Tombstone epitaph., 1916-03-26

trilla settled back as though relieved. sonehow-"an' I've just got to ask for your help. Now please don't be I've got to tell about it. l guess" All the weariness of the world was in that last phrase. 'I git took thie 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 . minute. I'll be goin' out of myself-unconscious. you know. I'll talk. probably. l may thrash around a 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 I don't come to. sprinkle water In my face. shake me-anything an dont-tell-any body" These last words died away ia a cTooa.as :.Se:- 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 a 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 a deep male voice which proceeded from Rosalie's entranced lips: this male voice of her had been the envy of her old contem' l poraries-"a-ah! Doctor Carver. come to speak Of a young man. see l him near this place. l see a struggle about him. I see a glass of liquor on one side of him and & woman's hand on the other. He Is drawing toward the womans hands. l 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 'I am go ing" Another silence. Then a ligh, fute-like voice-the accustomed tone of Laughing Eyes. Rosalie's 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 tc me. One. two, three spirits talk tc Laughing-Eyes. One Of them wants the pretty lady-oh, he's gone. He i: weak. I am weak-good by-pretty-' Rosalle's lips closed. and she settled down as though into deeper sleep. Shs waited through a space which seemed eternity. Presently she heard a rust ling from the bed. Miss Estrilla hat moved. Rosalie braced herself with !n for the shock of cold water Bu Miss Estrilla only shook her RosaIi' made a sleepy motion and became still Miss Estrilia shook her again. ant called into her ear.
 Madame Le Grange-wake up."
 This time. Rosalie permitted he eyes to open. She stared momen as at things remote. fetched anothe shudder. sat bolt upright. Her first ex pression was bewildered: her secon' startled. There followed every az pearance of embarrassment an, chagrin.
 .Oh. what has happened!" she said
 Don't you krow!" asked Miss Ee trilla. regarding her narrowly.
 'I remember coming in here" sai, Rosalie. "an' I remember telling vol that I might go out-fall asleep" Sh arose at thls and began nervously t pace the room.