The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-05-01
TRI-WEEKLY EDITION.
"Go away!" said MIR. Maddox, angrlly.

You can't come in!'
81 am very sorry to disagree with you,"
said voice outside the door, "but | can
come In. I have duplicate key here, and
if you don't open the door will"
Mr Maddox rose and unlocked the door
savagely, and Mr.. Guy Chccvcs stalked
into the room, carrying oblong box under
his arm.
lie placed the box on the table, and then
took seat opposite MIR. Maddox, and star
cd blandly at him..
"What do you want p asked Mr. Mad
dox, ficrcely. ''Don't you see Pm engag-
"Oh l know" said Guy, "what you are
about to do. Don't think that Pm going
to Interfere, not ut all. But before you
make your quietus, wish to ask you few
questions. Have you provided for your
niecc's future wclfarc?"
"What's that to you2"
"Uonsidcrable. [ am about to marry
Miss Silver, 80 her interests arc naturally
mine"
"rhen she is provided for, amply"
Thank you for your information. Very
glad to hear it. Aud now, excuse the ap-
parent impcrtincnce of the question, but
where is your will2" e
"Herc," said Mr. Maddox, laying his
hand on II.
"Supposc you give it TO me to take care
Of"
''Give it to you! Why, pray?"
sit might become misplaced" explained
Guy.
'I'n keep it myself" said Mr.. Mad
doX, roughly.
"'rhen just leave memorandum ont he
table,, said Guy, earnestly, "to toll where
ii is. 1t will save trouble, perhaps"
Get out !" cried Mr.. Maddox, angrily.
"Ah, sce!" said Mr. Chcevcls, coolly;
Sin hurry to begin. Well, | won't de-
tain you; but have little suggestion to
offer"
"It is this" sad Guy. ''Miss Silver in
forms me that you have made several pre-
vous efforts to cut short your trouble and
your breath, and always unsuccessfully.
Now, it seems to me you don't go the right
way about it. This boX''-and here lie
opened the box before alluded to-contains
several little plans that think might please
you. Here's onc"-and he showed a little
steel instrument
"Whats that?' asked Mr. Maddox, curl
ously. @...a
"rhis, "said Guy, sis an article that you
can place round your neck like collar;
then, by striking your hand on the left side
of your neck, sharp spike is driven right
into your iugular vain"
"But that would kill mc2" said Mr..
Maddox staring.
"Wcll, amt that what you want2" de-
mandcd Guy, stcrnly. "Now, here's an
other" he went on. "llerc's wheel, you
observe. You place this band around your
neck, pass it around the wheel and give 1t
two or three turns; then let 30. The rccoil
will twist your head almost off your should
crs-kill you to Il ccrtainty."'
Mr.. Maddox stared ut him with unfeign-
cd horror
"Thcn," went on Guy, ''hcrcs little
pacRagc--a torpedo. 1t contains nitro-gly-
cerinc. You place it in your mouth, snap
your teeth on it., and of goes your head
smashed into millions of atoms"
"Good hcavcns!" exclaimed Mr.. Mad
doX, tcarfuly. What a terrible idca!''
"Not at all,' said Guy, soothingly,
beautiful inventlon-I quite pride myself
on it-scicntitic suicide, you see Anybody
can take poison or blow their brains out;
but to do it scientifically requires real talent.
You have it and am confident you will
reflect credit on my inventive skill. Now"
ho continued confidentially, elf you could
use all three of these inventions ut once
cut your jugular, garrote yourself and blow
your head oil, ali at once3-why, I'd thank
you."
"What!' cried Mr.. Maddox, fcrcely,
''do you think Pm going to use any of your
Internal inventions? Get out Of this room,
you cold-blooded villain, before l throw
you out of the Window
Rut have a great many more to show
YOU" demonstrated Guy; ''and yon see I
want You to try as many rs possible. Well,
wcll' he added, as Mr.. Maddox graspcd
the poker threateningly, Im going. But
III leave this box here, and before you get
rid of yourself just make memorandum
OF what you will use, and leave it on the
table, because, you know, there will proba-
bly, be nothing left of youto draw conclu-
siOns from, and sO--'
Here any further speech was cut short
by MIR. Maddox sczing his visitor, and
hustling him out into the passage
"Wcll," said Lizzie, anxiously, to Guy.
81 think it's all right" said Guy, grin
ming: "act the lunch ready, Yonr uncle
is all right. He'll be down.
And sure enough, so he was; and though
he spoke not, he cat most voraciously of
everything. IS.
hours pause, :'did yon ever see an internal
old fool and idot2" as
'tNever, that l know Of" said Lizzie
"Why2'
''Bccauso, just look at nc, and you'll
SEQ one,' said Mr.. Maddox, grimly, and he
stalked upstairs.
Up to the present time of writing, Mr..
Cyrus Maddox is still alive, enjoying re-
markably good health, and he seems to bo
on friendly terms with Mr.. Chccvcrs and
his wife Lizzie. He probably fOrpaye that
gentleman on account of discovery that
he made that the nitro-glyccrinc torpedo
contained nothing more dangerous than
salt, and the other ''infcrnal Inventions
were internal in about the same ratio; but
Guy still maintains that when person Is
weary OF life they should case their troubles
by scientific suicide.
i1nife ana Fork Filtration.