The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1916-03-09

trilla settled back n though relieved.
somehow-"an' I've just got to ask for
your help. Now please don't be
scared It's really nothin'-only-vell.
I've got to tell about 1t. l guess" All
the weariness OF the world vas In that
last phrase. Il 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 . minute, Ill be goin' out
OF myself-unconscious. you know. III
talk. probably. may thrash around .
little. BY an by. III 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 i've minutes. Then
II 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 Estrtl-
Ia. 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 syelashes. best instrument
OF her trade. Rosalis stole . 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, 90
unlike Rosalies 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-
porarfes-"a-ahi Doctor Carver. l
come to speak of young man. see
him near this place. see q struggle
about him. I see q glass of liquor on
one side of him and . woman's hand
on the other. He il drawing toward
the woman's hands. l see her more
clearly now. She has golden hair.
see him working far into tho night
His hand 10 writing-ugh-" This was
. kind Of shuddering groan. II am 60
ing!" Another silence. Then . light
dute-like voice-the accustomed tone
Of Laughing-Eyes. Rosalis's famous
child control. and the most artistic
thing she did.
Flowers for = pretty LADY," came
the voice of Laughing.Eyes. Pretty
lady 10 sick. Pretty lady IL crying. It's
bright hero. And the spirits talk to
me. One. two. three spirits talk to
LauEhing-Eyes. One of them wants
the pretty lady-oh. he's gone! He is
weak. am weak-good-by-pretty-"
Rosalie's lips closed, and she settled
down ~ though into deeper sleep. She
waited through q 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. Rosalis
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 q moment
a. at things remote, fetched another
shudder. sat bolt upright. Her nrst e.
preston was bewildered; her second
startled. There followed every ap-
pearance Of embarrassment and
chagrin.
"Oh. what has happened?" she said.
Don't you know?" asked Miss Ds-
trilla. regarding her narrowly.
Il remember coming in here" said
Rosalie. AN l remember telling you
that l might go out-fall asleep" She
arose at this and began nervously to
pace the room.
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