Walker-My_Musical_Ex.. - Walter Cosand

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his music, was always obliged to take a room at the
top of the house. It meant simply being on a sort
of treadmill for that day and a half. When the
weary quest was over, he was to have accompanied
E to supper at our house. The latter, however,
to my surprise and disappointment, appeared alone,
and his expressive face told me before he had uttered
a word that there was something wrong.
' Well, but where is your friend ?' was my salutation
to him as he came in.
' Ah, signorina, he is very ill, and though the
doctor has not said so, I believe that he is in great
danger !' and then he told me how that afternoon
P had, after finally securing a suitable room, met
him by appointment at a caffe. He seemed much
exhausted, but cheerful and full of hope, full of plans
for the future. All of a sudden he was seized with
an internal paia of such violence that he at once said
he was dying. ' It became worse and worse until by
his own wish,' continued Signor E-—, 'I took him
to the hospital. Various remedies were applied to
relieve him, but he was not better when I left him,
about an hour ago.'
' Are visits allowed in the hospital ?' was my next
query of Signor E .
'Oh yes, signorina; but only by an order, for
which one must apply beforehand. I have one in
my pocket ; and Sgambati, on whom I called on my
way to you, has arranged to accompany me to the
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