The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1870-11-26

whose grave have you been robbing?
who have you been a-murderin' ?"
Whether he really thought l had been
dlgging Up some poor sinner or murder
ing grown person, cant say, but his
remarks were ocoasioned by the fact that
one extremity OF my preparation, which
vas some poor hospital patients arm, was
exposed to sight. How / should have got
nd of my tormentors I do not know, if my
| master had rot driven along just then in
hanson, and stopped and called q cab |
tor me and sent me home. He did not |
laugh at ny dilemma, as L thought he |
would, but only said:
"Ah my boy, worse trials than this
are waiting for you.
And sad enough he looked as he said
| the words, and cad enough they made me
feel, even as his laugh had made me glad.
And glad enough | was to get back to his
rooms
| | had received instructions to deposit
the preparation" ID a trough in the back
yard. Miss Pink, prim, unmarried lady,
who lived up stairs and rented my master
his rooms. was hanging out clothes there.
what in the name of all creation have
YOU got there's ?" exclaimed she, as soon as
entered the yard.
"Well," exclaimed, with professional
sir, sit smells good deal like ''prepara-
ton
81 should think it did smell like pre-
paration,' said she. docs your master
think he's going to make bone yard OF
these premises? p
Il can't say, marm," l replied ''but a
preparation amt bone till its done
with"
At that moment heard my master come
IL, and l went to report. regarding Miss
: Pink's assertion that 1 was ''saucy imp
as too disgustingly personal to need a
reply. lily master was setting near the
: fireplace. looking at the fire. He took no
notice OF what l said to him. His face
was just as handsome, just as kind as ia
the morning, but no longer merry. The
shadow on IT deepened as l watched him
deepened till it made 1t very dark indeed =
8 deepened till the passion that caused il
V drew his smooth face into unseem,y puck
: ers. 1t almost made me cry to see him
4 for I knew he was in pain.
!. please, sir" said, touching him tim
9 idly on the shoulder.
a "Ah, William" he started as he answered
4 tbs that you? Have you got mother?"
q eyes, sir"
3 do you love her2"
p, YES"
7 Don tlove her." he said, in voice no
4 | like his other voice-''never love or trust
j woman-~neyer put faith in their promise
] -shun them as you would the devil-yes
ten thousand deyils-oh, what fool.
T, Laying his head, all covered with curls up
. on the table, my master wept like child.
! Could help crying too? Was not M
5 master already my Idol? God forgive me-
& if ever / forget his smile-his pleasan
. words
please, sir, don't cry" said, touching
a him again.
i tie made ? faint attempt to smile, called
b me good boy, and told me to go in tbs
J. outer room, and come in at o'clock AGAR
| to see if I was wanted, l obeyed
! The farthing candle that Miss Pink al
i lowed me gave sufficient light to enter
O upon an exploration of the room, which
Immediately set about by way of divertinQ
r. my thoughts. | opened one closet and
: found It full Of musty books; looked al
!; myself IN the glass and wondered how II
would seem TO see the devil appear there
G instead Of myself; | opened another close,
. and there, on a shelf, was grinning skull
, aud lots of other bones, all looking SO
' n1ouldy and smelling 50 sour that shut
!. the door at once. But though the CHASTITY
j bones were ont Of sight they were yet pres.
IS ent with me, and all that my tired fancy
I would work upon WIS the thought of those
q ZONES costing themselves together anC
! dancing Enthusiastically toward me- 1 Wal
e very glad therefore, when sound, rs of
sharp rap came from my masters study
4 and [ ran % his door and knocked, and be
a fore he could say, Come in, entered
. It Was too bad.
Stretched on the sofa he lay, his lon
II curls almost covering his face. but no
J. hiding the death culver on his lips; hi
20 shirt was open, and blood was tricklin
? very slowly from his wound. This I sa'
r and screamed ana tainted. The mex
=: sound l heard was the sound of my moth
/ er's voice, saying Enthusiastically:
n I'm sadly afraid that boy VIII come t
the galiows!'
e. / suppose my master WAS rather FOOLS
v. AS good rlany people said at the tim
ia to kill himself because ha had been III
4 cd. Very likely ne was too soft, too In
presslbie. The world with him, am sure
~ would never have been altogether a worl
- 90 business, but world Of passion an
10 feeling, bad he lived hundred years.