The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-02-13

no more, ana so % TIA va ny AoSAJ'
[ arranged my affairs 10 the best Of my
ability. spd received an imaginary letter
from a friend in New York requesting
nv presence on matter OF business.
buraeped myself with no unnecessary
luggage. What did an unknown suicide
want Of another coat and change OF
linen?
II kissed my mother and sister and
startled my grandfather by my embrace,
and started upon what mentally called
my last journey. with determined
spirit.
There was a certain hotel to which
many of the people Of our village were
in the habit of going This l avoided
Anoz1,er chosen at hazard seemed to be
better. Thither [ walked, determined
to leave no trace Of my destination to
those who knew memo clue to my
identity to those who should find me
dead.
Il had no mark on sfg cloSling. no
card, paper or letter with me; | had
torn the halter mark from my beaver
AS 7 assembled the hotel steps | felt, SO
to speak, like one going to his own
| funeral.
IA erianing waiter bowed before me.
| A merit clerk lifted up his head and
stared. was an ordinary traveller to
| them, that was evident.
1t was late in the evening; the place
] wore an air of repose. Laughing and a
! faint ,c!ink of glasses in an inner apart
] aaent told Of some conviviality. One old
! s,an read bis newspaper before abe fire.
| Nothing else was astir.
Iasked fer a room. The clesl, nodded
politely
do yousare much what fear?' be
! w&ed
4 shook n,5 head.
ssNnmber rswenty-nine is emsscy," be
50 d. and tossed key to the waiter
VII qua ] followed at once.
We reached the room by going up two
s;cl Is of stairs At its door the winter
push co.
~ teaagh 5he said twenty-nisa. ht
mut,. red. 'lEae key is surely twenty
one"
9TH N open twenty-one with st.
s.;d 1 don't care for the number %
the ROOF L
"No. ar-te soe sure, sir. said *h'
waiter ua passed along few step
further.
.Twent, '-.one," sac said, und unlock
ing a door ,usheda: open.
"ShalI bring you anything, sirg''
he said.
T answered mo, ana he left me, baviaa
put the candle oo my bureau.
The bour b; vi eome. AS shut ths
door a heavy Ugh escaped me. Alas
that life had r, asome so woeful thins
70 mo that sbo Via even want to be rid
of it.
In the dim ligh, OF 'asy one canuie
paced the floor, a, NJ ssSught oi''ei'S VI
the y;rl loved co Yearly.
II w.s In the da, Of -ourtained beds.
Tho he'd in this ro srm was hung with
darL cb;ntz. 20 were tbe windows. Over
tho bpreau was a loo tiag-eiass. with a
portrait of lady 10 |, uhea sleeves aDo
b;oh comb Of the ton " the way of Or
There were OUR stiff chairs,
and brass shovel ard to lKs s6aod guard
beside the crate. fanci, vi myself lying
dead en- the bed amidst all ssaese nelong
ings and ielt sorry for my vein. linen
took my pistols from my ofaans1teau
and leaving the door unlock ~ ass Why
should I put the landlord to be ian9uole
OF breaking it open?
| lay down upon the bed, q ee~ ahe
curtains, took pistol in each ha ,os faf"d
as true as speak to yon, had the Rfa1-
zIe of each to temple, when som sSAas
opened the door.
There. now. Jessie. said voice, ]
told you you didn't lock it.
IL did, said another voice; an d
sent the key to the Office by the cham
bermaid"
| laid the pistols down and peeped
through the curtains. They were two
ladies in the ROOM One an old lady
In brown front of false curls, and the
other my cruel lady love, Jessie Gray.
For moment [ fancied | must be
dreaming.
Sure it's the right number?" asked
Jessie.
"Twenty-one-yes, said the other
And here's my band box Oh. dear!
I'm sleepy"
s.T' nm NOT I wish Uo, our* - o;1