The state herald., 1916-03-10

trilla settled back as though relieved,
somehcw--"an' I've Just got to ask for
your help. Now please don't be
scared. It's really nothin'-only-well,
I've got to tell about 1t. guess" All
the weariness of the world was in that
last phrase. II 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-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 l don't come to. sprinkle water in
my face. shake me-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 n glance
which took in this constrained atti-
tude. She let her lids droop to a full
close.
"Ugh-oh-ugh!" went Rosalie's
voice finally; and at the deep tone, so
unlike Rosalie'e 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. see a 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. 1
see him working far into the night.
His hand is writing-ugh-" This was
a kind of shuddering groan 81 am 60
ing!" Another silence. Then n light
fute-like volce-the accustomed tone
of Laughing-Eyes. Rosalies famous
child control. and the most artistic
thing she did.
Flowers for n 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. l am weak-good.by-pr
Rosalies 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. Rosalie braced herself with.
in for the shock OF cold water. But
Miss Estrilla only shook her. Rosalie
made sleepy motion and became still.
called into her ear.
Madame lie Grange-wake up!"
This time. Rosalie permitted her
eyes 10 open. She stared n moment
as at things remote. fetched another
shudder. sat bolt upright. Her first ex.
preston was bewildered; her second
startled. There followed every ap.
pearnnce OF embarrassment and
chagrln.
oh, what has happened!" she said,
Don't you know7" asked Miss Es.
trilla. regarding her narrowly.
u remember coming In here" said
Rosalle. "an' ! remember telling you
that ! might go out-fall asleep" She
arose at this and began nervousiy to
pace the room.