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THE ROCK ISLAND ARGUS. WEDNESDAY, MAY l, 1912.
TttE MYSTERY Of TttE YELLOW - P AGE
encf Ttt PEPFUME -OF'ThE - LADY- IN-bLACK
111 u s trJ2 toons Jby M'-G-IZg tz tsi e
Copyr'cyhi: g y 77? s 3o6s-Aferr Com p cany
The End of the Ghost's Love Story.
The previous chapter marks the
conclusion of the written narrative!
which the Persian left behind him. I
Notwithstanding the horrors of a '
itr.ation wblch saomed definitely to
abandon tbcm to their deaths, M. del
Chagny end his companion were saved j
by the sublime devotion of Christine '
Daae. And I had the rest of the story i
from the lips of the daroga himself.
When I went to see him, te was :
till living In his iitUe flat In the
Rue de Klvoll, opposite the Tullerles. 1
lie was very 111, and It required all i
my ardor es an historian pledged to j
the truth to persuade him to live the ,
Incredible tragedy over again for my
Silent as a S'ster of Charity Who Had
Taken a Vow of Silence.
bcnellt. His faiihful old servant Da
vlus showed n:e In to him. The daroga
received me at a wladow overlooking
?br gsrrli-ii of the Tullerles. He still
hiid lilt msmilticcnt cyos, but his poor
feoe lookml very worn. I!e had shaved
tho whnl of his bend, which was i
uriuilly covered with an autrakhan ;
cap; he was dressed In a long, plain j
cont uri'l amused himself by uncon-
f.ciouslv twLtir.g his thumbs inside
the sleeves.; but his mind was quite j
clear, and he told nie his story with
It seems th:it, when he opened his
jfeyes, the daroga fonr.d himself lying
.on a bed. M. ! ('h::gny was on a
it sofa, bel'liirt t he wardrobe. An angel
';- and a devil vote watching: over them.
I After the deceptions and illusions
i- of tte torture-chamber, tbe precision
" of tho details of that quiet little mld
v dle-clii!8 room seemed to have been
j. invented for the express purpose of
'. puzzling the mind of the mortal rash
enoui to ft ray iuto that abode of
living nightmare. The wooden bed-
stead, the waxed mahogany chairs, with a mind utterly unprepared to re
tbe chest of drawers, those brasses, j celve a confidence of this kind. M.
the little square nntimacassars care- Kaure took down fhe daroga's deposl
fully placed on the backs of the chairs, tions and proceeded to treat him aa a
the clock on the mantelpiece and the. madman.
barmless looUlng ebony caskets at ! Despairing of ever obtaining a hear
either end. lastly, the whatnot tiled ing, the Persian sat down to write,
with shells, with red pln-cusMons. I A the police did not want his evl
wlth mothor-of-pearl boats and an dence, perhaps the press would be
enormous ostrich egg, the whole dis-1 giaj of U; and he had Jugt writlen
creetly lighted by a shaded lamp the last line of the narrative I have
standing on a small round table: this , quoted in the preceding chapters.
collection ii ugiy. peacenme. reason-,
able furniture, at the bottom of the
opera cellars, bewildered the imagina- (
tion more than all the late fantastic
And the figure of the masked man'
seemed all the more formidable In j
this old fashioned, neat and trim lit-1
tie frame. It tnt down over the Per-
" aion . T. .4 enl.l tn hi. i a I
Ol.tl Mli Elll,, ... r.l
J "Are you better, daroga? . . .
; You are looking at my furniture?
i ... it Is all that I have left of
my poor unhappy mother."
Christine Iiaae did not say a word:
j rhe moved about noiselessly, like a
j sister of charity, who had taken a'
j vow of silence. She brought a cup o!
! cordial, or of tot tea, be did not re-1
member which. The man In the mass'
. took it froia her hands and gave it to
I tho Persian. M. de Cbagny was still'
t Erik poured a drop cf rum into the
j dr.reg.i's ci:p and, pointing to tte vls-
C'jur.t, fa Id:
t "He cirac to himself long before
!we kne- If you were still, alive,
daroga. Ho is quite well. He Is
: esleep. We mnst cot wake tlm."
j Erik left the room for a moment,
and the IVrtlan raised himself on his)
r elbow, looked around him and saw I
, (hirstlne Daae sitting by the fireside !
J He Mxjke to fcer, called her, but he'
. was still very weak and fell back on!
i h,!i pillow. Christine came to him.'
kid her band on his forehead audi
went away cgaln. And the Persian!
j remembered that, as she went, see did!
J cot give a glance at M. de Chagny, j
who. it Is true, was sleeping peace- j
fully; and she rat down again In berj
a atster of charity who had taken a
tow of silence.
Erik returned With aome little bot-1
it:. te DUced oa tf mtel-i
piece. And, again !n a whisper, so as
not to wake M. do Cbagny, he said
to the Persian, after sitting down and
feeling his pulse:
"You are now saved, both of you.
And soon I shall take you up to the
surface cf the earth, to please my
Thereupon he rose, without any fur
ther explanation, and disappeared
The Persian now looked at Chris
tine's quiet profile under the' lamp.
She was reading a tiny book, with gilt
edges, like a religious book. There
are editions or The Imitation that look
like that The Persian still had in
bis ears the natural tone in which the
other had said, "to please my wife."
Very gently, he called her again; but
Christine was wrapped up in her
book and did not hear him.
Erik returned, mixed the daroga a
draft and advised him not to speak to
"his wife" again nor to any one, be
cause it might be very dangerous to
Eventually, the Persian fell asleep,
like M. de Chagny, and did not wake
until he was in bis own room, nursed
by his faithful Darius, who told him'
that, on the night before, he was
found propped igalnst the loor of his
flat, where be had been b ught by a
stranger, who rang the b before go
As soon as the daroga recovered his
strength and his wits, te sent to
Count Philippe's bouse to Inquire after
the viscount's health. The answer
was that the young man bad not been
seen and that Count Philippe was
dead. Ills body was found on the
bank of the opera lake, on the Rue
Scribe side. The Persian remembered
the requiem mass which he had beard
from behind tbe wall of the torture
chamber, and bad no doubt concern
ing the crime and the criminal.
Knowing Erik as be did. be easily re
constructed the tragedy. Thinking
that bis brother had run away with
Christine Daae, Philippe had dashed
in pursuit of him along the Brussels
Road, where be knew that everything
was prepared for the elopement. Fall
ing to find the pair, he hurried back
to the opera, remembered Kaoul's
strange confidence about his fantastic
rival and learned that the viscount
had made every effort to enter the
cellars or the theater and that he had
disappeared, leaving his hat In the
prima donna's dressing-room beside
an empty pistol-case. And the count,
who no longer entertained any doubt
of his brother's madness, in bis turn
darted into that infernal underground
maze. This was enough, In the Per
sian's eyes, to explain the discovery
of Count de Chagny's corpse on the
shore of the lake, where the siren,
Erik's siren, kept watch.
The Persian did not hesitate. He
determined to inform the police. Now
the case was in the hands of an ex
amining magistrate called Faure, an
incredulous, commonplace, superficial
sort of person (I write as I think).
When Darius announced the visit of a
stranger who refused his name, who
would not show his face and declared
simply that be did not intend to leave
the place until be had spoken to the
iuc friiu i obcb ieil wno nis
........ ,.0.LU, u. Ua oraerea nim
to oe snown in. i ne daroga was
right. It was the ghost, it was Erik!
He looked extremely weak and
; leaned against tbe wall, as though be
j were afraid of falling. Taking off bis
i bat, he revealed a forehead white as
I wax. Tbe rest of the horrible face ,
I was bidden by the mask. i
The Persian ro6e to bis feet as Erik i
"Murderer of Count Philippe, what
have you done with bis brotter and
Erik staggered under this direct at
tack, kept silent for a moment,
dragged himself to a chair and heaved
a deep sigh. Then, speaking in 6hort
phrases end gasping for br.eatt be
tween the words:
"Darcga. don't talk to me . . .
about Count Philippe. ... He.
was dead ... by the time . . . 1
I left my house ... be was dead
. . . when . . . tte siren sang. !
. . . It was an . . . accident
. . . a sad ... a very sad
. . . accident. He fell very awk
wardly ... but simply and nat
urally . . . into tte lake! . ,
"You lie'." shouted tte Persian.
Erik bowed his tead and 6ald:
"I tave not come tere . . . tc
talk about Count Philippe ... but
to tell you that ... I am going
. . . to die. . . ."
"Wbere are Raoul de Cbagny and
.. "V" . 8 lo ale-
I am going to die
Koul de cta Christine
"Of love ... daroga . . .
I am dying ... of love. . . .
That is tow it is. ... I loved her
so! ... And I love her still . .
daroga . . . and I am dying or
love for her, I ... I tell you!
. . . IX you knew tow beautiful she
was . . . when she let me
her . . . alive. ... It was the
first . . . time, daroga, the
. . . time I ever kissed a woman.
. Yes. alive. ... 1 kissed
her alive . . . and she iooKea es ;
iier alive ... j
beautiful as if she had been dead!" j
The Persian shook Erik by the arm.
"Will you tell me if she is alive or
"Why do you shake me like that?"
asked Erik, making an effort to 6peak
more connectedly. "I tell you that 1
am going to die. . . . Yes, I kissed
her alive. .
"And now she is dead?"
"I tell you I kissed her Just like
that, on her forehead . . . and
rhe did not draw back her forehead
from my lips! . . . Oh, she is a
good girl! ... As to her being
dead, I don't think so; but it has noth
ing to do with me. . . . No, no,
she is not dead! And no one shall
touch a tair of her bead! She is a
good, honest girl, and she saved your
life, daroga, at a moment when II.
would not nave given twopence ior j
your Persian skin. As a matter or ; ent from your poor, unhappy Erik,
fact, nobody bothered about you. Why j . . . I know you love the boy . .
were you there with that little chap?j don't cry any more!" . . . She
You would have died as well as he! i asked me, in a very sort voice, what I
My word, how she entreated me for meant. . . . Then I made her un
her little chap! But I told her that, derstand that, where she was con
as she had turned the scorpion, she J ceraed. I whs only a poor dog, ready
had, through that very fact, and of to die for her . . . but that she
her own free will, become engaged to , could marry the young man when she
me and that she did not need to have ! pleased, because she had cried with
two men engaged to her, which was me and mingled her tears with mine!"
trae enough. j Erik's emotion wpa an rsl that hA
"As tor you. you did not exist, you j
had ceased to exist, I tell you, and
you were going to die with the other!
. . . Only, mark me, daroga, when
you were yelling like the devil, be
cause of the water. Chris'lne came
to me with her beautiful blue eyea
wide open, and Bwore to me, as she
hoped to be saved, that she consented
to be my living wife! . . . Until
then, in the depths of her eyes,
daroga, I had always seen my dead
wife; it was the first time I saw my
living wife there. She was sincere,
as she hoped to be saved. She would
not kill herself. It was a bargain.
. . . Half a minute later, all the
water was back In the lake; and I
bad a bard Job with you, daroga, for
upon my honor, I thought you were
done for! . . . However! . . .
There you were! ... It was un
derstood that I was to take you both, i
up to the surface of the earth. When, (
at last, I cleared the Louis-Philippe j
room of vou. I came back alone. . ."
"What have you done with the
Vicomte de Chagny?" asked the Per
sian, Interrupting him.
"Ah, you see, daroga, I couldn't
carry him up like that, at once. . .
He was a hostage. . . . But I
could not keep him in the house on
the lake either, because of Christine;
so I locked him up comfortably, I
chained him up nicc:- a whliT cf
the Mazenderan scent had left uim as
limp as a rag in the Communists'
dungeon, which is in the most desert
ed and remote part of the opera, be
low the fifth cellar, where no one ever
and where no one ever hears j
you. Then I came back to Christine, j
She was waiting for me. ..." i
Erik here rose solemnly. Then he ,
continued, but, as he spoke, be was !
overcome by all his former emotion j
and began to tremble like a leaf:
"Yes, 6he was waiting for me
waiting for me erect and alive, a real, !
living bride ... as she hoped to
be saved. . . . And, when I . . . i
came forward, more timid than
little child, she did not run
no, no she
. . . she waited for me.
. . . I even believe . : . daroga
. . . that she put out her forehead
. . . a little . . . oh, not much
. . . just a little . . . like a
living bride. . . . And . . . and
. . . I . . . kissed her! . . .
I! . . . .1! . . . 11 . . . And
she did not die! . . . Ob, how
good it is, daroga, to kiss somebody
on tte foretead! . . . You' can't
tell! . . . But I! I! . . . My
mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy
mother would never ... let me
kiss her. . . . She used to run
away ... and throw me my
mask! . . . Nor any other woman
. . . ever, ever! . . . Ah, you
can understand, my happiness was so
great, I cried. And I fell at her feet
crying . . . and I kissed her feet
. . . her little feet . . . crying.
Vnn'r. rrv1nr ton rtarrxra
endsoe crjed also the angel
cried! . . ."
Erik sobbed aloud and tte Persian
himself could not retain bis tears in
the presence of that masked man.
"Poor, Unhappy Erikl'
: who, with tia stoulders shaking and
i his tands clutcted at tis chest, was
: rcaarinr with rain an int-o v.,- rn.
4 .ye6 . , . ,
. , -
.ars Cow on my forehead ... on
mine, mine! . . . They were soft
. . . they were sweet! . . They
trickled under my mask . . . they
mingled w 1th my tears in my eyes
. . . they Cowed between my lips.
. . . Listen, darcga, listen to what
I did. ... I tore off my mask so
as not to lose one of her tears . . .
and she did
not run away! . . .
And 6he did not die! . . . She re-
j mained alive, weeping over me, with
! me. We cried tnirnthor' T hnva factor!
the harpiness the world can
And Erik fell Into a chair, choking
"Ah, I am not going to die yet . .
presently I shall ... but let me
cry! . . . Listen, daroga . . .
listen to this. . . . While I was at
her feet ... I heard her 6ay,
'Poor, unhappy Erik!' . . . And
she took my hand! ... I had be
come no more, you know, than a poor
dog ready to die for her. ... I
mean it, daroga! ... I held in
my hand a ring, a plain gold ring
which I had given her . . . which
she bad lost- . . . and which I had
found again ... a wedding-ring,
you know. ... I slipped it into
her little hand and said, 'There! . .
Take it! ... Take it for you
. . . and him! ... It shall be
my weoaing present ... a pres-
had t0 tell tte Persian not t0 l00k at
him, for he was choking and must
take off his mask. Tbe daroga went
to the window and opened it. His
htart was full cf pity, but he took
care to keep his eyes fixed on the
trees in the Tuileries gardens, lest te
should see the monster's face.
"I went and released the young
man," Erik continued, "and told him
to come with me to Christine. . . .
They kissed before me in the Loula
Philippe room. . . . Christine had
my ring. ... I made Christine
swear to come back, one night, when
I was dead, crossing the lake from
the Rue-Scribe side, and bury me in
the greatest secrecy with the gold
ring, which she was te wear until
that moment. . . . . I told her
where she would find my body tnd
what to do with It. . . . Then
Christine kissed me, for the first
time, he.rr.elf, here, on the forehead
don't look, darcga! here, on the fore-
I head ... on my rorehead, mine
don't look, daroga! and they went
off together. . . Christine had stop
ped crying. ... I alone cried.
. . . Daroga, daroga, if Christine
keeps her premise, she will come back
soon! . . ."
The Persian asked him no questions.
He was quite reassured as to the fate
of Raoul Cbagny and Christine Daao;
no one could have doubted the word
of the weeping Erik that night.
The mons'er resumed his mask and
collected his strength to leave the
daroga. He to!d him that, when he
felt his end to be vory near at hand'
te would send him, in gratitude for
the kindness v.hicii the Persian tad
shown him, that v.!.cii he held dear
est In the world: all Christine Daae's
papers, which she had written for
Raoul's benefit and left with Erik, to
gether with a few objects belonging
to her, such as a pair of gloves, a
shoe-buckle and two pocket-handkerchiefs.
In reply to the Persian's ques
tions, Erik told him that the two
i young people, as soon as they found
! themselves free, had resolved to go
ana iook tor a priest in some loneiy
spot where they could hide their hap-
hiness and that, with this object in
view, they had started from "the
northern railway station of the world."
Lastly, Erik relied on the Persian, as
soon es he received the promised rel
ics and papers, to Inform the young
couple of his death and to advertise it
in the Epoque.
That was all. The Persian saw
Erik to the door of his flat, and Darius
helped him down to the sVreet. A
cab was waiting for him. Erik step
ped in; and the Persian, who bad
gone back to the window, heard him
say to the driver:
"Go to the opera."
And the cab drcve off Into the night.
The Persian had seen the poor, un
fortunate Erik for the last time. Three
weeks later, the Epoque published
"Erik is dead."
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Washington, May 1. Another docu
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