Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-04-30
MY OWN SUICIDE.

| -chscago Ledger.
MY OWN SUICIDE.
had resolved to kill myself; there
was no longer any doubt that Amelia
was faithless to me.
Let me be sure about twas it Anne
liza her name was? To think that she
once held my life, as it were, in her lit
tie hand, and can't reco]lect, to save
my soul, what her name was.
Anyhow, whoever she was, she had
proved false to me, and, as I was very
young at the time, I had promptly come
to the resolution to destroy myself.
My first intention was to go and blow
out my brains all over her stair. carpet,
but then reflected that every one
would know that Henrietta-come to
think of it, her name was Henrietta
had Infatuated me and turned my head.
NO." said I to myself, mo scandal, no
publicity! Let me initiate the wound
ed stag which, seeking to hide it's fatal
hurt, betakes itself to. the most secret
thickets, there to perish far from all
human eyes,"
Il
In this elegiac disposition took the
$50 train for Melun, which set me
down just at dusk within few steps of
the Golden Lion, a very well-kept inn
with clean beds and a capital table.
what will monsieur have for SUD-
PERI" said a charming little mistress.
"Eothing-supper would be mock
cry. Show me to my tomb-my room,
I mean"
I retired to my couch, but not to
sleep. In my fevered dreams I beheld
Victoria-I am confident it was Vic
toria, after all-passing, leaning upon
the arm of my hated rival. I clutched
mad1y at his throat, and seized-the
IRON railing of the bedstead. I rose
unrefreshed, but what matters that? -I
was about to die-ha! ha! to die.
Having dressed myself, T went in
search of rope. You may think that
when person wants to hang himself
nothing is easier than to find rope !;
but had to hunt the hotel high and
low before I could find one.
"What on earth do you want of a
rope, monsieur?" said the pretty mis-
tress when finally she found me one.
With the precious bit of hemp in my
pocket, l took my way toward a
thicket not far from the hotel, in little
wood whose paths were familiar to me.
There was one lonely and gloomy copse
there where I we'll knew my Gfeless
body would swing for weeks ere it was
discovered.
Upon the road I thought of Bertha
was wrong before; come to think Of
it, it was Bertha and cursed her with
all the bitterness Of which my soul was
capable. then tested my cord. It
was not such an agent of self-des-
tructioE as I would have chosen had
an assortment from which to make d
selection. It seemed to me- both short,
and not up to my weight. I was an
noyed. You cannot tell how a trife
| like that will affect PERSONS temper at
such a moment.
A further disappointment was in
store for me. On arriving on the spot
had selected in advance, was dis
agreeably surprised to find some one
else there. An individual, whose back
only I could see, was fastening rope
to the most eligible branch of my tree.
"Hello! what are you doing there?" I
cried.
He turned round. "What business
is it OF yours, any way?" he says.
"Baht don't you think I know what
you intended doing?"
swell, and supposing I wanted to
hang myself-it is my own funeral
suicide, 7 mean"
Regarded him narrowly. He was a
handsome and manly young fellow, Of
about my own age, with a frank and
winning countenance. He was deadly
pale.
"This young man." said I, lifting my
hands to heaven, "was going to take his
ife-his own precious life-all for the
sake of worthless jilt."
"Sir!" he cried.
"Poor, silly fool" I went on, commun-
ing with myself aloud, she would I'M
dertake to defend her. All lovers are
the same. Will. you," I continued,
stake my advice-the advice of we'll
wisher2 Just leave that cord there Gt
was stouter rope than mine, I had OBJ
serveD and go quietly home like a good
fellow When you are yourself, you
will thank me for having given you
such good advice"
He shook his head gloomily. II de-
sire to die" he muttered.
| Don't let yourself be goaded into
taking step that if you were alive you
would regret Tomorrow" I went On,
with benevolent persistence. (You
see, the fellow had pre-cmpted the only
really-eligible bough in the wood. J
"When you are dead, it will be too late
to change your mind"
! "You speak to me without knowing
what misfortune has happened to me-"
II can guess it. -~--~-~- --,-~--~.~~
mo, you cannot guess it. Sir, a
woman that I loved-a woman for
| whom s,zs... T.: G.,~..- .-.-.....
And he went on to tell me his story,
which, singularly enough, was precisely
! like mine. The coincidence made me
| pause moment to collect my thoughts.
/ v. e. ~ So tH-:'
Il see," said Charles Che had told me
in the course of his painful story that
his name was Charles), shat your 81.
lence justifies me" = T..
1 "By no MEANS" I cried. (You will
observe that it wouldn't have been dig.
nifed for me to abandon at once my
former position on the subject of sui.
cide.) '@tThere is nothing whatever in
all that you have told me to justify you
in taking your life. Come, my friend,
said I, becoming really interested in hit
case, scome, let us reason the matter
out. Why should you complain because
/ you have been unfortunate in love
] Don't you know what the poet says?
:. The lot OF girls was to deceive Ii,
Since winter first was snowy.
aWomen have been false 70 their lover
from all time women will be false *
| their lovers to all time" 81:
But no woman has ever been *
false to her lover Is this woman wa
to me. 81; & 81 s5.. s1sss5
i 8 Lots Of 'em have.
No; none could be-
: But Z tell You thousands Of ZEN
have. I know one whose conduct tow
ards towards an intimate friend o
mine Was Why should you kill J on
self because one pretty woman ha
81 ,,lovnS ~v.,, 4. Ia 9nnk@arrtJ,np ~, = IS