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THE AKQTJB, FBI DAY, APRIL 24. 1896.
OPIE READ The author of "A Kentucky Colonel." is one of thetnost ver-itilo as well as the mot gifted of American novelists. Is a short story that proves ; his versatility. Ik-side Zozi wc have on hand a number orivcinal short stories by other famous writers, such us THOMAS HARDY OCTAVE THANET KATE CHOPIN FAMES KNAPP REEVE GILBERT PARKER r. KOJJK. FOSTER MRS. OLIPHANT Mm Kellogg School cf Dress Making or .is mi vMmtmi O.ir SCHOOL is decidedly the bat place In thli vicin ity to learn the entire art of French lrst Making. 1'upils liibko dresses while Tearniap. UuO'l positions for competent pcrBOd. Fashion plate sod circular true. Keduoed Kates for the next S'J days to those taking the system. AGEBT. m m4 M, ttcVaau BulWt. ' UA VBNrWT, IA. 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Lndds, whoso death was recently announced by tho Chicago newspapers, was found a manuscript written by a young woman. It was entitled "A Confession," and at tached to it was the following note in the handwriting of Mr. Ludds : "Thts was sent to me by the writer tberecf, Laura Brizman. who. a few years ago, held sway as an acknowledged beauty, and, lest some one may wonder flow I came por-sessed of this confession, let rue say that Laura Brizman had promised to be my wife." - e I don't act for sympathy I ask for nothing except an unprejudiced reading cf these lyies, and yet I don't see how I can hope even for so much consideration. There may come a time when to some extent I shall be vindicated, and, with this in view, I shall set down in minute detail the strange experience which be fell me. One afternoon, while returning home on a suburban train after a day cf shop ping, a most peculiar feeling suddenly came over me. For a few moments my mind socmed to be in a strange tumble, falling or turning over and over, and during the time my heart fluttered with fright, hut suddenly I became calm, and out of that whirlwind of emotion came the conviction that I had lived hundreds of years ago. We all have felt this im pression, and I had felt it many times before, and after a moment's perplexity had dismissed it as a mental phenome non thut never could be understood, but this time it was more than an impres sionindeed it was clarified into a de fined recollection and I remembered the following incidents of a former life : It must have been at least 300 years ago when I lived in Florence. My fa ther, Lopclo Denzi, was a rich mer chant, and I an only child. I could get but fitful glimpses of my childhood, bnt I well remembered the day I was 15, when I was given as a bride to An tonio Moraso. How thrillingly this canio up and took possession of me that afternoon, and how I attempted to rea son with myself. I tried to calm myself with a strong view of the present that I was a Yankee girl, sitting in a rail way train, looking ' out on an Illinois prairie, but the soft air and the delicate perfume of an Italian garden came and mado my senses swim. And then the recollection of my marriage was so strong that reason turned an ardent ad vocate and urged me to recall the details of my happy wedding. Antonio Mcraso 1 How brave and hand some he was, with curling hair and eyes of softest luster! I could recall every feature of his face, and so distinctly on a sudden did I remember, cr rather hear again, tho music of his voico that I was thrilled thrilled back into the rushiug age of tho present. Again did I argue with myself, striving to make my self believe that I had been asleep, but as I sat looking out over a Dutchman's rabbago patch the recollection of my life in Florence came back with height ened color, and now, no longer attempt ing to hold my mind in restraint, I loosened it and let it fly back to the nar row streets of Dante's town. A bride at 15, but with what a happy willingness I I loved Antonio with a passion that could not exist in this cold, commercial ago. The wedding eve, with its knightly company 1 If ow its music and its incense came back to me. Then came a haze through which I could scarcely see, and then Antonio and I were living in a charming old faousa. Most of all I remember one evening ; we were sitting in the garden. ."Zozi," said he, with his arm fondly about mo, "is it not a cruel fate that at some time death will separate us?" "Oh, don't speak of that, love," I implored. "It was on my mind," ho went on. drawing me closer to him, "but I be lieve that we shall live again. I do not Passion btamtd in his ryes, mean in heaven, but on this earth. Hun dreds of years from now we may meet and love again. I may come as a rude plow boy, aud you may be rich and a maid of honor at court, bnt I shall woo yon, and yon will hearken, for you will know that you were mine 'in ages gone.'" I remembered this as well as though but a day had pawed, bnt I could not re call what immediately followed. Indeed a patch of darkness fell, and wjien the light came again we were on shipboard with our little boy. A fierce storm was raging; the passengers were terrified Antonio held me and my child clasped iu his arms, and then came a sudden darkness chill and gurgling darkness and all was over. By this time the train had stopped at the suburban station near which I lived, aud I got off. My bead was throbbing as though waves were beating against it, and I went to my room and lay down. "I must have been dreaming," I pw suarively mused. But,' no, I could net put it aside as the hazy vision of a dream. It was the successive flashes of iid recollections. I dosed off to sleep and dreamed, but of some commonplace and foolish thing. -Vy mother awoke me... "Laura, aren't yon coming to dinner?" "Did yon ever think of calling me Zozi?" I asktd. "Think of calling yon what! Zozi? Who ever beard of such a name, end what could have put that notion into your head, my child?" "Ob, I didn't know but that at some time before I was born you thought of calling me Zozi. " "What an ideat We thought of nam ing yon Susan, after my aunt." "And you never even thought of the name Zozi? "Of course not; never -even heard of such a mimeand even if it had been suggested we never would have thought of giving it to you. " That evening I went to the house of a neighbor to see his daughter formally presented to society. I did not arrive un til rather late, and when I did appear in the drawing room the pet of that night's social whim, the tender looking daugh ter of an uncouth old man. ran np and heaped an ecstatic welcome upon me. "Oh. have yen ever met Professor Marsh?" she asked. - "Ka What is he professor of?" "Music brilliant performer on the piano." And then in a whisper she added : "That's the reason papa invited him. Isn't here altogether as a social equal, you know. Dut he does play charmingly. Wait till he gets through. ' ' The professor had just besun a wild dash down an operatic precipice, and we stood waiting. Tho wild dash censed, and the professor turned aud bowed to his admirers. "Why, what's tho matter?" cried tho girl, catching me. "Nothing. Let me sit down a mo ment." She led mo to a chair, and the ap plause which followed the music cover ed our words and drew attention from our actions. "There's a doctor here somewhere," said the girl. "Let me call him." "No. I was 6imply dizzy for a mo ment. It's not unusual with me. Oh, don't bo alarmed. It 's really nothing. ' But it was something it was Antonio Moraso ! And he looked at me with a soul reading eye. My heart fluttered, and in my agitation I wondered if lie knew me. Bnt a moment's reason told mc that he did not persuaded me that I bad dreamed and that this man mere ly chanced to figure fittingly in the vision. A moment later he was intro duced to me. We strolled about the rooms, into tho conservatory, and sat on a rustic seat under an oleander. We seemed to be prompted by one impulse as we turned toward the shrubbery the memory of ono .sweet evening in an Ital ian garden. Tho professor sat for a mo ment with his hand pressed against bis forehead, and then he turned to me. Passion beamed in his eyes. Suddenly I was thrilled to my very soul. . He had whinpered the name "Zozi." "And you know me?" I said. ' ' Yes. my uugeL " A cold senso of propriety struck me ; it camo like the slap of a wet hand. "Don't don't talk that way! Some one might hear," I whispered. "Yes," he replied, nodding in ap proval of my caution, and then he ask ed. "When did thoso sweet memories begin to float in upon your mind?" "Not until today," I answered. "Wonderful. This afternoon about 8 o'clock?" he asked. "Yes," I replied, trembling. He was silent for a time, and ho pressed his hand against his forehead. "All things have ceased to be astonish ing," he said, seeming to recall his mind from a strange wandering, "and I am now prepared for all sorts of spirit ual manifestations, and I do believe that if a dead man should rise up and con front mo I should cot regard it as out of the province of reasonable and expected occurrence. Zozi, what a school I have gone through since 3 o'clock this after noon I I was sitting in a barber shop, waiting for my turn, when my mind was suddenly darkened by a strange con fusion, and out of the darkness flashed rays of light, and in the light were 6trango but sweetest memories. I thought I must have dreamed, but, no, I had not dozed. I do not come as a plowboy. precious," he added, smiling. The hostess came up and drew us away, and soon the "professor"- had drowned tho low voices of the past with a fierce piano storm of tho present. We had that night no chance for further con versation, but just before parting he asited me if he might call the next day. "Yes." I answered, "come in the aft ernoon. Do you know where I live?" "Oh, I can find the way. Good night." he said aloud and whispered. "Angel." I had gone to bed and was just dozing off to sleep when a moral self question ing came with sadden force and aroused me to full consciousness. Had I acted discreetly in granting that man. a stran ger from society's point of view, the privilege of such an intimacy? But then, how light were all customs of the frivolous and heartloss present when weighed against the endearments of a holy past. That man had been my hus band, and with me had shared the love of a beautiful boy, aud now should I qucs ton his moral right to lay a fond claim to me? I did not see how I could, and yet I knew that society would accept of no explanation in fact, could compre hend no such relationship. I wondered if it were wise to tell my mother, and instantly I felt that it would not be, for she, with her practical mind, could not even fancy a plausible pretext for so out rageous a presumption. Indeed I felt that no one, no matter bow much given to the indulgence of strange theories, could believe my story, and therefore I was resolved to keep it to myself. Bnt did I really love this man Marsh? Was I not engaged to a well known man, and had I nut told him that I was giving him the firstlings of my heart's devo tion? But I had, under an old, old moon, in the sweet time of an ancient yester day, worshiped Antonio, and this man was Antonio come back to me. Be was not so handsome as of old, but I put this f& on the grbcndiof a fond blindness to ail blemish which must hve existed in that long time ago when women were supposed to feePtrat not to reason. The professor came the next afternoon, and when I heard bis soft and thrilling words I knew that I was his slave. I felt that, regardless of recent obligations which I with happiness had taken upon myself, it was my duty to follow him and to do his bidding. I sat beside him on a sofa. "My own Zozi, do you love me with that old, old time softness and beautiful devotion born of a redolent garden?" "I warship you," I answered. "Then shall our old happiness be res urrected." "Love," I ashed, looking into his eyes, ' what was the name of our boy? I cannot recall it." "Alva, "he answered, and I suddenly remembered that Alva was the little one's name. We sat in a love buoyant silence, I against his heart, his lips pressed to mine. "Will yon go with me?" be asked. "If you will marry me again, wo will take np our happiness where we laid it down so long ago," I answered. "But we are married, precious were married in ages goue. yOura was one of the matches made in heaven." "Yes, but we were Italians then, and now we are Americans and must be married under the American law." "That cannot be, Zozi. The law will prevent it. I'am married under that law my wife is don't draw away from me! Remember that we did not recall our ancient marriage and the happiness that followed until yesterday. Don't turn away as if I had married in viola tion of a vow made to you. " He pressed me to him again. I could not resist ; he was mine mine by a de cree rendered wheu the church was younger and purer when it was closer to Christ. - "You must go with me," he whisper ed, aud tho boating of my heart told me that I conld not refuse. I went with him. Bnt I shall recall none of the details of the flight. You know what a shocking scandal society enjoyed. We went to New York and lived in a hotel, and for months I float ed in a dreamy happiness, tho nerve dulled happiness which I should imagine becomes the normal life of an opium eater. But sharp words and a quarrel came one night, and then I saw that my companion was growing weary of me. "Antonio," I cried, "has our ancient love turned to a modern coldness?' "Miss Brftman" "Miss Brizman !" I reneated. "Yes. Isn't that your name? Now let mo tell you something, and you may call me tho most soulless scoundrel that ever lived, and I am willing to acknowl edge that I am, and" "You are my Antonio!" I broke in. "Will yori listen to me?" he exclaim ed. "One afternoon on a railway train I saw you for the first time aud was struck by your beauty, and then you be gan to remember rfcings I gave them to you your recollections were hypnotic lorces at work. Wait, now, don't be ex cited. I used to be a scientist in that line, but the public said I was a fraud. Yes, I am tired of you I am tired of everything. A brute ! Oh, yes, aud a scoundrel! You will kill me? Well, then, I must leave you. Goodby. " And so he left me. I nter no plea for mercy ; I simply give my story. I was honest in my be lief. I may have been a fool, but he who has not felt the influence of that star tling and almost superhuman force, a force that may play a wonderful part in the affairs of men in the years to come l say that he who has not felt this force is not justly fitted to sit in judgment upon me. THE Em Agn of Opera. How old is opera? Some scholars tell ns mas rne ureek plays were intoned by the actors, and that t hn rhnrnwa iron) sung. Being performed in the open air in is eon oi recitation was probably adopted in order that the voices of the players might be carried farther. You can throw your tones to a much greater distance if they are pitched on a musical key. Even babies are taught this by na ture. Their screams are strictly within the lines of musical notation. The masses of the church have always been intoned. But when we come to the be ginnings of opera in "shape and form like that Of tOllav. nnlv mrln nn? rx-im. itive, we find nothing earlier than De la nue a comic opera of the "Little Game of Robin and Marian" in the thir teenth century French. "Li gieus de Robin et de Marian. " This exceJleut little work, a wonder in view of the times, does mr with im v lief that Italy was the birthplace of ujjura. Then there is blank until mi Ytoontli century, when a poet and a composer iiiiaooraiea a work founded on the storv of OmhetiR set the fashion for all time of librettist nna composer, only broken in upon by Wagner, who thought and taught that a composer of music should write the words that accompany the notes Mme. Melba in Lippincott's. Bia Bard Luck. "Talk about there being no such thing as luck," said Biikius deprecatingly. Why. everything's luck life, riches, Health and even tho choice of parents depends on the merest chance. And I have been the nuluckiest dog in Chris tendom." "Unlucky?" said Wilkins sympathet ically. "Why, I don't know. Now, you've health, a wife" "There's an example, my wife. Yon remember the day we walked down town together? You picked up old Rock leigh's pocketbook. Your acquaintance in this way with him was wholly an accident. Now yon are his partner in a money coining business. I picked up a girl's handkerchief. Now I am her fans band. 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