The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1880-10-14

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from Whitworth gun. Lou said,
the first time met her after hearing
this story, is it true that you're getting
ready to marry this man p naming
him.
She had way of half turning her
face and looking UP at you with a sauci-
ness in her black eyes that would drive
a man crazy. She looked at me that
way. .... ..
"Don't you wish you knew she
asked, and walked away, looking back
ward just once, in her coquettish way,
over her shoulder.
"Ten minutes afterward I saw her
walking with my venerable rival"
Venerable alongside of veal," said
Gherkins, savagely.
The Judge laughed.
"You are posted, Colonel" he said.
"You forget that mentioned no name
for the gentleman.
"You might as well," said the other.
"Oh, the doctor can wait or guess"
was the reply. Then" Miss Dexter's
indifference craZed me. I wanted to
tell her that, as man, I loved her. She
| knew that in my childhood I had idol
lied her. But what chance had L? What
| good would it do, if she were going to
marry the lnfirm fellow wheezing asth-
matically by her side? went home as
sured that life had no value to me. The
more thought of it the less cared for
1t. The less I cared for it the greater
my anxiety to be rid of it. To be rid of
1t meant to take it. Suicide is horribly
vulgar, ordinarily. It is only the
frenchman who makes it sublime. He
| -"
"Therel here! I must protest." ex-
claimed the parson, holding up his hands
In horror "Such talk is not orthodox"
I'm not telling an orthodox story,
doctor. What I think now and thought
then are two different affairs Enough
to say resolved on killing myself. AS
in my disappointment I felt no hunger,
starvation seemed a very refined method
| "a SSll-SAUSrInlnauOQ.
,"Economical to the last !" exclaimed
the Colonel, returning to the attack.
you'll never carry the practice of
your life to such an extreme" said Bar
ron IL have the satisfaction of know
ing that However, Colonel, your bitter
ness is natural. 1 forgive you. DR..
Miller cannot fail to see that I'm treat
ing you like Christian-that is, rs if
you were one. Well, began the siege
myself. The supplies were cut off. I
retired to my room and refused to eat.
That meant great deal when it is con-
sidered that for four years had lived at
a college clearinghouse. It meant
more when one remembers that it was
done for love. Men talk of killing them
selves for the objects of their affections.
but they seldom, if ever, try the starva-
tion plan. It takes true grit for that
sort OF thing. Perhaps this story of
mine hasn't the sentimental fervor that
an4mated me then. It seems now to
have been an example of rather funny
obstinacy. The first day was lived
through without much discomfort ;. the
second found me hungry; the third, I
was half crazy for food, and the smell
from the kitchen infuriated me. be-
gan to wonder if I wasn't making fool
of myself"
4" Yes You were the onlyone who had
doubts about it p said the Colonel, quite
cheerfully, all things considered.
Meanwhile" continued the Judge,
"every relative got wind of the matter
and came to hold an ante-mortem in
quest. The doctor was summoned, and
at last the newspaper of the town came
out with highly seasoned story, in
which Miss Dexter was, by innuendoes,
referred to as the cause of the trouble.
Of this, however, I knew nothing. I
was too busy in scheming to counter
act the plots of my friends to force food
into my stomach to care what was being
said outside of the house. The night of
the third day was o horrible one. It was
made up of o succession of dreams of
banquets at which could not eat enough
to satisfy my hunger.
"Thc next morning was out of my
head until uoon."
"Out of your stomach Brains had
nothing to do with it," said the Colonel.
"Out of my head" repeated the
Judge. "It seemed as though was
about to collapse and die. Everything
was whirling around and around, when