The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1914-02-27


trilla settled back as though relieved.
somehow-"an' I've just got 10 ask for
your help. Now please don't be
scared. It's really nothin'-only-we
I've got TO tell about IL. guess" All
the weariness OF the world was In that
last phrase. Il git took this way some.
times. There's nothin' dreadful about
II 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 n
little. by an by, I'll stop talkin' an
be perfectly quiet" Here Rosalie
shuddered three or four times again.
imperonated an effort OF the will, and
went on: Don't do anything tc me
while I'm talkin'. But after I'm done
an lay quiet, wait five minutes. Then
II don't come TO, sprinkle water in
my face. shake me-anything an
dont-tell-anybo6y-" 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 Estri-
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 n glance
which took in this constrained atti
tude. She let her lids droop to n full
close.
Ugh-oh--ugh," went Rosalies
voice finally; and at the deep tone. SO
unlike Rosalies accustomed silvern
accents, Miss Estrlla started
Doctor Carver"-it was a 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 10 speak OF a young man. see
him near this place. see struggle
about him. ! see glass OF liquor on
one side OF him and a 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 go
ing" Another silence. Then a light
nute-like voice-the accustomed tone
OF Laughing Eyes, Rosalies famous
child control, 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 TO
me. One, two, three spirits talk 10
One OF them wants
the pretty lady-oh, he's gone, He Is
weak. / am weak-good- -by-pretty-
Rosalies lips closed, and she settled
down as though into deeper sleep She !
waited through space which seemed
eternity. Presently she heard n 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 a sleepy motion and became still. |
Miss Estrilla shook her again, and !
called into her ear.
Madame lie Grange--wake up!"
This time, Rosalie permitted her |
eyes TO open. She stared a moment |
~ at things remote, fetched another
sat bolt upright Her first ex.
preston was bewildered; her second
startled. There followed every ap-
'earance OF embarrassment and
,hagrin.
"Oh. what has happened?" she said
Don't you know" asked Miss Es.
rilla, regarding her narrowly.
Il remember coming I'm here" said
sosalie, "an' ! remember telling you
hat ! might 90 out--fall asleep" She
rose at this and began nervously TO
ace the room