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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS. SATURDAY, MARCH 23, 1912.
2y G cast on Leroux
-A tit tor- of
churchyard, at Daae's grave. He
promised to play her The Resurrec
tion or Lazarus on her father's vio
lin!" Raoul le Chagny rose and, with a
very authoritative air, pronounced
these peremptory words:
"Madame, you will have the good
ness to ten me where that genius
The old lady did not seem surprised
at this Indiscreet command. She
raised her eyes and said:
Such simplicity baffled him.
not know what to say In the presence
of this candid and perfect faith in a
genius who came down nightly from
years old! ...
His valet found him in the morning
sitting on his bed. He had not un
dressed and the servant feared, at the
sight of his face, that some disaster
had occurred. Raoul sr.atcNfd fcls let
ters from the man's hands. He had
recognised Christine's paper and
hand-writing. She said:
"Go to the masked ball at the opera
I on the night after tomorrow. At
twelve o'clock, be In the little room
i behind the chimney-place of the big
He did J crush-room. Stard near the door that
toua. Men of the world do not go to
the opera ball In fancy-dress! It was
absurd. One thought, however, con
soled the viscount: he would certain
ly nerer be recognized!
This ball was an exceptional affair,
given some ttae before Shrovetide, in
honor ol the anniversary of the birth
of a famous draftsman; and it was
expected to be much gayer, noisier,
more Bohemian than the ordinary
masked ball. Numbers of artists had
arranged to go, accompanied by a
snail snatch off his mask, as I shall
snatch off my own; and, this time, we
shall look each other In the face, he
and I, with no veil and no lies be
tween us; and I shall know whom you
love and who loves you!"
He burst Into a mad laugh, while
Christine gave a disconsolate moan
behind her velvet mask. With a tragic
gesture, she flung out her two arms,
which. fixed a barrier of white flesh
against the door.
'In the n:re of our love, Raoul,
leads to the Rotunda. Don't mention
this appointment to any one on earth.
Wear a white domino and be care-
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At the Masked Ball.
The envelope was covered with mud
! asked suddenly, in spite of himself. ' and unstamped. It bore the words
The Mysterious Brougham.
That tragic evening was bad for
everybody. .Carlotta fell ill. As for
Christine Date, she disappeared after
the performance. A fortnight elapsed
during which she w seen neither at
the opera nor outside.'
Raoul, ef course, was the first to be
astonished at the prima donna's ab
sence. He wrote to her at Mme.
Valerius flat and received no reply.
His grief Increased snd be ended by
being seriously alarmed at never see
ing her name on the program. Faust
was played without her.
One afternoon he went to the man
agers' office to ask the reason of
Christie e's disappearance. He found
them both looking extremely worried.
Their own friends did not recognise
them; they had lost all their gaiety
and spirits. They were seen crossing
the stage with hanging heads, care
worn brows, pale cheeks, as though
pursued by some abominable thought
or a prey to some persistent sport of
The fall of the chandelier had in
volved them in no little responsibil
ity; but it was difficult to make them
speak about it. Tbe Inquest had end
ed In a verdict of accidental death,
caused by the wear and tear of tbe
chains by which tbe chandelier was
hung from the celling: but It was the;
duty of both the old and the new man
agers to have discovered this wear
and tear and to have remedied it in
time. And I feel bound to say that
MM. Richard and Moncharmln at this
time appeared so changed, so absent
minded, so mystertous, so incompre
hensible that many of the subscribers
thought that some event even more
horrible than the fall of the chande
lier must have affected their state of
In their dally Intercourse, they
showed themselves very impatient,
except with Mme. Giry, who had been
reinstated In her functions. And their
icceptlnn of tbe Ylrorote de Chagny,
when he came to ask about Christine,
vas anything but cordial. They mere
ly told him that she was taking a
holiday. lie asked how long tbe holi
day was for, and they replied curtly
that it was for an unlimited period,
ce Mile. Daae had requested leave of
rbsence for reasons of health.
"Then he Is 111!" he cried. "What
la the matter with ber?"
"We don't know."
"Didn't you send the doctor of the
opera to see her?"
"No, ahe did not ask for him; and,
as we trust her, we took her word."
Raoul left the building a prey to
the gloomiest thoughts. He resolved,
come what might, to go and Inquire
cf Mamma Valerius. He remembered
the strong phrases In Christine's let
ter, forbidding him to make any at
tempt to see ber. But what he bad
teen at Perros, what he had heard
behind the dressing-room door, bis
conversation with Christine at the
edge of the moor made him suspect
some machination which.
"b11t In the Toniir man's ears
At once asked: I exclaimed the old woman, who. uu
"Madame . . . where Is Chris-1 time, seemed to be incensed. "And, if
tine' j you doubt it, sir. I don't know what
And the old lady replied calmly: you are here for!"
"She Is with her good genius!" Raoul tore at nis gloves.
"What good genius?" exclaimed! "How long has she known
uwi nAuiu, o
"Tn ho hnnriari tn f 1a Vlxnmta Romil
"I swear it, as I hope to be saved! oho.. '
w " e " " t " ia luc auui ccd iu icii-
"Why. the Angel of Muslcl"
The viscount dropped Into a chair.
Really? Christine was with tbe An
gel of Music? And there lay Mamma
Valerius in bed, smiling to him and
putting her finger to her lips, to wars
him to be silent; And she added:
"Vou must not tell anybody!"
"You can rly on me," said Raoul.
He hardly knew what he was say
ing, for his ideas about Christine, al
About three mobths. . . : Yes,
it's quite three months since he be
gan to give her lessons."
The viscount threw up his arms
with a gesture of despair.
"The genius gives her lessons!
. . . And where, pray?"
"Now that she has gone away with
him, I can't say; but, up to a fort
night ago. It was in Christine's dress
ing-room. It would be Impossible in
ell. It must have been flung out in
the hope that a passer-by would pick
np the note and deliver It, which was
what happened. The note had been
picked up on the pavement cf tbe
Place de l'Opera.
I Raoul read it over again with fev
ered eyes. No more was needed to
revive his hope. The somber picture
which he had for a moment imagined
of a Christine forgetting her duty to
herself made way for his original con
ception of an unfortunate, Innocent
ready greatly conrused. were becom-I "ie nai. ine wnoie noue
lng more and more entangled; and ltj hear them. -Whereas, at the opera,
seemed as If everything was begin- els" o'clock in the morning, there
whole cohort of models and nuplls.! Tou shall not pass!
who. by midnight, began to create a I He stopped. What had she said?
tremendous din. Raoul climbed the ' In tne name of their love?
grand staircase at five minutes toj Nerer before had she con
twelve, did not linger to look at the j fessed that she loved him. And yet
motley dresses displayed all the way 6h ha hi opportunities enough,
up .the marble steps, one of the rich- ' Pooh, her only object was to
est settings In the world, allowed no j a'o few seconds! . . . She
facetious mask to draw him into a j wished to give the Bed Desth time to
war of wits, replied to no jests and i escape.
shock off the bold familiarity of a
number of couples who had already j
become a trifle too gay. Crossing tha
nlng to turn around him, around the
room, around that extraordinary good
lady with the white hair and forget-me-not
"I know! I know I can!" she said,
with a happy laugh. "But why don't
you come near me, as you used to do
when you were allttle boy? Give me
your hands, as when . you brought me
the story of little Lotte, which Daddy
Is no one about, do you see!
"Yes, I see! I see!" cried the vis
count. And he hurriedly took leave of
Mme. Valerius, who asked herself if
the young nobleman was not a little
off his head.
He walked home to his brother'
house in a pitiful state. He could
have struck himself, banged his head
against the walls! To think that he
had believed in her innocence, in her
purity! The Angel of Music! He
knew him now! He saw him! It was
beyond a doubt some unspeakable
tenor, a good-looking Jackanapes, who
mouthed and simpered as he sang!
He thought himself as absurd and as
wretched as could be. Oh, what a
miserable, little, insignificant, silly
young man was M. le Vicomte de
Chagny! thought Raoul furiously.
And she, what a bold and damnable
His brother was waiting for him and
Raoul fell into his arms, like a child.
The count consoled him, without ask
ing for explanations; and Raoul would
certainly have long hesitated before
telling him the story of the Acgel of
Music. His brother suggested taking
him out to dinner. Overcome as he
was with despair, Raoul would prob
ably have refused any invitation that
evening, if the count had not. as an
inducement, told him that the lady of
Aa for Her Companion, Only Hti , "au "'"
Shadowy Outline Was Distinguished efre,n n, company of the other sex
Leaning Back In the Dark. j At tne discount re-
i fused to believe; but he received such
Daae bad told you. I am very fond! exact details that he ceased protest
or you, M. Raoul, you know. And so ! lng. She had been seen, it appeared,
la Christine too!" j driving in a brougham, with the win-
"She Is fond of me!" sighed ths dow down. She seemed to be slowly
young man. He found a difficulty in taking in the icy night air. There
collecting bU thoughts and bringing , was a glorious moon shining. She was
them to bear on Mamma Valerius' ; recognized beyond a doubt. As for
"good genius," on the Angel of Music 'her companion, only his shadowy out
of whom Christine had spoken to i line was distinguished leaning back in
him so strangely, on the death's head the dark. The carriage was going at
which be had seen In a sort of night- j a walking pace in a lonely drive be
mare on the high altar at Perros and ' hind the grandstand at Longchamp.
ill i (r
From His Shoulders Hung an Im
mense Red-Velvet Cloak, Which
Trailed Along the Floor Like a
child, the victim of imprudence and
exaggerated sensibility. To what ex
tent, at this time, was she really a
victim? WhoFe prisoner was she?
Into what whirlpool had she been
dragged? He asked hlmselT these
questions with a cruel anguish; but
even this pain seemed endurable be
side the fren-y Into which he was
thrown at the thought of a lying and
deceitful Christine. What' had hap
pened? What influence had she un
dergone? What monster had carried
her off and by what means? . . .
By what means indeed but that of
music? He knew Christine's story.
After her father's decth, sho acquired
a distante of everything in life, in
cluding her art. She went through
the conservatoire like a poor soulless
singing-machine. And, suddenly, she
awoke as though through the lnter
ventiSn of a god. The Acgel of Music
appeared upon the scene! She sang
Margarita in Faust and triumphed!
The Angel of Music! . . . For
three months the Angel cf Music had
also on the opera ghost, whose fame Raoul dressed In frantic haste, pre- j De gJvlcg Cnrist-Jne leESOns.
had come to bis ears one evening
when he was standing behind the
acenes, within hearing of a group ol
scene-shifters who were repeating the
ghastly description which the hanged
drvlllsb 1 ma&- Joseph Buquet, bad given of the
gnost Deiore nis mysterious aeatn.'
He asked la a low voice: "What
though It irtgbt be, was none tbe less 1
tinman Tho rtrl'a hlphtv utriinp lm- I
agination, her affectionate and credu- ou think that Christine It
lous mind, tbe nrimltive education
wnicn naa surrounaea ner cnuanooa
with a circle of legends, the constant
brooding over her dead father and,
above all, the state of sublime ec
stasy Into which music threw her
from the moment that this art was
made manifest to her In certain excep
tional conditions, as In the churchyard
at Perros; all this seemed to him to
constitute a moral ground only too
favorable for the malevolent designs
of some mysterious and unscrupulous
person. Of whom was Christine Daae
'he victim? This was the very rea
sonable question which Raoul put to
himself as he hurried off to Mamma
He trembled as he rang at a little
flat In the Rue Notr,e-Dame-des-Vlc-toiras.
The door was opened by tbe
maid when' he bad seen coming out
of Christine's dressing-room one eve
ning. He asked if he could speak to
Mme. Valerius. He was told that she
was HI in bedand was not receiving
"Take In my card, please," he said.
Tbe maid soon returned end
showed him ato a small and scantily
furnished drawing-room, In which por
' traits of Professor Valerius and old
Daae hung on opposite walls.
"Madame begs monsieur le vicomte
to excuse her," said the servant "She
can only see him in her bedroom, be
cause she can no longer aland on her
Five minutea later, Raoul was
uttered into an til-lit room where he
at once recognized the good, kind face !
. of Christine's benefactress In the
r-eml-darkness of an alcove. Mamma
Valerius' hair was now quite white,
but her eyes had 'grown no older;
never, on the contrary, had their ex
pression been so bright, ao pure, so
"M. de Chagny!" she cried gaily,
putting out both her hands to her
visitor. "Ah, it'a leaves that sends
you here! ... We can talk of
LThla last sentence sounded Terr
She used to speak of you every
"Really? . . . And what did sb
"She told me that you had made hei
And the good old lady began laugh
lng whole-heartedly. Raoul sprang
from his chair, flushing to tbe tern
pies, suffering agonies.
"What's this? Where are you go
lng? ... Sit down again at once
will you? . . . Do you think I wU.
let you go like that? ... If you'r
angry with me for laughing, I beg
pared to forget his distress by fling
ing himself, as people say, into "the
vortex of pleasure." Alas, he was a
very sorry guest and, leaving his
brother early, found himself, by ten
o'clock in the evening. In a cab, be
hind the Longchamp race-course.
It was bitterly cold. The road
seemed deserted and very bright un
der the moonlight. He told tbe driver
to wait for him patiently at the cor
ner of a near turning and, hiding him
self as well as he could, stood stamp
ing his feet to keep warm. He had
been indulging In this healthy exer
cise for half an hour or so, when a
carriage turned the corner of the road
and came: quietly in his direction, at
a walking pace.
As It approached, he saw that a
woman was leaning her head from the
window. And, suddenly, tbe moon
shed a pale gleam over ber features.
The sacred name of his love had
Ah, he was a punclual singing-master!
. . . And now he was taking her
for drives In the Bois! . . .
Raoul's fingers clutched at his flesh.
above his jealous heart. In his Inex
perience, he now asked himself with
terror what game the girl was play
ing? t'p to what pclnt could an op
era-singer make a fool of a good-nat
ured, young man,' quite new to love?
O misery! ....
Thus did Rsoul's thoughts fly from
one extreme to the other. He no
longer knew whether to pity Christine
or to curse her; snd he pitied and
cursed her turn and turn about. At
all events, be bought a white domino.
The hour of tho appointment came
at last. With his face in a mask
! trimmed with long, thick lace, looking
like a pierrot in his white wrap, the
vlscoun; thought himself very rldicu-
big -crush-room and escaping from a
mad whirl of dancers in which he was
caught for a moment, he. at last en
tered the room mentioned in Chris
tine's letter. He found It crammed;
for this small space was the point
where all those who were golr.g to
sufper In the Rotunda crossed thore
who were returning from taking a
glass of champagne. The fun, here,
waxed fast and furious.
Raoul leaned egaicst a door-post
and waited. He did not wait long. A
black domino passed and gave a quick
squeeze to the tips of his fingers. He
understood that It was she and fol
"Is that you. Christine?" he asked,
between his teeth.
The black domino turned round
promptly and raised her finger to her
Mps, no doubt to warn him net to
Inention her riarco again. Raoul con
tinued to' follow her In silence.
He was afraid-of losing her, after
meeting her again In such strange
circumstances. His grudge against
ber was gone. He no longer doubted
that she had "nothing to reproach
herself with," however peculiar ana
inexplicable her conduct might seem.
He was ready to make any display
of clemency, forgiveness or cowardice.
He was in love. And, no' doubt, he
would soon receive a very natural ex
planation of her curious absence.
The black domino turned back from
time to time to ses if the white dom
ino v.-as still following.
As Raoul once more passed through
the great crush-room, this time in the
wake of his guide, he could not help
noticing a group crowding round a
person whose disguise, eccentric air
.and gruesome appearance were caus
ing a sensation. It was a man dressed
all in scarlet, with a huge hat and
feathers on the top of a wonderful
death's head. From bis shoulders hung
an immense red-velvet cloak, which
trailed along tbe floor like a king's
train; and on this cloak was em
broidered, In gold letters, which every
one read and repeated aloud, "Don't
touch me! I am Red Death stalking
abroad ! " .
Then one, greatly daring, did try to
touch him . . . but a skeleton
hand shct out of a crimson sleeve
and violently seized the rash one's
wrist; and he, feeling the clutch of
the knucklebones, the furious grasp
of Death, uttered a cry of pain and
terror. When Red Death released him
at last, he ran away like a very mad
man, pursued by the jeers of the by
It was at this moment that Raoul
passed in front of the funereal mas
querader, who had just happened to
turn in his direction. And he nearly
The death's head of Perroc
Guirec!" He had recognized him! ... He
wanted to dart forward, forgetting
Christine; but the black domino, who
also seemed a prey to some strange
excitement, caught him by the arm
and dragged him from the crush-room,
far from the mad crowd through which
Red Death was stalking. . . .
The black domiuo kept on turning
back and, apparently, on two occa
sional saw something that startled
her, for she hurried her pace and
childish hatred, he said
"You lie, madam, for you do not
love me and you have never loved me!
What a poor fellow I must be to let
you mock and flout me as ycu have
done! Why did you give me every
reason for hope, at Perros . . . for
honest hope, madam, for I am an
honest man and I believed you to be
an honest woman, when your only In
tention was to deceive me! A!as, you
have deceived us all! You have tak
en a shameful advantage of the can
did affection of your benefactress her
self, who continues to believe in your
sincerity while you go about the opera
ball with Red Death! . ... I de
spise you! . .
And he burst Into tears. She al
lowed him to Insult her. She thought
of but one thing, to keep him from
leaving the box.
"You will beg my pardon, one day,
for all those ugly words, Raoul, and
when you do I shall forgive you!"
He shook his head. "No, no, you
have driven me mad! When I think
that I had only one objact in life: to
give my name to an opera wench!"
"Raoul! . . . How can you?"
"I shsll die of shame!"
"No, dear, live!" said Christine's
grave and changed voice. "And . .
good-by. Good-by, Raoul . . ."
.The boy stepped forward, stagger
ing as he went. He risked one more
"Oh, you must let me come and ap
plaud you from time to time!"
"I shall never sing again, Raoul!"
"Really?" he replied, still more
satirically. "So he is taking you off
the stage; I congratulate you! . . .
But we shall meet in the Bois, one
of these evenings!"
"Not in the Bois nor anywhere,
Raoul; you shall not see me again."
"May one ask at least to what dark
ness you are returning? . . . For
what hell are you leaving, mysterious
lady ... or for what paradise?"
"I came to tell you, dear, but I
can't tell you now . . . you would
not believe me! You have lost faith
In me, Raoul; it is finished!"
She spoke in such a despairing voice
that the lad began to feel remorse for
"But look here!" ha cried. "Can't
you tell me what all this means!
. . . You are free, there is no one
to interfere with you. . . . You go
about Paris. . . .' You put on a
domino to come to the ball. . . .
Why do you not go home? . . .
What have you been doing this past
fortnight? . . . What is this tale
about the Angel of Music, which you
have been telling Mamma Valerius?
Some one may have taken you in,
played upon your Innocence. I was a
witness of It myself, at Perros . . .
but you know what to believe now!
You seem to mo quite sensible, Chris--j
tine. You know what you are doing
. . . And meanwhile Mamma Va
lerius lies waiting for you at home
and appealing to your 'good genius!
. . . Explain yourself, Christine, I
beg of you! Any one might have been
deceived as I was. What is this
Christine simply took off her mask
and said: "Dear, It Is a tragedy!"
Raoul now saw her face and could
not rfstrcin an exclamation of sur
prise and terror. The fresh com-
nave been quite natural if she had
said, "Poor Raoul," after what had
happened between them. But, shak
ing her head, she repeated, "Poor
What had this Erik to do with
Christine's sighs and why was she
pityicg Erik when Raoul was so un
happy? Christine began to write, deliberate
ly, calmly and so placidly that Raoul,
who was still trembling from the ef
fects of the tragedy that separated
them, was painfully Impressed.
"What coriness!" he said to him
self. She wrote oh, filling two, three, four
sheets. Suddenly, she raised her
head and hid the sheets in her bodice.
. .' . She seemed to be listening.
. . . Raoul also listened. . . .
Whence cstae that strange sound, that
distant rhythm? ... A faint sing
ing seemed to Issue from the walla
. . . yes, it was as though the walls
themselves were singing! . . . The
song became plainer ... he
words were now distinguishable . .
he heard a voice, a very beautiful,
very soft, very captivating voice
. . . but, for all Its softness. It re
mained a male voice. . . Tbe voice
came nearer and nearer . . . tt
came through be wall . . . H ap
proached ... and now the voice
was In tbe room. In front of Christine.
Christine rose and addressed the
voice, as though speaking to some
"Here I am, Erik." she said. "I am
ready. But you are late."
Raoul, peeping from behind the cur
tain, could not believe his eyes, which
showed him nothing. Christine's face
lit up. A smile of happiness appeared
upon her bloodless lips.
The voice without a body went on '
singing; and certainly Raoul had
never in his life heard anything more
absolutely and heroically sweet, more
gloriously insidious, more delicate,
more powerful. In short, more irresis
tibly triumphant. He listened to It
In a fever and he now began to un
derstand how Christine Daae was able
to appear one evening, before the
stupefied audience, with accents of a
beauty hitherto unknown, of a super
human exaltation, while doubtless still
under the influence ot the mysterloua
and invisible master.
Tbe voice was singing the Wedding
night Song from Romeo and Juliet.
Raoul saw Christine stretch out her
arms to the voice as she had done, In
Perros churchyard, to the Invisible
violin playing The Resurrection ot
Lazarus. And nothing could describe
tbe passion with which the voice
"Fata links thee to tne for ever and a
The strains went through Raoul's
heart. Struggling against the charm
that seemed to deprive him of all his
will and all his energy and of almost
all his lucidity at the moment when
he needed them most, he succeeded
in drawing back tbe curtain that hid
him and he walked to where Christine
stood. She herself was moving to the
back of the room, the whole wail of
that reflected her Image, but not his,
for he was just behind her and en
tirely covered by her.
"Fate links thee to me for ever and a
Christine walked toward her Image
in the glass and the Image came to
ward her. The two Christines the
real one and the reflection ended by
touching; and Raoul put out his arms
to clasp the two In one embrace. But,
by a sort of dazzling miracle that sent
him staggering, Raoul was suddenly
flung back, while an Icy blast swept
over his face; he saw, not two, but
four, eight, twenty Christines spinning
round him, 'laughing at him and flee
ing so swiftly that he could not touch
one of them. At last, everything
stood still again; and he saw himself
In the glass. But Christine had disap
peared. He rush?d up to the glass. He
struck at the walls. Nobody! And
meanwhile the room still echoed with
a. rflnfAfit naflRfnnnr a ftlnctnff?
plexion of former days wps gone. Aj
mortal pallor covered those features, t j-ate links thee to roe for ever and
your pardon. . . After all, what hat sprung from his heart and his lips,
happened isn't your fault . . Didn'l He could not keep It tack. . . He
you know? . . . Did you think
that Christine was free? . .
"Is Christine engaged to be mar
ried?" the wretched Raoul asked, is
a choking voice. ,
"Why no! Why no! . . . You
know aa well aa I do that Christine
couldn't marry, even 11 she wanted
"But I dont know anything about
it! . . . And why can't Chriatint
"Because ot the Angel of Music, ol
"I dont foUow . . -"Yea.
he forbids her to . . .
"He forbids her! . . . The An
gel of Music forbids her to marry!
"Oh. he forbids her . . . with
out forbidding ber. It'a like this: h
tells her that. If she got married, she
would never hear him again. Tbat't
all! ... And that he would gc
away for ever! . . . So, you un
derstand. she can't let the Angel ol , really, was It really necessary to have
aiusic go. its quite natural." ao rresn and young a face, a fore
"Yes, yes," echoed Raoul submls-' head so shy and always ready to ccv-
aively, "it's quite natural." j er itself with tbe pink blush of mod-
"Besidea. I thought Christine hao . esty in order to pass in the lonely
told you all that, when she met you at night. In a carriage and pair, accom-
Perros, where she went with hei i panied by a mysterious lover? Surely
would have given anything to with
draw It, for that name, proclaimed In
the tlliness of the night, had acted
as though It were the preconcerted
signal for a furious rush on the part
of the whole turn-out, which dashed
past him before he could pirt Into ex
ecution hla plan of leaping at the
horses' heads. The carriage window
had been closed and the girl's face
had disappeared. And the brougham,
behind which he was now running,
was no more than a black spot on the
j white road.
He called out again: "Christine!"
No reply. And he stopped In the
midst of the silence.
With a lack-luster eye, he stared
down that cold, desolate road and into
the pale, dead night. Nothing was
colder than bis heart, nothing half so
dead; he had loved an angel and now
he despised a woman!
Raoul, how that little fairy of the
north has trifled with you! Was it
Mrs.' Delia Long Unable to Stand
On Her Feet Mere Than a Few
Minutes at a Time.
there should be some limit to hy-
"Oh, she went to Perros with hei i pocrisy and lying!
good genius, did she?" t She bad passed without answering
"That Is to say, he arranged tej his cry- - And he was think
f?etJier Cown jthero. U Perron' lag of. dying; and be was Jentx
Pendergrass, Ga. Mrs."Della Long,
of this place, in a recent letter. Bays:
"For five or six years, I suffered agon
ies with womanly troubles.
Often, I couldn't sit up more than a
few minutes at a time, and If I stood
on my feet lor.e, I would faint.
I took Cardui, and it helped tne im
mediately. Now, I can do my work all
the time, and don't suffer like I did."
Take Cardui when vou feel ill in any
way weak, tired, miserable, or undsT
the weather. Ccrdui Is a strength
building tonic medicine for women.
It has been found to relieve pain and
diEtrefs caas?d by womanly troubles,
and is an excellent icedicine to have on
hand at all times.
Cardui acts on the womanly consti
tution, building np womanly strength,
toning up the nerves, and regulating
tie womanly organs.
Its half century of success Is due to
merit.' It tas done good to tbousanSs.
Will you try it? It may be just what
you need. Ask your druggist about
Cardui. He will recommend 1L
N. B Wrilt tn : LaJiw' KMsxy Dmt, Cktntr
ir-c-tM MtfinneC.!V.Chj-tiiK.jg.Tenii.Jor ipwwl
JnrHctumt, rd fc-c? trnk. "Home Treaiswa
Lr Wgoca," Mot pLa wwptr, oa mjucM.
though they were being j which he had known so charming and j
so gentle, and rcrrow had furrowed
They went up two floors. Here, the
stairs and corridors were almost de
serted. The black domino opened the
door of a' private box and, beckoned
them with pitiless lines snd traced .
dark and unspeakably sad shadows j
under her eyes. i
"My dearest! My dearest!" he!
"Perhaps! . . . Some day, per-l
haps!" she s?.Id, resuming her mask; !
and she went away, forbidding him, I
with a gesture, to follow her. j
He tried to disobey her; but she i
turned round and repeated har gesture j
of farewell with such euthority that;
he dared not move a step,
to the white domino to follow her. ! moaned, holding out his arms. "You :
Then Christine, whom he recognized ! promised to forgive me
by the sound of her voice, closed the
door behind them and warned him, in
a whisper, to remain at the back of
the box and on no account to show
himself. Raoul took off bis mask.
Christine kept hers on. And, when
Raoul was about to ask her to, remove
it, he was surprised to see ber put her
ear to the partition and listen eagerly
for a sound outside. Then she opened
the door ajar, looked out into the cor
ridor and, in a low voice, said:
"He must have gone up higher,
Suddenly she exclaimed: "He Is com
ing dowa again!"
She tried to close the door, but
Raoul prevented her; for he had seen,
on the top step of the staircase that
led to the floor above, a red foot, fol
lowed by another . . . and slow
ly, majestically, tbe whole scarlet
dress of Red Death met his eyes. And
he once more saw the death's head of!
"It's he-" he exclaimed. "This time,
he 6call not escape me! ..."
But Christine had slammed tbe door
Which way, which way had Chris
tine gone? . . . Which way would
she return? . . .
Would she return? Alas, had she
net declared to him that everything
was finished? -And was the voice not
"Fate links thee to mo for ever and a
To me? To whom?
Then, worn out, beaten, empty
brained, he sat down on tbe chair
which Christine had just lelt. Like
He watched ber till she was out of ner. he Iet 0,8 bcnd faI1 lnt0 hl8 hands.
sight. Then be also went dewn among i 'h"1 he raised it, the tears were
the crowd, hardly knowiig what he ' etrcair.'.ng down hi3 young cheeks,
was doing, with throbbing temples real- heavy tears like those which
and au aching heart; end, as he i jealous children shed, tears that wept
crossed the dancing-tioor, be asked If ! for a sorrow which was In no way
anybody had seen Red Death. Yes, ! ''anciful, but which is common to ail
every ono had seen Red Death; but! tDo levers on earth and which he ex
Raoul could not find him; and, at two! Prsstd aloud:
o'clock in the morning, he turned ' "vho thl Erik?" be said.
down the passage, "behind tto scenes,!
that led to Christine Daae's dressing
room. . . ,
His fcotsers took him to that room
where he had flrr.i known suffering.
i'io o Couriuutid.
Medicines that aid nature are al
ways most successful. Chamberlain's
He tanned at the door. There was no : Cough Remedy acts on this plan. It
answer. He entered, as he had en-i loosens tbe cough, relievos the lungs,
tered when ha looked everywhere fcr) opens the secretiens and aids nature
"the msn's voice." The room was j in re&tor'nR the s stem to a healthy
at the moment when Raoul was on the; empty. A gas-jet .was burning, turned condition. Sold by all druggists
point of rushirg out. He tried toj down low. He saw some writing-pa I .
push her aside. per on a little desk. He thought of
"Whom do you mean by "be?" she' writing to Christine, but he heard
asked. In a changed voice. "Who steps In the passage. He had only
shall not escape you?"
Raoul tried to overcome the girl's
time to hide in tbe inner room, which
was separated from the dressing-
resistance by force, but she repelled j room by a curtain.
him with a strength which he vtould
not have suspected in her. He under
stood, or thought he understood, and
at once lost his temper.
"Who?" he repeated angrily. "Why,
he, the man who hides behind that
hideous mask of death! . . . The
evil genius of the churchyard at Per
ros! . . . Red Death! ... In
a word, madam, your friend . . .
Christine entered, took off her mask
with a weary movement and flung it
on the table. She elgh-d end let her
pretty hcai fell iz'o her two bands.
What was she thinking of? Of Raoul?
No, for Raoul heard her murmur:
At first, he thoustt he must be mis
taken. To begin TTith, he was per-'
suaded that. If any one was to be !
. But J ' pitied., it was he, Raoul. It would '
Out of Sorts?
Lot3 of discomfort the
blues and many serious
sicknesses you will avoid if
you keep your bowels, liver
and stomach in good work
ing order by timely use of