The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-09-15
harp in the way you describe a. fat a .

! harp in the way you describe - fatals5
and without injury $5t.5sS%
But not Immediately after It hedI
| been played upon interrupted MOTH
PLAYED upQn y ?; I have never attempt
| TO play upon it,"
| Even had you done so you mig
down before touching the top -
He ran his long white fingers over
golden strings. Instantly there.es
which had heralded the strange =
And now" continued our anls
| while I, who am cunning. hold It
i The ladies gold feet join, obsef
/ top--whcre the hand would On
rest in holding II"
| We gathered around him.
! "A needle point" he rumbled
! svely. "protruding. The player
it not. But who takes 1t from Il
of the player dies! By placing til
again upon its base the point aga
tires.
Shall say what is upon that2t
; to drive q man mad like dog
rabies; to say potent for generations
cannot 1t is a secret buried withft
ugly body OF Caesar Borgia;"
! Caesar Borgia!" we cried IN chorus
! All" rumbled Morris Klaw, ''youI
Athenean harp was indeed made by Pe]
duane Zelont, the Florentine. ItSis!st
clever forge! I have been In Rome un!
! til yesterday. You are surprised: Lam
sorry, for the poor Macallister died.itSa
| Having perfected. with the aid 2so1j
! Isis my mind photograph OF the lazy
who plays the harp. go to Rome stes
| perfect the story of the harp. For .why3s
At my house have po records bsv but i sSssS
: of so old family, and one 50 wicked
shall not name IT.
can library-to the annals Of his rac
a harr. In those priceless pafchmS
described. am convinced. am sui
| Once the beautiful Lucrezia Borg
play upon this harp. To one who
! dislasteful 10 her she says: Replace
! me my harp He does so. He is de
! man. God. what cleverness!
before wnes gour mas Sir IT M 19a 19r Sa
man knows: But 1t has still its vtrtu
| How did the poor Menzles die2 rhs
! himself from his room window rec
! ly learn. This harp certainly was in
| room. conway. after dashing mad q
| the place, springs head downward 8
the attendants chair. McAlister die
exhaustion and convulsionS!
4 silence, when:
Morris Kiaw looked hard at hi,
a thrill of new horror ran TIL
veins. \ low moan came
"G coram m" l@rn "s in a flash.
Why my private door
whispered
keys?" rumbled Klaw.
IN my study, Coram Va
approach 1t. I'VE have bl
: attendants keys at night. N2yo84l
.t,.x1, ,t.aln nnx
81 think not" continue the TIT c
My daughter" cried Coram. AnAs
sPrang , to The ?s open door, Heayens!
she is somnambulistic" whispered
Morris lKaw in my ear. When certain
| unusual sounds. such as heavy vehfcle1a
nKh' reach @S ku hsr o IL i her sess
! of sleepy she arises. and. In comnoAs
with many sleepwalkers, always acts; tAes
same. Something. in the case 81
! HiIda attracts her TO the golden hAt
! She She n must rest st from it. Her
Is overwrought. She unlockaAthl
, and strikes the cords Of the h44
! locking the door. replacing the II
! rctires as she came. Who take9
! harp from her hands, or raises It, mI9
! has laid it down upon its nda. diA1
! These dead attendants were ID
fellows. both. For. hearing the rn19
| they came running saw how the "a
| ter WAS. and did not awaken the sIo
! ing player. Conway was poisoned
/ he returned the harp to its case; AAk
. lister, as he took 1t up from Whete
| lay.
Something tonight awoke her .erea
! could relock the door. The ff14nE
so awaking made her to swoon.'#9 ga
| Coram's kindly voice, and: tho. 800
OF a: girl sobbing atfrightedk5 rseeN
TT was my yell Of fear. M. Hxa3
said Grimsby shamcfacedly.--<;2ha lee
Il understand" rumbled MoriS,
soothinEly. las I see her In my
she is very awesomc! I will shoNs
the picture Isis has made fromG
etheric photograph. I saw It, hnien
: earlier tonight. It confirmed mo-
the Miss Hilda with the harp h
/ hand was poor Conway's last the
| in life
| MIR. Klaw." said Grimsby eaFn1
/ you are a very remarkable ;man!"shsN
! "Yes?" he rumbled, and gtnGerly d.
ed in it's caro- the Greek lyre Of Gpl45
which Paduano Zelloni had wrought ID!
Caesar BorGia. ~
! From the brown hat he took out hiSS
scent spray, and squirted verbenA upon
his heated forehead. #@fz::{t
That harp" he explained, TT smell:
The End. ~.