The L'Anse sentinel., May 31, 1913, Image 6

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SYNOPSIS.
Cormternallon In caused on thj lnt
rilht that lh Opei a la managed by Ie-l.li-nnn
unl J'olluny b-raua of the P
j.araiioe of ghost. auM to Have been
In rvlilnnra on aovernl previous occasions.
Thrlnttna Daae. o member of tha "P"
I'ompatiy, la called upon to fill very
lmpirtant part and aroraa a K Tea t sue
fkm. Count de Chagny and his brntj"'
llaoul ar among thoba who applaud ln'
alnifer. Ituoul tries to e wnrl"lln A"
1h dresnlnu room, but la unable to do so
mid later dlHcovirs that aoine one la mail
ing love to her. She emerge al'in"' ,
upon ntertn the room he finds tt empty.
While the furewell ceremony for the re
tiring manner Knlng on. the OP' ru
tihosl fippuKia and Informs th n;w n "
grs that llox No. 6 la reserved for n.
liox No. 5 Is aold with disastrous reauMa
The managers receive a letter from the
opera Ohost railing attention to the er
ror. Christine wrltea Haoul that
ehe had gonu to visit the grav of h r
father. Me rocs also, and In thn night
'ollows hr to the church.
CHAPTER V. (Continued).
And she haw a little boy running
fast. In' spite of the outcries and the
Indignant protests of a worthy lady
In black. The little boy ran Into the
ea, dressed as ho was, and brought
her back her Bcarr. Hoy and scarf
were both soaked through. The lady
in black made a great fuss.' but Chris
tine laughed merrily and kissed the
little boy. who was none other than
the Vlcomte Haoul do Chagny, stay
ing at Lannion with his aunt
During the Feuron they saw each
other and played together almost
every day. At the aunt s request, sec
onded by Professor Valerius. Daae
consented to give the young viscount
soine violin lessons. In this way
ltaoul learned to love the same airs
that had charmed Christine's child
hood. They also both had the same
calm and dreamy little cast of mind.
They delighted in stories, in oia
Hreton legends; and their favorite
sport was to go and ask for them at
the cottage-doors, like beggars:
"Ma'am . . ." or, "Kind gentle
man . . . have you a little story
to tell us, please?"
And It seldom happened that they
did not have one "given" them; for
nearly every old Hreton grandame
has, at least once In her lire, seen the
"korrlgnns" dance by mooullgbt on
the heather.
Hut their great treat was. In the
twilight. In the great silence of the
evening, after the sun had set In the
sea, when Daae came and sat down
by them on the roadside and. In a
low-voice, as though fearing lest be
houl4 frighten the ghosts whom he
evoked, (old them the legends of the
land of tho north. And, the moment
ho stopped, the children would ask
for more.
There was one story that began:
"A king pat in a little boat on one
of thosodeep, still lakes that open
like a trjght eye In the midst of the
LitMe Christina AiM rlif Father If
) . imm, cmu"n .WA
v -mm
PHMTOM
or:
ass
Norwegian mountains , . ."
And another:
"Little Lotte thought of everything
and nothing. Jler hair was golden as
the sun'B rays and her soul as clear
and blue as her eyes. She wheedled
her mother, was kind to her doll, took
great care of her frock and her little
red shoes and her fiddle, but most of
all loved, when she went to sleep, to
hear the Angel of Music."
While the old man told this story,
Haoul looked at Christine's blue eyes
and golden hair; and Christine
thought that Lotte was very lucky to
bear the Angel of Music when she
went to sleep. The Angel or Music
played a part in all Daddy Dane's
tales; and he maintained that every
great musician, every great artist re
ceived a visit from the Angel at least
once in bis lire. Sometimes tho An
gel leans over their cradle, as hap
pened to Lotte. and that Is how there
are little prodigies who play the fid
dle at six better than nun at fifty,
which, you must admit. Is very won
derful. Sometimes, the Angel comes
much later, because the children are
uaughty and won't learu their lessons
or practice their sculea. And. some
times, he does not cotno at all. be
cause tho children have a bad heart
or a bad conscience.
None one ever sees tho Angel; but
he is heviu by those who arc meant
to hear him. He often comes whou
they least expect him, when they aw
sud and disheartened. Then their
ears suddenly perceive celestial har
monies, a divine voice, which they re
member an toeir lives. Persons who
are viRitcd by the Angel quiver with
a thrill unknown to the rest of man
kind. And they cannot touch an in
strument, or open their mouths to
sing, without producing sounds that
put all other human sounds to rfcame.
Then people who do not know that
the Angel has visited those persons
say that they have genius.
Little ''Pristine asked her rather If
he had heard the Angel or Music. Hut
Daddy Daae shook bis hend sadly;
and then his eyes lit up, as he bald:
"You will hear him one day, my
child! When 1 am In heaven, I will
send him to you!"
Daddy was beginning to cough at
that time.
Three years later, Haoul and Chris
tine met again at Perms. Professor
Valerius was dead, but his widow re
mained In France with Daddy Daao
and his daughter, who continued to
play the violin and sing, wrapplnjar-ln
their drea'ni of harmony their kind
patroness, who seemed henceforth.' to
live on music alone. The young man,
as be now wns, had come to' perros
on the chance of finding the.ni and
went straight to the house ((i,Avhlch
He Had Hear tha Angel of Muelav
they used to stay. Ha first saw the
old man; and then Christine entered,
carrying the tea-tray. She flushed at
,tbe tight of Haoul, who went up to
'her and kissed her. She asked htni a
few questions, performed her duties
as hostess prettily, took up the tray
again and left the room. Then she
ran into the garden one! took refugo
on a bench, a prey to feelings that
stirred her young heart for tho first
time. Haoul rollowed her and they
talked till the evening, very shyly.
They were qulto changed, cautious as
two diplomatists, and told each other
things that had nothing to do with
their budding sentiments. When they
took leave of each other by the road
side, Haoul. pressing a kiss on Chris
tlno's trembling hand, raid:
"Mademoiselle. I shall never forget
you!"
And he went away regretting his
words, lor he knew that Chrlbtlne
could not bo tho wife of the Vlcomte
de Chagny.
As lor Christine, she tried not to
think of him and devoted berseir
wholly to her art. She made won
derful progress and those who heard
ber prophesied that she would be the
greatest singer In the world. Mean
while, the father died; and, suddenly,
sbo seemed to thave lost, with him,
ber voice, her soul and her genius.
She retained Just, but only Just,
enough or this to enter the conserva
toire, where she did uot distinguish
herself at all, attending the classes
without enthusiasm and taking a prize
only to please old Mamma Valerius,
with whom she continued to live.
The flrBt time that Haoul saw Chris
tine at the opera, he was charmed by
the girl's beauty and by the sweet
Images of tho past which it evoked,
but was rather surprised at the nega
tive side of her art. He returned to
listen to her. He followed her in the
wings. He waited for her behind :t
Jacob's ladder. He tried to attract
her attention. More than once, he
walked arter her to the door ot her
box, but she did not see blm. She
seemed, for that matter, to see no
body. She was nil indifference. Haoul
suffered, for she wns very beautiful
and he was shy nnd dared not con
fess his love, even to hlnuelf. And
then came the lightning-flash of the
gala performance: the heavens torn
asunder and an angers voice heard
upon earth for the delight of mankind
and the utter captute or his heart.
And then ... and then there
was that man's vo!c behind the door
"You must love rte'." aud no one
In the room. ...
Why did she laugh when be remind
ed her or the Incident or tho scarf?
Why did she not recognize hlra? And
why had she written to him? . . .
Perros was reached at last. Haoul
walked Into the smoky sitting-room or
the Sotting Sun and at once saw Chris
tine standing before him, smiling and
ebowlng no astonishment.
"So you have come?" she said. "I
felt that I should find yeu here, when
1 came back from mass. Some one
told me so, at the church." ,
"Who?" asked Haoul, taking her
Uttlo band In his.
"Why, my poor father, who Is
dead."
There was a silence; and ten
Haoul aeked:
"Did, your father tell you that 1
love you, Christine, u&d that 1 can
not live without you?"
Christine blushed to the eyes and
turned away her head. In a trem
bling voice, she said: '
. "Me? You are dreaming, .my
friend!"
And she burst out laughing, to put
Jierself lu countenance.
"Donl laugh, Christine; I am quite
serious," ltaoul answered.
And she replied gravely: "I did not
make you come to tell me such things
as that." .'
"You' 'made me come," Christine;
you knew that your letter would not
leave me Indignant and that 1 should
hasten to Perros. How can you have
thought that, if you did not think . 1
loved you?"
"1 thought you would remember out
games here, as children, In which rny
father so often Joined. I really don't
know what I thought. . . . Per
haps I was wrong to write to you.
, . . This anniversary and your
sudden appearance In my room at the
opera the other evening reminded me
of the time long past and made me
write to you as tho little girl that 1
then was. ..."
There was something In Christine's
attitude that accmcd to Haoul not
natural. He did not feel any hostility
In her; rar from It; the distressed af
fection shining In her eyes told hlra
that, Hut why was this affection dis
tressed? That was what he wished
to know and what was Irritating him.
"When you saw me In your dress
ing room, was that the flrbt time you
noticed me, Christine?"
She was Incapable of lying.
"No," she said, "I had seen you sev
eral times In your brother's box. And
also on the stage!"
' "I thought so!" said Haoul, com
pressing his Hps. "Hut then why,
when you saw ma In your room, at
your feet, reminding you that I had
rescued your scarf from the sea, why
did you answer as though you did not
know me and also why did you
laugh?"
The-tone of these questions waa bo
rough that Christine stared at Haoul
without replying- Tho young man him
self waa aghast at the eudden quarrel
which he had dared to raise at the
"Very moment when he had resolved to
! "speak worda of gentleness, love and
submission to Christine. A husband,
a lover with all rights, would , talk
no 'differently to a wife, a mistreat
who bad offended him. Hut be bad
gone too far and saw no other way
out of the rldlculoua position than to
behave odiously, ,
"You don't answer! " be aald angrtl
'I Have Decided to Tell You
and unhappily. "Well, 1 will answer
lor you. It was because there was
some one In tho room who was In
your way, Christine, fouio one that
you did not wish to know that you
could te Interested In any one else!"
"If any one waa In my way, my
frir-nd." ("1 . Istino broke In coldly, "It
any one was In my way. that evening.
It waa yourself, sine 1 told you to
leave the room!"
"Yes. so that you might remain with
the other!"
"What ore you saying, monsieur?"
asked the girl excitedly. "And to
what other do you refer?"
"To the man to whom you said, 'I
sing only for you! . . . tonight 1
gave you' my soul and I am dead!'"
Christine seized Haoul'a arm and
clutched It with a strength which no
one would have suspected In so frail a
creature.
"Then you were listening behind
the door?"
"Yes, because I love you . . And
I heard everything. . . ."
"You heard what?"
And the young girl, becoming
strangely calm, released Haoul's arm.
"He said to you, "Christine, you
must love me!' "
At these words, a deathly pallor
spread over Christine's face, dark
rings formed round her eyes, she
staggered and seemed on the point or
rwoonlng. Haoul darted forward,
with arms outstretched, but Christine
had overcome her passing falntness
and said. In a low voice:
"Go on! Co on! Tell me all you
beard!"
At an utter loss to understand,
Haoul answered:-"1 heard him reply,
when you said you had given him your
soul, 'Your soul 13 a beautiful thing,
child, and I thank you. No emperor
ever received so fair a gift The
angels wept tonight' " ,
Christine carried her hand to her
heart, a prey to Indescribable emotion.
Her eyes stared before her like a
madwoman's. Haoul was terror-stricken.
Hut suddenly Christine's eyes
moistened and two great teara
trickled, like two pearls, down ber
Ivory cheeks.
"Christine!"
"Raoul!"
The young man tried to take her In
his arms, but sho escaped and tied la
great disorder.
While Christine remained locked In
her room, Raoul was at his wit's end
what to do. He refused to breakfast
He was terribly concerned and bit
terly grieved to see the hours, which
he had hoped to find so sweet, slip
past without the presence or the
young Swedish girl. Why did she not
come to roam with him through the
country where they had bo many mem
orlefl In common? He heard that sho
had had a mass said, that morning,
for tbo reposo or ber father's soul and
spent a long time praying In the lit
tle church and ,on the fiddler's tomb.
Then, aa she seamed to have nothing
more to do at - Perros and, In fact.
waa doing nothing tbere, why did she
not go back to Paris at once?
Raoul walked away, dejectedly, to
the graveyard In which the church
stood nod was Indeed alono among the
tombs, reading the Inscriptions; but,
when he turned behind the apse, he
waa auddenly struck by tbe dazzling
note of tbe flowers that straggled over
the white ground. They were mar
veloua red rosea that had blossomed
In the morning. In tbe snow, giving a
glimpse of lire among tbe dead, for
death waa all around blm. it also,
like the flowers, Issued from the
ground, which had flung back a num
ber of Its corpses. Skeletona and
skulls by tbe hundred were beaped
against the wall of the church, held
In position by a wire that left the
whole gruesome atack visible. Dead
men'a bones, arranged In rows, like
bricks, to form tha first course upon
which the walla of tha aacrlsty bad
been built- Tbe door of tbe aacrlaty
opened In the middle of that bony
Something Serious, Very Serious."
structure, as Is often seen In , old
Hreton churches.
Haoul said a prayer for Daae and
then, painfully impressed by all those
eternal smiles on the mouths of skulls,
he climbed tbe slope and sat down on
the edge or the heath overlooking the
sea. The wind fell with tbo evening.
Raoul was surrounded by icy dark
ness, but he did not feel tbe cold. It
was here, he remembered, that he
used to come with little Christine to
see the Korrlgans dance at the rising
of the moon. He had never seen any,
though his eyes were good, whereat
Christine, who was a little short
sighted, pretended that she bad seen
many. He smiled at tbe thought and
then suddenly gave a start A voice
behlud blm said:
"Do you think the -Korrlgans will
come this evening?"
It was Christine. He tried to apeak.
She. put her gloved hand on his mouth.
"Listen, ltaoul. I have decided to
tell you Bomethmg serious, very aert
oua. . . . Do you remember tbe
legend or the Angel of Music?"
"I do Indeed," be said. "I believe
it was here that ycur father first told
It to us." .
"And it was here that be said
'When I am In heaven, my child, I
will send him to you. Well, Raoul,
my father Is In heaven, and 1 hav
been visited by the Angel of Music."
"I have no doubt of It" replied tho
young man gravely, for It seemed to
him that bis friend. In obedience to
a pious thought, was connecting the
memory of her father with the bril
liancy of her last triumph.
Christine appeared astonished; at
tbe Vlcomte do Chagny's coolness:
"How do you understand It?" she
asked, bringing ber pale face so close
to his that he might have thought that
Christine was going to give blm a
kiss; but she only wanted to read his
eyes In spite of tho dark.
"I understand." he Bald, "that no
human being can sing as you sang the
other evening without the Interven
tion of some miracle. No professor
on earth can teach you such accents
as thoje. You have, heard the Angel
or Music, Christine."
"Yes," she said solemnly, "In my
dressing-room. That Is where bo
comes to give me my lessons dally."
"In your dressing-room?" be echoed
stupidly.
"Yes, that la where I have heard
him; and I have not been the only one
to hear him."
"Who else beard blm, Christine T
, "You, my friend."
"I? I heard the Angel of Musle?"
"Yes, the other evening, It waa be
who was talking when you were listen.
Ing behind the door. It was be wba
said, 'You must love me.' Hut 1 then
thought that I waa the only one to
hear bis voice, imagine my astonish
ment when you told me, this morning,
that you could bear him too."
Raoul burst out laughing. The flrBt
raya of the moon came and ahrouded
the two young people In their light
Christine turned on Raoul with a boa
tile air. Her eyea, usually ao gentle,
flashed fire.
"What are you laughing at? You
think you heard aj man'a voice, I sup.
poao?" .
"Well! . . ." replied the young
man, whose Ideas. began to grow con
fused In the face of Cbrtstlne'a de
termined attitude.
(TO HE CONTINUED.)
Experiment in Ostrich Breeding
A new rival to 8outh Africa In the
matter of ostrich breeding baa come
forward. Tbla la tbe state of Laa Bey
la, a Uttltt colony In tha aouthweat of
Baluchistan, whence newa cornea that
a certain sum la to be set apart for
experiment In breeding the blrda.
Useless.
"Tour wife baa filed ault for divorce).
Are you going to contest Hf
""No. it wouldn't do me any good.
Pre loat every argument I ever bad
with bar." Detroit Free Preaa, '
Jy- Ita Origin.
Miss Elsie De Wolfe, In one of the
reception rooms of the Colony cluh.'
waa talking about tbe new servant
trust,
"It originated In the rhlllpplneB,'
she aald, "among the army aervanta
there. It traveled west to Honolulu.
It la now spreading, they Bay, on to
San Francisco.
"This coming trouble reminds m
of a story.
" 'Who originated the proverb about
a rolling atone gathering no moss?'
one man asked another.
"The other man quietly replied:
" 'That, my dear fellow, la a quota
tion from an eloquent but vain appeal
to a suburban cook to stay on one
month more.' "
JUDGE CURED, HEART TROUBLE.
I took about . 6 boxes of Dodda Kid
ney Pllla for Heart Trouble from,
which I had Buffered for 5 years. L
bad dizzy spells, my eyea puffed.
my breath waa
short and I had
chills and back
ache. I took tha
pllla about a year .
ago and have had
no return of tha
palpitations. Am
now C3 years old.
able to do lots of
Judge Miller. manual labor, am
well and hearty and weigh about
200 pounds. I feel very grateful that
I found Dodda Kidney Pills and you
may publish this letter If you wish. I
am serving my third term aa Probata
Judge of Gray Co. Yours truly,
PHILIP MILLER. Cimarron, Kan.
Correspond with Judge Miller about
this wonderful remedy. '
Dodda Kidney Pills, SOc. per box at
your dealer or Dodda Medicine Co..
HufTalo. N. Y. Write for Household
Hints, also music of National Anthem
(English and German words) and re
cipes for dainty dishes. All 3 sent free.
Adv.
Transmissibility of Genius.
The sale of relics of Robert and
Elizabeth Hrownlng by executors of
the estate of their son, the late Robert
Weidemann Harrett Hrowning, which
began May ), again calls attention to
the fact that the child of a union so
richly dowered, from the literary
and artistic standpoint, failed to Bhow
traces of the genius of either parent
He was an artist, but did nothing ex
traordinary. It would almost seem
that genius not only has a way of
sometimes consuming its possessor
but also of consuming itself, as far
as the Immediate offspring are con
cerned. At any rate, the evidence as
to Ita transmissibility Is still lacking
although, of course, there are plenty
of facts to Justify a belief as to tha
transmissibility of special talents.
Sound Reasoning.
"Sambo." said the owner of a coun
try place to his gardener, "concerning
that tree I wanted you to cut down,
my wife thinks It had better bo al
lowed to stand."
"Well, Ah think It ought ter coma
down, Massa Brown," was the reply.
"What are your reasons for thinking
so. Sambo?"
"We 11, sah, de first reason am dat
de tree done keep de light off de green
house; de secon' reason am dat it's
gettin old. and de third reason aiu dat
I cut it down las" night" '
J .
Montenegrin National Dress.
Tho national dress of Montcnt,rro
is very picturesque, consisting of
bright and varied colors. Tho head
gear is a becoming rap..
Paying Well.
"Were you satisfied with the work;
on your place, digging for oU?"
"Yes, it waa well doue."" J
HER "BEST FRIEND"
A Woman Thus Speaka of Postum.
We usually consider our best friends
those who treat us best.
Some persona think coffee a real
friend, but watch It carefully awhile
and observe that It la one of tha
meanest of all enemies, for it. stabs
one while professing friendship.
Coffee contains a poisonous drug
caffeine which injures the delicate
nervous system and frequently Bets
up disease In one or more organs of
the body, if its use is persisted In.
VI had heart palpitation and nerv
ousness for four years and the doctor
told me the trouble was caused by
coffee. He advised me to leave it off,
but 1 thought I could not," writes a
Wis. lady.
"On' the advice of a friend I tried
Postum and it so satisfied me I did not
tare for coffee after a few days trial '
of Postum.
"As weeks went by and I continued
to use Postum my weight increased
from 98 to 118 pounds, and the heart
trouble left me. 1 have uaed it a year
now and am atronger than I ever was.
I can hustle up stairs without any'
heart palpitation, and I am free from,
nervousness.
"My children are very fond of Post
um and It agrees with them. My sister
liked It when she drank it at my bouse;
now she baa Postnm at borne and has
become very fond of It. You may use
my. name If you wish, aa J am not
ashamed of praising my beat friend
Tostum." Name given by Pustum Co,
Battle Creek. Mich.
Fob turn now comes in new concen
trated form called Instant Fostum. It
la regular Postum, so processed at tha
factory that only tbo soluble portions
are retained.
A spoonful of Instant Postum with
bot water, and sugar and cream to
taats, produce Instantly a delicious
beverage.
Wrtta for tbs little book, "The Roa4
to WerlTilU."
"There's a Reason" for Postunvr