Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-11-16

And sad enough he looked as he said
the words, and sad enough they made me
feel, even as his laugh had made me glad.
| And glad enough | was to get back to his
rooms.
l had received instructions to deposit
the preparation" in 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 ell creation have
you got there?" exclaimed che, as soon as
entered the yard. 5a1zI 81.
"Well, exclaimed, with professional
sir, sit smells good deal like ''prepara-
| ton -
81 should think it did smell like pre-
paration, said she. ''Does your master
think he's going to make bone yard OF
these premises?" -
II can't say, marm," Ireplied "but q
preparation amt bone till its done
with"
at that moment I heard my master come
in, and I went to report. regarding Miss
Pink's assertion that was 'ssaucy imp
as too disgustingly personal to need a
reply. Ny master was setting near the
fireplace, looking at the fire. He took no
notice of what / said to him. His face
was just as handsome, just as kind as in
the morning. but no longer merry The
shadow on it deepened as I watched him
deepened till il made it very dark indeed =
deepened till the passion that caused it
drew his smooth face into unseem,y puck
ers. It almost made me cry to see him,
for knew he was in pain.
please, sir, )" 1 said, touehing him tim
idly on the shoulder.
''Ah, William" he started as he answered
lis that you? Have you got mother?''
eyes, sir"
s'Do you love herr"
eyes"
'fDon tlove her." he said, in voice not
like his other vo,ce-ssnever love or trust a
woman-never put faith in their promises
-shun them as you would the devil--yes,
ten thousand devils-oh, what fool.
Laying his head, all covered with curls up
on the table, my master wept like child.
Gould J help crying too2 Was not my
master already ny idol2 God forgive me
if ever I forget his smile-his pleasant
words.
please, sir, don't cry" said, touching
him again.
tie made q faint attempt to smile, called
me good boy, and told me to go in the
outer room, and come in at o'clock again
to see if I was wanted. obeyed
The farthing candle that Miss Pink al
lowed me gave sufficient light to enter
upon an exploration of the room, which 1
Immediately set about by way of diverting
my thoughts. I opened one closet and
found it full of musty books; looked at
myself In the glass and wondered how it
would seem to see the devil appear there
instead of myself; opened another closet
and there, on shelf, was grinninR skull
and lots of other bones, all looking so
mouldy and smelling Sd sour that shut
the door at once. But though the ghastly
bones were out of sight they were yet pres
ent with me, and all that my tired fancy
would work upon was the thought of those
bones jostling themselves together and
dancing fantastically toward me. I was
very glad, therefore, when sound, as of s.
sharp rap came from my masters study,
and I ran TO his door and knocked, end be-
fore be could say, "Come in, entered.
1t was too bad.
Stretched on the sofa he lay, his long
curls almost covering his face. but rot
hiding the death quiver on his lips; his
shirt was open, and blood was trickling
and screamed and tainted. The next
sound I heard was the sound of my moth
er's voice, saying characteristically:
'tPm sadly afraid that boy will come to
the galiowsl
L suppose my master was rather foolish
as good many people said at the time
to kill himself because he had been jilt-
ed. Very likely he was too soft, too i'm
pressible. The world with him, I am sure,
would never have been altogether world
OF business, but world of passion and
feeling, had he lived hundred years