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.THE REASON.
' ': rli sot beeaaaa abe'a fair. "?
Tbangh aba to ery fair; ' " :
I Hoc though ber anile is rare.
And bright her word and act,
.. And all her gowna have air;
' Heither because she puts, forsooth,
' Into ber sketches danh and truth; .
, Nor jost because of tact, '
. That sha hath been to me
Hope, Joy an 4 melody.
But 'tis, you see, because
Bhels-Ill whisper low.
Wot is If? Here I pause.
I could not tell you If I would.
I would not tell though I could.
80 you can never know.
Catharine W. Fowler in Brooklyn Eagle.
CU1HNG m CMNK.
-.. - .
! am a miserable man," said Mr. Cy
iu Maddox gloomily, "and it is best
that the world should be rid of my pres
oce. No one oares for me."
"Oh, don't say that, uncle," said Liz
aa Silver beseechingly. "Yon know I
lore yon. Yon . are the only friend I
hare in the world, i and- if yon were to
die what wonld become of me?
- VI -suppose young Qny Cheevers would
-console yon for my .loss," said Mr. Mad
dox grimly. "At any rate, I don'tcare. I
- wiH end my troubles - and sorrow to
morrow at 12 m."
' And with these fearful words lie strode
oat of the room, leasBg.lJizzie sobbing,
with her curly black head resting on a
dinner plate.
"What's the matter now, Bess? Has
the milliner disappointed you in yonr
love of a bonnet?" asked, a warm; hearty
-voice, which was the property of "young
Guy Cheevers,, as Mr. Maddox called
him, as that gentleman strode into the
loom. i, . .
Oh, Quyr sobbed Lipie. "Uncle
Cyrns is going to die to-aorrw at 12
o'clock. " .
"How do you know?" asked Guy.
"He said so."
"But how does he know?"",
- "He's going to kill himself."
"So as to make himself a rue prophet,
eh?" asked Guy laughingly. ',
"Oh, Guy, don't joke!" cried' Lizzie
tearfully. "He will I know he will."
"I doubt it," said Guy skeptically.
."But he tried to commit suicide sev
eral times," persisted Lizzie- fearfully.
"Once he tried to smother himself with
onrning charcoal, but he forgot to stop
np the keyhole, and I smelt the smoke
and got some neighbors to break open
the door and saved him. hen he tried
to hang himself, but the cord broke; and
fee fired a pistol at himself, but -he-forgot
to put any ball in it, so that failed;
and then"
"Gracious!" cried Guy, as Lizzie stop
ped for want of - breath, "what a' deter
mined man he must be! Such persever
ance deserves to be rewarded. ' Have
yon any idea what plan he will ' try
now? V-
"I'm sure I don't know," said Lizzie'
mournfully. "Something dreadful, 1
suppose." ' '"Vv
"But what does he want to make
away -with himself for?" asked Guy
wonderihgly. . . .-
A ""Why, be Bays he is a, miserable man,
a burden to every one, and that life has
no joys for him, and that he is weary of
this world" , - -
- VAnd so would like to try the next?"
fciii"Ouy. "Perhaps he won't find it so
pleasant as the one ne is quitting. What
tax unreasonable man he must be! He is
rich, talented, healthy, and has a very
pretty niece" and here in a moment of
abstraction he allowed his arm to wan
der around Miss Silver's waist "and
what more can he want? But some peo
ple never are satisfied. It seems he is
determined to pry into futurity, and it
seems a pity to disappoint so laudable
an ambition, but duty duty to myself
compels me to interfere. I dislike any
scandal or excitement. A coroner's jury
would cause both, therefore we must
balk his little game."
.. "But how?" asked Lizzie curiously.
"A prudent general," said Guy haugh
tily, "never confides his plans to his
army, particularly when the .army is
of the feminine gender; so excuse me;
mum's the word. But rest assured, my
dearest Elizabeth, that unless your
worthy uncle shuffles o2 this mortal coil
in a surreptitious manner before -12 m.
to-morrow he will not do it afterward
of course I mean illegally. Farewell till
to-morrow."
Having concluded this address Guy
strode off in a tragic manner, leaving
'Lizzie greatly surprised, but still quite
reassured, for in her opinion what Guy
couldn't do wasn't worth doing.
The next morning Mr. Maddox made
bis appearance very saturnine and
gloomy, and ate his breakfast with a
mournful air that was terribly impres
sive. Having finished, he then took
leave of his niece in a feeling manner.
"I am about to leave yon," said he
mournfully. "I am about to end this
life of misery. I hope that yon may be
happy."
"Oh, don't go!" said Lizzie, tearfully
clinging to him, and looking into his
face pleadingly.
"It's useless," said Mr.. Maddox firm
ly. "My mind is fixed, and nothing yon
can do can persuade me to relinquish my
purpose. But you, my dear child, shall
not be unprovided for. I intend to make
my will in the few hours that are left
me, and yon will not be forgotten.
.Good-by, my dear child, farewell!" and
then, after embracing his niece fervent
ly, Mr. Maddox rushed from the room
frantically and securely locked himself
into his own room and began to prepare
""Tniwlf for his last journey.
"Nine o'clock!" he said to himself,
looking at his watch. "Three hours
yell Enough to do all I have to do!
JTirst to make my will!"
The last will and testament of Mr.
Cyrus Maddox was evidently not a long
oe. as it was finished in less than an
hour.
. "Eleven o'clock!" said Mr. Maddox,
"and I have finished. How slow the
time passes, to be sure! Now, what
ball I do until 12 o'clock, for I am de
termined not to die until noon"
A knock at the door.
"Go away!" cried Mr. Maddox angrily.
"You can t come in.
; "I am very sorry to disagree with
you," said a voice outside the door, "bat
I eaa come in. I,J hare- appQcate key
bere, and if yon don't open ' the ' door I
wm."
Mr. Maddox rose an at, unlocked the'
door savagely, and 'Mr. Gray ' Cheevers
stalked into 'the room, carrying an ob
long box under "his arm.
Ho placed the box on -.the table, and
then took a seat opposite Mr. Maddox
and stared blankly at him.
"What do yon want?" asked Mr. Mad
dox fiercely. "Don't yon see I am en
gaged?" , . ,-, . . ,
"Oh, I know," said Guy, "what you
are about to do! Don't think that I am
going to interfere" not at all.-. But be
fore yon make yonr quietus I wish to
ask yon a few questions. Have yon pro
vided for your niece's future welfare?"
"Whafs that to you?"
"Considerable. I am about to marry
Miss Silver; so her interests are natural
ly mine."
"Then she is provided for amply."
"Thank yon for your information.
Very glad to hear it.. And now excuse
the apparent impertinence of the ques
tion, but where is yonr will?"
, "Here," said Mr. Maddox, laying his
band on it. '
"Suppose yon give it to me to take
care of"
"Give it yon! Why, pray?"
"It might become misplaced," ex
plained Guy.
,T11 keep it myself," said Mr. Mad
dox roughly.
"Then just leave a memorandum on
the table," said - Guy earnestly, "to
tell where it is. It will save "trouble,
perhaps."
"Get out!" cried Mr. Maddox angrily.
"Ah, I see!" said Mr. Cheevers coolly;
"in a hurry to begin. Well, I won't de
tain you; but I have a little suggestion
to offer."
"Well?" said Mr. Maddox impatiently.
"It is this," said Guy. "Miss Silver
informs me that yon have made several
previous efforts to cut short your trouble
and your breath, and always unsuccess
fully. Now it seems to me you don't go
the right way about it. This box," and
here he opened the box before alluded
to, contains several little plans that I
think might please you. Here's one,"
and he showed a little steel instrument.
"What's that?" asked Mr. Maddox cu
riously. "This," said Guy, "is an article that
yon can place round your neck like a
collar, then, by striking your hand on
the left side of your neck, a sharp spike
is driven right into your jugular
vein"
"But that would kill me?" said Mr.
Maddox, staring. '
"Well," ain't that what yon want?"
demanded Guy sternly. "Now, here's
another," he wept on. "Here's a wheel,
you observe; yon place this band round
your neck, pass it round the wheel and
give it two or three turns then let go.
The recoil will twist your head almost
off your shoulders kill . yon to a cer
tainty." ! -
Mr. Maddox stared at him with un
feigned horror. . , -i
"Then," went on Guy coolly, "here's
a little package, a torpedo. It contains
nitro-glycerine. You place it in your
mouth, snap your teeth on it, and off
goes your head, smashed into millions
of atoms."
"Good heavens!' exclaimed Mr. Mad
dox fearfully. "What a terrible idea!"
':Not at all," said Guy soothingly.
"Beautiful invention I quite pride my
self on it scientific suicide, yon see!
Anybody can take poison or blow their
brains out, but to do it scientifically re
quires real talent. Yon have it, and I
am confjdent that yon will reflect credit
on my inventive skill. Now," he con
tinued confidently, "if you could use all
three of - these 'inventions at once cut
your jugular, garrote yourself and blow
your head off, all at once why, I'd thank
you." ---riCyf':
"What!" 'cjaed Mr. Maddox fiercely,
do you think;. I'm crazy? Do yon think
Fm going to' use any of your infernal
inventions? out of this room, you
cold blooded vifl Jin, before I throw you
out of the- window!"
"But I h&Ve a great many more to
show you," remonstrated Guy, "and you
Bee I want you to try as many as possi
ble. Well; -well!" he added, as Mr. Mad
dox graspeM the poker threateningly.
I'm going.r' But 111 leave this box here,
and beforeypn get rid of yourself just
make a. memorandum of what yon will
use and leale it on the table, because
you know tfere will probably be noth
ing left of ycjp to draw conclusions from,
Here anyfarther speech was cut short
by Mr, Maddox seizing his visitor and
hustling him out into the passage.
"Well? said Lixzie, - anxiously, to
Guy. .7
"I think it 8 all right, said Guy, grin
ning. "U-et the lunch ready. Your
nncle is all right. He'll be down."
And sure enough, so he was, and
though he spoke not he ate most vora
ciously of everything.
"Lizzie," said he suddenly, after an
hour's pause, "did yon ever see an infer
nal old fool and an idiot?"
"Never that I know of," said Lizzie.
"Why?"
"Because just look at me and you'll see
one," said Mr. Maddox grimly, and he
stalked upstairs.
Up to the present time of writing Mr.
Cyrus Maddox is still alive, enjoying re
markably good health, and he seems to
be on friendly terms with Mr. Cheevers
and his wife Lizzie. He probably for
gave that gentleman on account of a dis
covery that he made that the nitro-gly
cerine torpedo contained nothing more
dangerous than salt, and the other "in
fernal inventions" were infernal in about
the same ratio, but Guy still maintains
that when persons are weary of life they
should end their troubles by scientific
suicide. Boston Globe.
Beware of Them.
There are no less than 3,000 "little in
cidents" about Stanley going the rounds
of the papers, and at least 2,999 of them
are all in the eye of a correspondent.
The other one yon can believe or not.
.but you'd better not, Detroit Free
Press.
SAVED HER . LITE.
A Yms-k W-
nian Han Bmasih m Tsmlle
. . . a Train Thunders Above. . . -,-
. , Clinging for ber life to a rough beam
while a flying express train thundered
and swayed above her head.: Swinging
in midair with -. death above and below
her until almost exhausted by the fatigue
that came of the terrible strain upon her.
physically and. mentally. ......
- This was the dire predicament in which
Miss Norma Oaken, of Ridge way ave
nue, Avondale; was placed one after
noon, and it was only due to her cool
judgment and calm presence of mind
that she did not meet with a shocking
death. In attempting to cross a railroad
trestle which spans the rocky bed of
Bloody Bun, a little bed north of Avon
dale, she was run down . by an express
train, the engineer of which was. en
deavoring to make up for lost time by
running at full speed. To prevent being
hurled from the trestle she was com
pelled to let herself down on the outside
of the track and hang on until she was
rescued. -
With Mr. Bichard Hall, of Walnut
Hills, and- Miss Nannie Fisher, of Avon
dale, she started out for a walk. 4 They
went along the Cincinnati and Lebanon
and Northern - Narrow Gauge railroad
toward Lebanon, and as they reached
the trestle Mr. Hall and Miss Fisher
held back, fearing to meet a train. Miss
On ken, though knowing it to be 'near
train time, thought to cross the trestle
before the train could come. . .
She was about half way over when
the Montgomery accommodation, due in
Cincinnati at 2:35, whistled. She looked
up and was horrified to see the train
driving toward her with great speed. It
was train No. -12. of which Ed. F.
Doherty is conductor and Lee Barnard
trainman, and it was traveling between
thirty-five and. forty miles an hour.
When Miss Onken saw the train coming
toward her she displayed a wonderful
presence of mind by throwing herself
over the side of the trestle and there
clinging to the timber.
The engineer, George Collins, seeing
the gentleman and lady at the other end
of the trestle, reversed the engine and
stopped as soon as possible; but it was
not until he had passed Miss Onken some
distance. Running back on the trestle
Doherty and Barnard each took one of
Miss Onken's hands and pulled her np
on the track. Her face was black and
blue, and she was more dead than alive.
She was exhausted and could have held
on but a very short time longer. ' -
Without help just at that time she
would have fallen into the creek twenty
feet or more below her. ,..-
After resting a few moments she was
able to resume her walk, none the worse
for her harrowing experience: The spot
where the scene occurred is noted for ac
cidents. On the 4th of July last an old
colored - woman was thrown from the
trestle and dreadfully injured, breaking
two of her' limbs and fracturing her
skulL - Three weeks ago there was a col
lision at this point, and one of the bat
tered engines is still half buried in the
mud there. Cincinnati Enquirer. .
Poor Mrs. VanderblU.
New Yorkers are getting to be the
most inveterate and cold blooded starers.
I once saw Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt. a
sweet faced and rather pretty woman,
come into Steam's to do some shopping.
The women about beard who she was
and they stood around her in a circle
and simply feasted their eyes upon every
detail of her dress and appearance. They
loudly called each other s attention to
her earrings solitaire pearls to the fit
of her dress and the way it hung in the
back. They came closer and felt it.
They studied the way she had her hair
done up and suggested that it was worth
trying when they got home. They stood
shoulder to shoulder with her and learned
her hat by heart. She was admirable
through it all, pretended she did not see
or hear or feel, finally turned around to
go, with a blankly absent expression, the
cortege thronging around her and escort
ing her, still loudly commenting, to her
carriage. Cor. San Francisco Argonaut.
One Wife's Thanksgiving.
"I have lost $80,000 in the recent
slump in stocks," said a New Yorker
whose home life has been as unexcep
tionable as his modest public career has
been above reproach, "and I am practi
cally left without capital. 1 will have
to begin the world again at 45 no better
off than when I started at 20. ' For a
long time I hesitated about breaking the
news of my financial ruin to my wife.
This is the plan I hit on: I took her to
dinner at Delmonico's the night before
Thanksgiving. Then I took her to the
theatre. Our Thanksgiving dinner was
a dainty one, and when it was over and
I looked around at the dining room I am
unable longer to use, and at the dear
home I shall have to move out of. it cost
me a struggle; but I told ber alL If I
had any doubts as to how she would re
ceive the news they were at once dissi
pated. Some wives are worth many fort
unes." New York World. .
Musical Mn. Tayler.
Old Mrs. Tom Taylor, widow of the
dramatist, is one of the finest amateur
pianists in London. She is very small
and quite feeble, but it. is quite won
derful to see her hobble across a draw
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later charm and bewitch everybody by
the sad, sweet and almost timid melo
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if it was on the rest, and so she plays
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