Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-04-25

that life had become so hateful a thing to
me that l should desire to be rid of it.
In the dim light of my candle paced
the floor, and thought bitterly of the girl
l loved so dearly.
1t was in the days of curtained beds.--
The bed in this room was hung with dark
chintz so were the windows. Over the
bureau was looking glass, with n por-
trait of lady in pulled sleeves and a
high comb, at the top, by way of orna-
ment. There were four stuffed chairs,
and brass shovel and tongs stood guard
beside the CRATE. l fancied myself lying
dead on the bed amidst all these belong
ings, and felt sorry for myself, Then |
took my pistols from my portmanteau,
and, leaving tho door unlocked, for why
should put tho landlord to the trouble
of breaking it opon-I lay down on the
bed, drew the curtains, and as true rs |
now speak to you, had the muzzle Of each
to temple, when some one opened the
door. g There, now, JESSIE" said {
voice, IL told you you didn't lock it,
81 did," said another voice, "and sent
the key to the Office by tho chamber
maid"
laid tho pistols down and pcoped
through the curtains. There were tive
ladies in the room. One an old lady In q
brown front of false curls, the other my
cruel lady-love, Jessie Gray. For mo
ment | fancied must be dreaming.
"Suro it's the right numberY" asked
Jessie.
Twenty ty-ono--yes," said the other.-
"And here's my bandbox. Oh, dear
I'm sleepy.;'
81 am not" said Jessie, II wish
was aunt"
"You didn't sleep wink last night, ;
said the aunt. "Nor you haven't eater
your meals to-day. You'll go into n dc
cline if you go on that way. I'll see DIR
Black about you tomorrow"
/" don't want DR.. Black to be called,
sighed Jessie. "I'd rather die"
WHATS tho matter ?" cried the ole
lady. "You arc not yourself. Yol
don't eat or sleep, and cry perpetually.-
What ails you ~
"Tm miserable" said Jessie.
"Why ?" asked the aunt.
"Oh, aunt it's all your fault. Yol
told mo over and over again that n CIR
must never jump at an offer that n mar
must be refused at least once, or hc'(
not value n girl. And ! liked him so
And, oh, he liked me And when HI
asked | lelt so glad But remembered
what you said, and oh, how could d
it 2--I said, Oh, dear, no = and he LEI
me without word. And Pm so sorry
oh, so sorry l-because / loved him
aunt I"
" You little goose" cried the old lady
AS for me, you can fancy how ! felt
| had no thought Of suicide now. NJ.
desire was to live and ask that question
| VI ib'iio oNol "B"ii. IoShNNNh my P''
tolls and crept down on the other side o
the bed. stepped towards tho bureal
and blew out tho candle. The faint rec
light Of the fire was still in the room. A
/ / dashed out ut the door | heard two fo
male screams, but | escaped in safety.
/ met the waiter on the stairs.
Found out the mistake, sir was jus
coming to rectiry it,"
Don't mention it," | said. "I'r
very glad-that is, ii don't matter. Her
is something for your trouble" CAV
him five dollar bill.
He said 81 thank ye sir" but sa,
that he thought me crazy. He was con
frmed in his opinion when, as l passe
to the door Of my own room, cried
Heaven bless twenty-onc It's
lucky number"
But was never saner than / was then
and never half so happy.
OF course / proposed to Jessie the yer
next day, and need not tell you that hC
answer was not "Oh, dear, no !" an
that's why call number twenty-on m
lucky number.