il am 60
ing!" Another silence. Then a light
fiute-like voice-the accustomed tone
of Laughing Eyes, Rosalie's famous
child control, and the most artistic
thing she did.
Flowers for a pretty Iady!" 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-p
Rosalie's lips closed, and she settled
down as though into deeper sleep. She
waited through a space which seemed
eternity. Presently she heard a rust
ling from the bed. Miss Estrilla had
moved. Rosalie braced herself with
In for the shock OF cold water. But
Miss Estrilla only shook her. Rosalie
made sleepy motion and became still.
Miss Estrilla shook her again, and
called into her ear.
Madame LIE Grange-wake up!"
This time, Resale 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
trilla, regarding her narrowly.
Il remember coming In here" said
Rosalie, IAN l remember telling you
that l might go out-fall asleep" She
arose at this and began nervously to
pace the room.