Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1914-02-13

trilla settled back as though relieved,
somehow-"an I've just got to ask for
-FOUR help. Now please don't be
scared. It's really nothin'-only-well,
I've got to tell about 1t. guess" All
the WEAKNESS of the world was in that
last phrase. Il 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, I'll be goin' out
of myself-unconscious, you know. I'll
talk, probably. may thrash around
little. BY an by, I'll stop talkin' an
be perfectly quiet" Here Rosalie
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 | don't come to, sprinkle water In
my face, shake me-anything an
don't-tell--anybody-" These last
words died away in a 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
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, Rosalie stole a glance
which took in this constrained atti-
tude. She let her lids droop to full
close.
"Ugh-oh-ugh!' went Rosalie's
voice finally; and at the deep tone, SO
unlike Rosalie's accustomed silvern
accents. Miss Estrilla started.
Doctor Carver"-it was deep male
voice which proceeded from Rosalie's
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. l see struggle
about him. l see a 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
kind of shuddering groan Il am 60
ing!" Another silence. Then light
fiute-like voice-the accustomed tone
of Laughing Eyes, Rosalie's famous
child 0pntrol. and the most artistic
thing she did.
FLOWERS for a pretty lady!" came
the voice of Laughing-Eyes. Pretty
lady is sick. Pretty lady is crying. It's
bright here. And the spirits talk tc
me- One, two, three spirits talk tc
Laughing-Eyes. One Of them wants
the pretty lady-oh, he's gone! He IL
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 PresentlyXshe heard rust
ling from the bed. Miss Estrilla hat
moved. Rosalie braced herself with
in for the shock Of cold water Bu
Miss Estrilla only shook her. Resale
made a sleepy motion and became still
Miss Estrilla shook her again. ant
called into her ear.
Madame LIE Grange-wake up!"
This time, Rosalie permitted he
eyes to open. She stared a momen
as at things remote, fetched anothe
shudder, sat bolt upright. Her first ex
preston was bewildered; her secon'
startled. There followed every az
pearance Of embarrassment AM
chagrin.
"Oh, what has happened?" she said
Don't you know" asked Miss Es
trilla, regarding her narrowly.
81 remember coming in here" sail
Resale, AN l remember telling yo'
that might go out-fall asleep" Sh
arose at this and began nervously u
pace the room.
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