Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 35, Number 25, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1889 — Page 3

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 7. 18S&

TWO NEWSPAPER PARAGRAPHSLondon Society. Thlesday, April 3, 1SS . I, Pierce Cormac, have no great storr to tell, and I do not know what impulse it is that is driving roe this dull, rainy morning to set down the events of the last few Steeles. Bat to a man to whom such a thiDg has happened as has happened to Tne the future may have interest enough

to warrant the telling of all that isanyway concerned with what may be before me God knows I thall be glad enough if some day, in two or three yeara maybe, I can put this paper in the fire and say to my eelf, ''It was nothing, after all a false alarm." I am notr writing in a small room high rip in a hotel in the Kue des Saints Peres, Tari, but un':I a few weeks as:o I lived a very quiet life in the heart of the countv Clare. I was my father's second eon, and at the time of my elder and only brother's dt.ith, I was being educated in Paris with a view to becoming a priest. I was fifteen vears old when I first went to 1 ans, know ins nothing but what the national school master had toilfully taught me, and, ex cept in the matter of the r reneh language, had not ad ld much to my 6inall f-tock of learning, when, two years later, poor KeJmond died, and my father, who was a widower, sent forme to come home. tie took awav mv nana irom tne plough, saving the priesthood was a jrood trade for second sons, but was not a fit bus ness for his heir. He sent me to colleee. and I sient four rears in Dublin. where I learned to speak in a brogue caving almost forgotten my native inflection during my schooling in France and acquired a smattering of the law, and gen erally ntted myself to take my neat on the bench of magistrates when I finally came home for good. son afterward my father died; and, there being no apparent reason why I thould do otherwise, I went on living at Carrig Frass, with little to interest me beyond my horses and my shooting, and nothing to do but to look after ray email property, which at best brought me in about five or six hundred a year. One fjay it was my birthday the 13th of lat month. March I rode over to Blvdth. Bludth is a bamlet, about fouren Irish miles off, and it is as forsaken a p'ae as you could ever see. The only Recent building in it it the police barracks -afcill, whitewashed bor of a place, with iriangnlar iron blinds to the windows, like the vizors which you see on oid helmets. There are a couple of public-housee, and the rest of "the street," as they call it, is compoeed of wretched little thatched cottapes, of which, for the mot part, I have the honor of being the proprietor. My business w?s to collect rent, and, bad as the times are, I &rot the greater part of the few pounds which I was owed. At one houe only, the last in the row, which had strangled ä little apart from the others, was my rent refused to me. The it an who owned it was an ill-ron-ditionpd blackguard, who waa more than Basperted of being an agent in the many moonlizhtiriß outrages that have disgraced this county. I had stopped at his hocse in coming and left word with his v. ife that this was Iii last chance, and that I would "have the law of him" if he did Eot pay up. "ow.a I rode away, I etayed for a moment outsUe aud called again for Ian;el Herlihy. No answer came; the door was shut, and as I rod on I whittled to Fhaun, my littly yeilow Irish terrier, to follow me without further delaying. He had fallen some distance behind, nosing about at the side of the road, and as he pased Herlihy's cabia a larirw doe jumped over the wall of the potato-garden, and knocking him over legan to worry him. I jumped olf and lett the mare standing in the middle of the road while I did my best to eDarate the dogs. At last, by dint of laying into the agreseor a biz, gray briudle cur that had often before attacked mewith my crop, I made him loose his hold of Shaun'a throat, and wjib a kick that must have tested the stuff his r bs Tvere made of, I sent him over the wa'l. fchann was but HtMe the worse for the encounter; my own hand had got a good deal torn by either his or the gray dog's teeth, but it was nothing to signify, and I soon tied it op with my pocket-handkerchief. The mare was rooting with her noaeinthe mud on the top of the fent? and let me catch her without trouble, and I started ajj.iin. It was past 6 o'clock, an angry-lookins, stormy aiternoon. I waa riding up a valley through the hills to the west, in the teeth of the wind which was blowing big brown clouds over the hiah edge of the mountains through the gap in which the sun had gone down. A desolate little lake, taü smothered by rushes, fiila up the lower end of 'be va'dey through which my road went. It was black with the small waves that the wind had whipped all over it,and the nearer hills hid it from the rellow ligh.i that was still flowing, in a long stream over the shoulder of Forna. The narrow liohireen on which I was traveling was squeezed close in between the-lake Lough Clure, its name is and the steep, up-fpr ntring sides of a furzy 14H that rose nearly sheer out of the iter. I remember the thought strik ing me that thi w just the ort of time opa n igiit expect to meettne liiar k ilound thai the country people say lives in Lough Clure. They say he cornea up now and then, dark and dripping out of the water, and on whoever he lays his paw there com a black sieknem like the plague, and no one ha ever recovered from iL 13ut one cannot believe all their stories. A little boy riding on a donkey met me; a gray ghost of a donkey, and a little boy who looked in the twilight as ghostly as Lis jackass. He lorbed his head to me as be pas-awl. hut I did not take any notice of him. I was logging steadily on, with the rent, which had been paid me in very small coin, clinking in my pockets. My thoughts were back in Paris. This was a good-for-nothing, coioriefS life I was living no profession, no hopes, no future. I wished there had never leen any idea cf making a priest of me. It was an unlucky thing, somehow, to have gone back cf ft resolve of that kind. I could not shake off a superstitious feeling that doing so had brought some blight over mv life. "My iod! Look at that little dogf" This from the donkey-boy whom I had ust passed blended with a yell from a dog. I looked round : the boy was off his donkey stooping over something in the road. "I rodu quickly bark to where he w as standing, and there saw Shann struggling in the dust, half of hin head laid open by a blow from a large stone that lay on the road by him. "'Twas Dan Herlihy thrun it," the donkey-boy said, excitedly. "I seen him run north over the hill through the furze." I got off my horse again, but this time I couid do little for poor S' ha tin. One of his eyes was knocked clean away I would rather he had b en killed by the dog. I lifted him op and took him home in my arms, and th next morning, with a sorry heart, I pit a ballet through his head. Poor little Shaan! I wonder if it will ever come to that with me. I had no proofs against Herlihy; aTl I could do wa.1 to determine to get th last pennv of his rant out of him, and, if ever the chance earn, in my wit, to show him as little mercy a he had shown Shaun. . The chance hta not come ret, bat if I pil through this thing that is'on me nmr, please God, J willpay Shaun's debt and a little trifle I owe) Dan Herlihy on my own aocr-ant, honestly and with interest. However, at the time there was nothingfor xna to do but to sit still, ind it was

just three weeks later that I waa told ons morning that a" woman was at the door wanting to speak to me. It waa Herlihy's wife, a gaunt, care-worn-looking creature, who kept her head covered up in the hood of her cloak, and spoke in a hoarse, frightened voice. "Sir, your honor." she began, "niver say the word to Dan that I come here. Sure, I'd have come before, but I wouldn't be let by him." She paused, and then went on hurriedly: "There wm a person said you were bit by our dogthat time you rode into Bludth 5-esterday three week. Your honor, sir," she said, coming a step nearer, "whatever way the dog was that day, the day afther

he was runmn mad throuzh the counthry. and the polls couldn't kill him till he had three of Mahonv'g cows bitten, and him self half dead with the boy hunting Ullll. "How do you know he was mad?" '"Ere yistherday was the twenty-firrt day with the cows, and wan of thim'8 dead already. "Who was the person eaid I was bit ten?" She began to cry: "Oh, that I'd have to sav of my own husband! Dan seen it, your honor! He was inside in the honse, and he seen you tying up your hand, and he never let on a word tt.l after the cow s dying, an thin he 6aye, 'There'll be more that way !' gays he. 'Yt hy so? 6avs I, and he savs I cut her story short. My temper is none of the best, and the less I heard about Ian Herlihy the better. "I am obliged to you tor your trouble," I said, for after all she had come a long way to tell me of w hat she believed to be my danger. "Here is something for yon, and go round to the cook and get some dinner. And then you may g home and tell your blackguard of a husband that I am quite well and mean to keep so, and that he'll hear more of me before he's done with me." With that I put a couple of shillings in her hand and turned my back upon her. She took the money as" if ehe only half liked doing so, and went slowly on round the house to the yard, while I stood on my hall door-steps and began to think over what she had just told me. My house is built high upon the hillside and there is a fine view from the front of it. Yoa look straight out over rough, tumbling hills to the sea, and the shannon lies to the south.' cutting the country in two like the bright blade of a knife. " Tbero was hardly a touch of white in the blue eky that xVpril morning. Very high up there was a lark singing; in the lower levels of the air plover were wheeling and whistling; the wind brought the sott spring music of the bleating ol hmbs to me in purring waves of sound. It ?hook the fuchsia hedge that was sprouting at tho foot of the garden and brought tho crisp sheaths of the eini tree buds flutterinir down on to the ground. I suppose I noticed these things then, or I should not be able to feel them so clearly now but I do not rem 'tuber doing so. I stared at the purple mark on my right hand where the wound made by the dog's teeth had been. It was too late now for any of tho ordinary rough-and-ready cures; and the probability seemed to be that aa I had kept well up to this, nothing was going to happen to me and I need take no precautionary measures. Indeed, only for the cows I don't believe I would have thought twice about it, but their dying certainly gave me a bit of a shake; and the talk I bad with the dispensary doctor not long ago about this M. Pasteur's cure for hydrophobia recurred tome (though, to tell the truth, little Cousidine said he had no such great opinion of it) and I had been feeling unsettled and restless for some time; in fact, putting one thing and another together, I thought the best thing I could do was to etart off for Paris as soon as I could. I do not mean to pretend that I had or have much faith in this system of Tasteur's. I had heard only very little of it from Dr. Considine, and had rvad about as much in the newspapers, and I think 1 am not disposed to believe new things very readily. I am a bit of a fatalist, and don't hold much With doctors. If you live for seven or eight years in one of the remotest parts of Ireland, your intellectual rart gets very sodden ; and, teine bred up for a priest is bad training for the mind. I had to swallow so many queer stories of the old-fashiondd miracles when I was a bov that I had no capacity for new ones; it is as much as I can do to hold on to the beliefs that were taught meat school; and after all, with all the trouble they g:tve me to believn them, they do not seem to make much difference in my lifo or any one else's. The doctors and the priests do their best first the one and then the other; but hereabouts I think the "niountainy men," who see little of either, pet on just as well as the rest. However, all ;his is neither here nor there as they say and to come back to where I started from, whether 1 believed ia Pasteur or no, it was well worth taking the oft-chance of following his treatment, when it involved getting away from Carrig Fras. Even if I were eoinp to die in a we-k, I would be glad to live that last week in Paris. There was a little hotel toward the lower end rif the Hue des Saints Peres that I knew very well. My only friend in 1'jiris, outside the walls of the seminary, had lived there. He was an American art student, a distant connection of mine through some long-sinee emigrated relative, and my rare holidays had always been spent with him. It did not look the same place to me yesterday aiternoon, when I arrived cold and tired after my lonir journey. There is a new proprietor, aud the house is all changed ; the big potj with prickly shrubs in them no longer block up the uoorway. and I missed old Hector, the big dog who used to sprawl accross the narrow hall. I looked idly down the list with the names of the inmates, which hung, each name against its respective key, in the bure.iu, with an illogical hope that after eight years "Wilbur i. Collins" might still be found opposite key No. 55, an cinquirirt? ; but a name so outlandish that 1 remember it still "Zdenka Vorschak" was what I saw. I don't even know if it is a man's or a woman's. it was a dark gloomv evening. The rain and wind that haI beaten against the windows of Carrig Frass all that long night the night before my start the night after Bridget Herlihy had told me the dog was mad had faithfully followed me. Tho rain and that fierce west wind had traveled express across England and France as well as I, and were seemingly undefeated here in Paris as they had been at home. 1 was very tired and I went to bed earlv. but I could not sleep for a long time. Most ol the old hotew on the further sido of the Seine have a many rooms as a beehive has cells, and the thinness of the partition walls in the hotel Saint Iioch spared me none of the pounding of pianos, the the tra'nninrs to and fro. and the noiv good-nights which went on till past twelve. Piercing through these rougher sounds I had heard the voice of a violin; and as they one by ono fell into silence, the violin notea grew louder and stronger. It was a wild, miserable sort of mnftle, the like of which I had never heard before. It kept me awake for a longtime, snd when I got to sleep at last I believe it mixed some way with my dreams. I thought that I was back in Carrig Frass. snd that there were dogs howling round the house. Then the howling died into a long cry, like as if some one was being killed. Put whatever was happening I could not move to tire any help. I was dead, paralysed, all but ray bitten rijht hand, which kept clutching at my

throat as if it were possessed, and wanted to tear it out of me. My father used to tell me I was no better than an old woman, for believ-

j ing in dreams; and though there never was any one less suoeretitious than 1 am, I don't like a bad dream any more than another man. Anyhow, when I awoke, two or three hours ago, I felt anything but refreshed. It is a dim, wet morning, and while tho faint noises of the street have, with the strengthening light, slowly crept into ray room, I have occupied myself by writing this rough account of how I have come here and will continue to do the same so long as anything happens that seems to me worth the trouble of writing out. Al'RIL 10. "Well, I have been to M. Tasteur, and he and the rest have shaken their headover me, and said I have come too late, and that it is a bad case. I would like to know what reason they have for say.ug that. I cannot even be sure if it was Shaun or the mad dog that bit me; and anyhow, I came as soon a.s I could. They tell me I muse go to them twice, morningsand evenings, but I will not II they cannot get enough poison into me once in a day, they will have to be content to let me be a decimal on the wrong side of their average of cures. Dr. Considine toid me it was only once a day they injected the 6tu.F "and quite often enough too," he said, and he is a smart little man and knows what he is talking about. I am not going to have anything to say to their "intensive treatment," and so 1 told them I more than half think I was a fool for coming at all. Paris is not what I remember it, and I am very lonely here with no one to speak to. Yesterday morning was my first visit to M. Pasteur s, and I went there a.'ain today. It is a curious place, and they are a funny crew of people you see there, from every nation on the earthy alt waiting to have" what you would think was worso than death "put into their veins for the sake of getting life out of it. I could not help wondering for how many of them the bargain would turn out successfully. There was a strange looking girl got into the same tram as I did when I was leaving the Pantheon yesterday. She had more soft gravish-yellow hair than she knew what io do with. It was wound in big wisps over her head like ropes of hay "soogawns" we call them at home and her eyes looked like wells of some pale yellow-green oil. I couid not get her face out of my mind last night, whi e that fellow kept me awake with his fiddling. I wished he was dead, with his dirges. " This morning I met that girl again. This time I wa in the Fiuod'Uhn, just leaving the Ecole Normale after my daily dose of poison. She looked very liard at me. I wonder if ehe recognized iry white face and foxy hair again. April 12. I never used to be much of a one to keep a diary, but now, it seems, I have taken ft new turn. Perhaps it is what the old women call the change before death (though I don't believe I'm going to die at all). The night before last just after I Lad made the lastentry the Gddling began again, worse than ever, screaming and crying like ßomo creature in mortal pain. I was cross and tired, and I could not stand it. I rang for the garcon in vain, and Anally I left my room, and making my way up the steep stairs to the next rtagt, 1 knocked at the door of the musician. An inner door opened and shut, and then the door I waa at was opened a very little. "I ask pardon, monsieur," I began, "but I am an invalid, and your violin prevents me from sleeping." The door was opened moro widely, and I heard an exclamation in a woman's voice. The gas in the passage had been put out, and the lamp in the room behind her did not give much light, but with even less I 6hould still have recognized the girl with the yellow hair. "I regret that I have disturbed you, monsieur." she said in French, with a certain soft foreign accent that puzzled me as to her nationality. "I also am an invalid," she laughed a little, "but with me it is different my volin helps me to sleep." She turned and spoke to some one in the inner room in a language which I had never heard before. An oldish woman came forward with the lamp in her hand. "Kado, hold the light that monsieur may descend these charming stairs in safety," said the girl in French; "lon foir, monsieur." She went into the inner room, slamming the door behind her, and the servant stood with the lamp outside at the head of the stairs, until I had turned down the corridor to my own room. What she had meant by saying that infernal fiddling sent her to sleep, 1 co:ild not imagine. I like music well enough at a proper time, and as far as I could judge, she played remarkably well; but at 1 o'clock in the morning to be kept awake by screams and lamentations like an old woman keening at a funeral was more than I could stand. And why had shelaughed? Altogether he at a curious pirl, and I wondered if I should meet her again out of doors next morning. I looked out for her in the Rue d'Ulm and at the omnibus bureau outside the Pantheon, where I had seen her before. I thought it likely she was taking lessons in music, or tho like, from some of the many teachers who live thereabouts. Put I did not see her. I 6trolled on down the line du Pantheon, feeling very low in mind. The doctors had been abusing me for not coming to them more than once a day; but, as I told them before, it they cannot cure me with one dosing per diem, they will have to do without. Whatever, I believe I am as well as ever I was; it was only the sudden change from cold to hot spring weather that made me feci depressed and sick. I looked in at the shop windows as I passed, and dull they were too. They are mostly all book-shops in the Kue du Pantheon, and although to peak French is as easy to me a to speak 1'nglieb, I do not care much about French literature; certainly not technical medical works such as filled one window at which I had stopped. A young girl was standing at it, apparently trying to read a pamphl t that was lying open inside. She turned round with a' start, as I stood still behind her, and I saw it was the fair-haired violinist. "Good morning, mademoiselle," I eaid, taking off my hat (being resolved not to let slip this opportunity of speaking to her); "Ptrust the cessation of the music last night did not keep you awake? It bad the contrary effect upon me." She lifted the pale-yellow lashes that half concealed her eyes. "No, monsieur, the charm had worked; I slept well." I wondered in my own unnd what she meant by this, but I did not like to ask her. She had turned to etudv the pamphlet again; I saw it was one by a celebrated French doctor on "La Rage," and I felt, naturally, a sort of personal curiosity an to why she was reading it "Mademoiselle is interested in that sub ject?" I began again. She turned upon me with a kind of defiance. "And why should I not be?" she laughed a li tie excitedly, but there was a hunted, frightened look in her face. "Is not every one talking of fa ragt now? You von yourself seem tobe interested in this illness, or else whv do vou go daily toM. Pa-rtenr'sr ' rhe said this still with a gav manner. but she watched closely for my answer. "I am one of his patients, mademoiselle," I answered. All this laughter left her face. Bhe got rery white. And so am I also, she said slowly, as

if the words were forced out of her, her big eyes wide open, and looking as if a light hail suddenly gone out behind them as she stare into my face. April 17. The more I see of her, the more she perplexes me, and the more I think of her. Indeed, I keep thinking of very little else these times, and I try to clear my head by writing as much down as I can. There is a little salon in this hotel where no one ever sits, though it is supposed to be for the nso of pension naires. I told her I was very lonely by myself all the long evenings, and I asked her would she come there after dinner and talk to me. I asked her that the second day after I spoke to her in the street, and she said she would come. It is a dark little hole of a room, with nothing in it but a table and a hard little red veivet-covered sofa and two or three chairs; and all the garcon would do for me to make it more cheerful was to light a couple of feeble flares of gas in tho chandelier thing overheaiL (I think I might as well say here that the day I met her was the last on which I went to the doctor's. I was tired of it. I had lost faith somehow if I ever had any when they said that I had come to hue. I do not believe there is a thing that ails me. It was as likely Shaun's teeth that tore me as the other dog's. Anyhow, I will leave that fact to be found out by the practical test of time.) I had been waiting in the little salon, and I was thinking of her all the time, but I did not hear her enter the room. She came lightly in, and the first I knew was another face reflected besido my own in the mirror over the chimney-piece where I was standing. It was a bad glass that gave everything a blue-green tone. It looked like a drowned woman that I saw in it She had on a long curious-looking whito gown, with black and cold and red embroidering on it. She saw me look at it as I turned round and spoke to her. "That is our Slavish embroidery," she said, without taking any notice of what I said to her; "yöu seem to me, monsieur, a very incurious person. This is now the third or fourth time that we have spoken to each other, and yet you have asked me neither my name nor my nation; but I will tell them to you. My name is Zdenka Vorschak and my country is Hungary. I am a Slav." She sat down as she spoke, on the sofa by the wall ; what light there was was full on her face. "And you?" she said. I had known her name well enough, but I had waited for her to tell it to me herself. Now I answered the latter half of what she hail said. "I am Irish, mademoiselle, and my name is Pierce Cormac" "You speak French very welL Have you been long in Paris?" "I have been here before, but not for some years. I only came to this hotel a week ago." "You have only been here, chez Tasteur, for a week? " Then, when did it happen?" I did not at first understand her. "Happen?" I repeated stupidly, and I looked at her face for explanation. Her eves were fixed on my right hand, where tfie marks of the dog's teeth were still plain enough, for he had given me an ugly gash.' Then it flashed on me what she was driving nt and I began to tell her how I had been bitten. As I spoke, my story became fuller and fuller. 1 told of my life up to the day on which its current had been so unexpectedly changed. I told her everything that I have written here, and more, being held to speaking, and compelled to say all that was in my heart yes, and more than I had thought was there by the stress of her strange eyes. I felt almost giddy, as if I were looking into changing water, and it was not until I had finished speaking that I could take my gaze out of hers. Then I saw how much paler she was than she had been when first ehe came into the room. "I have tired you, mademoiselle," I said auxiously; "my story has been too long and tedious." Site did not mind what I said. "There is something still that you have not told me," she said eagerly ; "what was the day on which this happened?" "I thought I had told you tho 13th of March, in the afternoon. 1 have always been quite sure of the date, as it chanced to be my birthday." She looked at me as if she scarcely believed what I said. "Mon Dieu! this story becomes very amusing," she said, with a little laugh; "that day with the unlucky number is also my birthday. I wonder if there are any other points of resemblance. What was he like, par exemple, this dog who attacked yours? The dog who " She stopped without ending her sentence. "He was a big gray brute," I answered, "brindled, with bluish-white eyes that had black cent re to them no larger than an oat." Her whole expression changed while I was speaking; there was nothiug but fear in her face new. "Holy Jesu!" she eaid, in a low voice, as if she had forgotten I was there. "It was the same; that was what he was like the creature who attacked me. I saw him running," she went on in the same frightened whisper, "running, a little speck on our broad, white road; and then he was close to me. I could hear his gaspings; I could see his eyes like pale flames; it was the same, I tell you! she cried wildly : "he was a devil ; on the same day lie destroved us both; we shall both die-" She was standing up now, shaking from head to foot, and moving her hands in a way that somehow helped me to picture what she waa describing. I took" them both in mine, meaning to lead her back to the little sofa where she had been sitting. They closed on mv hands with a nervous pressure that sent a thrill through me. "Do you feel it?" she whispered, "it is burning as if there were teeth of fire in it You can not see it your hand covers it It was my right hand also that he tore; but you can feel it you can feel it in your own." Her voice broke off with a little sigh, and I felt her hold of my hand slacken. I had never seen a woman faint before, having had but littlotosay to them one way or the other, and I did not know what I ought to do. Put I am a big man, being a good bit over six feet high, and strong at that; and I just gathered her up in ray arms and st out to carry her up stairs to her own room. Though she is slight for her hight the carrying her np those steep, slippery stairs was no easy matter, and, joined to the dread of stumbling, was the fear that I micht meet some one on the way. Put by some luckv chance there was no one

either on the stairs or about the passages. Her room was on the fourth etage, and I stopped outside her door to draw my breath. Her head was on my right shoulder; her soft hair tickled my cheek. On my left shoulder lay her hand her right hand. I could see plainly the dark scar where the dog had bitten her. I half knelt down in order to support her on ray knee whiie I knocked at the door for her servant; but before I knocked I took her scarred hand in mine and kissed it. . April 2-1. Now that I have begun the trick of kepnlnir thta kind of Hinrv it. hu rrot. to K & necessity with me. I'belieye if I was ! dying I "would still trying to scrawl ' mm I wnat was Happening to tne. icoogo wny I talk of dying I don't know. Jt ia the forty-second flay with me now since 1 was bitten, and I see that there are only three cases recorded la which the tlra4 bitwocn

the date when a man is bitten and when he goes mad is longer than that I believe if thro ever was any danger for either of us, it is all over now. It certainly was a curious coincidence that she should have leen bitten on the same day as I was, but I cannot say I think anything of that; and still less do I mind her foolish fancies about the dogs being alike. Herlihy's dog was just a common brindled cur, and it would -be a much funnier thing if there were not a good many others like him in the world, than if there were an odd one of the s ime type. However, as I am forever saying to her, we are both quite sound aud Ct. and it might be the same dog ur devil either, twenty times over, for all I care. She and I meet each other now every day. We meet at 12 o'clock at drjmner, and after that we generally walk down to the river, and then along under the horsechestnuts, that have all broken into lull leaf during these last warm days, to the Pont d'lena, and so on into the gardens of the Trocadero, where there is every sweet shrub flowering and the birds 6inging, and I think of Carrig Frass and thank God I am not there. She knows no one in Taris any moro than I do. Her people, I think, are very poor. She was talking to me a iew days ago about her loneliness here, and she R3id she had only just enough to keep her and her servant for the 6ix weeks for which thev had settled to come here, and to pay their way back to southern Hungary again. Her six weeks will be up this day week. She has taken the treatment regularly, and I should think she is as safe as any one can be, but it is easy to see that she does not think so herself. She has often a flighty, excitable way with her that shows the state her nerves are in. She badly wauts some one to look aftr her. To-day 6he was telling me about her life in that big flat, 6i!ent country she comes from. The long quiet plains, speckled as far as you can see with flocks of sheep and herds of cattle and horses; the little viliages dotted here and there over the wide sea of grass, and the Danube, sweeping its burden of rafts and barges between fringes of poplar into the level blue distance, seem to fulnll all her ideas of what a landscape ought to be. I believe I could show her something better than that at home in the County Clare. She savs she is going to be a musician, and until she came here all her days were given to practicing the violin with that object in view. "Here 1 have to give up mv eight hours

a day, she said with a look at me that had laughter behind it, though her face was quite serious; "the pensioanaires might not like it Put I play as much as I can," she went on ; "it is my violin that keeps me alive only for it She broke off and leaned toward me across the lit tle yellow tin table at which we were sitting; for we were in our usual quiet cor ner in the gardens of the J rocadero, "Were you disturbed by my plaving last night?" 4 "It was a hot night," I answered evas ively, I should not have slept in any case." Indeed, long after she had ceased, I had lain awake tossing and thinking, thinking "There are some nights," she went on quickly, with the scared white look coming into her face which I had seen in it before, "when 1 must play; then I cannot hear the sound of its feet galloping softly toward me, and its pantings. Latt night I thought of you, and 1 would not play more. I put the violin away and I put out the light and got into my bed. I told myself I was an imbecile. I would not listen; but it came, I heard it coming across the floor Rado was asleep ; she was snoring 60 loudly you would have thought I could hear nothing else , but I knew it was there." "How did you know it?" I said, though I knew I was a fool to encourage her in speaking of such fancies. Her right hand was lying on the table, uncloved ; my eyes followed hers to the purple mark of the now healed wound. "He licked it," she said, "he laid his hot tongue on it; there, ou the place where he had bitten it " Her fee was quivering and she kept giving quick short looks to every side, as she expected to 6ee the creature she had dreamed of coming again to attack her. It was more than I could stand, to eit there and watch her. I got up and walked round the table and sat down by her side. "Dear mademoiselle," I said, taking her cold hand in mine, "these are all fancies. Your nerves aro strung too high, and your imagination plays on them as you do on your violin. You soon will leave Paris, and will forget all about this trouble and everything connected with it. I suppose I ought to hope that for that reason you will also forget me, but I am not capable of so much unselfishness." I tried to make my voice sound as little serious as I could, but it shook a bit in spite of me. Something in the touch of Iter hand unsteadied me, and the speaking of her going away had made the thought of her doing so more of a reality than it bad ever been before. "But I cannot forget," she answered, quickly withdrawing her hand from mine. "It hangs over me always I'm not afraid of death, but it is the shame of it to die like an animal or to be smothered; they did that to a man in a viilace near us who was mad. Promise me," she ßaid, turning her shining frightened eyes upon me, "promise me if it comes upon me here that you will shoot me I shall not mind that there would be no degradation in dying like that I would not ask you, but ybu are the only friend I have in Paris." I tried to answer her, but I could find no words. A passion of love and pity was fighting with the knowledge that a man with death at his elbow, as I have, has no right to speak of 6uch things. She watched my face anxiously. "Will you not promise?" she said. "I know there might be danger for you too but I thought I hoped " My self-control broke down. I said no word to her, but I took her in my arms and kissed her many times. I was mad for the moment I forgot everything but the sense that she was in my arms, held tight up against my heart with the wind blowing her hair all about my hot forehead, and her sweet lips giving their sweetness to me. I do not know what I said to her, and the few words that she whispered to me while the wind in the young leaves and the clear whistling of the birds and love made an undersound of songs together in my heart they are sacred, and will never be known until I die and the blessed saints read them in ray soul, where they are written in pure fire and will burn forever. But after a time we awoke again to our usual lives; and though our eves were still dazzled by the light of that high place where our souls had been we began to 6ee the shadow tha( we had both for a time escaped from. It was evening when we walked home, and the last low rays of the sun were breaking in sparkles on the swift Seine. "Dear," she said, "I know now that it is true what a Gypsy woman at home once told me, and Iihm glad of it She said my life was knitted in with that of another. Whoever he is,' said she, 'he was born under the came star as thou wert and his fate is thine. " I have sat up late to write all this. They always say that the happier some men are the more they look forward for trouble. I do not think that I am usually given that way myself, but there ia one thing I wou d like to say to which I have made up my mind. They tell me that the first symptoms of hydrophobia"often declare themselves some time, twentyfour hours even, bfcr the actual seizure

begins. '- Should this happen to me ni I have no certainty that it may not do so at any minute I will just slip away out of the hotel; I will say no good-bye to her she may think I have forsaken" her; anything rather than the truth I can easily remove from myself all marks of personal identification, and then I will know what to do. - She will never find out, even if by chance she should ever again hear of n.e, the real reason of my death, and she will be cheated out of that belief in our hharingtho6ame fate, which, might so work on her nerves at to. bring upon her that which I would xlie a thousaud times to keep from her. ;- Arn; 25, 12:30 p. m. I should like to finish this off. I should like to think that into whosoever hands it may somo day fall, it would make cU'ar what would otherwise never be known. And perhaps, after some years, whoever reads it will let her know what was the truth of it all. I have time enough for that before I lock this manuscript in my trunk and send it off by itself hoaje again to Carrig Frass. I have leen with her all day, and we were very happy. Siie has promised to marry me soon quite soon in afew days. Mother of God, from whose work I turned my hand, give me strength. She asked me after the tn.Ve Th.ofe dinner this evening to come to her own little sitting-room to have some tea. She handed me the cup and I raised it to my lips, but as I tried to drink there came a spasm in ray throat, and I felt I could not swallow. It frightened me, but I sai i nothing, and we sat for a long time talking and making plans of what we would do when we were married. Every moment that I was near her, every stir oi her hand in mine, every touch of her soft cheek an she leaned her head on my shoulder, sent a rush through my veins of keen love and desire to live, and even then I was beginnine to know that it was for me a mockery to talk of the future. She saw that I had not drunk my tea. "I will give vou more," she said, 'this is cold." She gave it to roe, and when she did not see, I tried again to drink it; and again the spasm and the rigid contraction of a'l the muscles in my thrnat. So I told her I did not care for it; and I said good-night to her; that it was late, God knows I have much to do, and I had much to do, before I could sleep, but I shall 6leep sound enough when it is done. I kissed her twice, three times,, es a dying man kisses a crucifix, but to me those kisses brought no hope. It is nearly midnight ami I must stop. I leave her to God may He have mercy on my eoul, "Pierce Coemac. - Exlraot from "Le Sotr," April 2. "Tliis morning in a remote comer of the gardens' of the Trocadero was fouml the lody of a young man. He had apparently committed buicide. In his hand was a revolver, one chamber of which haö been fired, ev dently by himself. 11 is very tall, and his apj-earance is that oi a foreigner.- Xo name or marks of identification pf any kind were found upon the body, wnW'h has been taken by the police to the morgjie." Extract Tr-m Le Petit Journal, April 2". "Yesterday evening in the hospital , a young Hungarian laly, by name Zdenka Vorschak, died of what is be lieved to have been rabies. The nn fortunate lady has been under the treatment of M. Pasteur, ami it is apprehended that some violent shock of the nervous system, combined with her own constant dread 1 hydrophobia, caused a nerve crisis in which many of the phes of rabies wen. closely simulated. Her death was, however, unattended by tlrr more violent symptoms of this frightful malady, and we understand that some difference oi opinion prevails among the- physicians as to its true cause."

JAKE'S CHOICE. A Georgia Story That Gen. PI err Toting Telli. Here is a story that Gen. Tierce Young tells. Away up in the Georgia mountainlies Catoosa Springs, a favorite summer resort of Savannah and Atlanta society people. Among the pines and breezes oi the hills the fever and lassitude bred from the malarial air of the low country disappear like magic. One day Gen. Youni; saw an old fellow come up with a basket of eggs and a bunch of chickens for thhotel people, and recognized an old trooper of his command. "Jake," he called out; "Jako Dorridge, bow are you?" "Why," laws a massy, gineral, how-de-do? I hain't see ye senco the wah." They chatted for a few minutes. "Do you come up here often, Jake?" "Pooty nigh every day. The folks wan my chickens 'n' aigs, 'n I likes to rest my eyes a-lookin' at some o' these yer pootv gals." "They are handsome, aren't thev, Jake?" "Deed they air." "Now, Jake," said Gen. Young, wavinrr his hand toward a group of. three young ladies with whom he had been chatting, "tell me which of those three young ladies is the prettiest." "Aw, Gineral Young, they're all pooty. 'Twouldn't be good manners for mo to say ary one was pootier'n tother." "But, Jake, it will give them a great deal of pleasure to learn your opinion. They are great friends, and will not feci at all hurt by your decision. Now, walk right up and pick out the best looking." After much solicitation Jake undertook the task. He walked up and peered closely at the laughing girls. About a hundred gue6ts had gathered bv this time to see the trial. Finally Jake turned, scratching his head. -Ml 4hreo of the young ladies wore broad sashes around their waists. "Gineral Young, they's all three so pooty it is hard to make a choice, but stil! I am forced to say that the one with the yaller bellyband is a leetle the trimmesL'' There wan a scream, a flutter of white dresses and three blushing young ladies, with various colored sashes, da&hed into the hotel and out of sight. Pmzled About the Law. "Qn'ah thins 'boat dissher law business," said t'ne'e Jonas. "What's the matter, ancle? Have they been mixing you up?" "Pat's jess what I doan undrpUu' it." "What don't you uuderstand?" "Why, 1 pays de lawyer $10 ter cit me not er trouble, and de judce he es ahead anyhow an' does jes ez he pleases erhout iL" A JuTtl Tlo F-K tlaiued. Xcw York Weekly. Little Boy "Our cook hai cone away, and I'm awful glad. Now mamma will have to make the eake, aud maauua's cake is alwar heavy." Guest "Well, I declare! Do you prefer heavy cuke?" Little Boy "Yes'm. . You get mora chewin in one pice." ItUVy. . rck. Mr. J. Wisely 5qnlnchI asked the proprietor what waa the. customary fee for waiter here, and he sai l any waiter caught accepting a fee woald be discharged.'': - Tea-table Tom "Ye?, "h ; an' I hope. sah. you will make your tip big euough to pay me for the risk b takin' it, sah." Must liar Baad Taj. ' . . (Puck Little Borer "Uncle John. I hear4 papa say you got pretty well soaked last night. Did it rain very nardr' Uncle John (with a sickly smile V-"I don't exactly remember, Roger; 1 Xnow I was dry enough early ia the evening."

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