The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-09-21

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"oh, don't CO." said Lizzie tearrully,
oIinging to him and looking up into his
face pleadingly.
'lts useless said Mr.. Maddox, firmly.
''My mind Is fixed, and nothing YOU NAV
say can persuade me to relinqulsh my pur-
pose. But you, my dear child. shall not
be unprovided for. intend to make nv
will. in the few hours that are left ne.
and you will not be forgotten. Good-by,
my dear child-farcwelll" l"-and then, after
embracing his niece fervently, MIR. Maddox
rushed from the room frantlcally and Sc
curcly locked himself in his own room,
and began to prepare himself for his last
journey.
'Ninc o'clock" he said to himself. look
Ing at his watch. Three hours vet.
Enough TO do all have to do. First. TO
make my will"
The last will and testament of Mr.. Cyrus
Maddox was evidently not long one, as
1t was finished IN all hour.
"Eleven oclcckt" SAID Mr.. Maddox.
land have finished. How slow the time
pusscs, to be surcl Now, what shall do
until l2 o'clock, for am determined not to
die Hntil noon"
A knock at the door.
go awayl" cried Mr.. Maddox, angrilv.
''You can't come in!"
81 am very sorry to disagree with you,"
said voice outside the door, "but I can
come in. I have duplicate key here, and
If you don't open the door, l will.
MIR. Maddox rose and unlocked the door
savagely, and Mr., Guy Cheevers walked
into the room, carrying an oblong box un-
der his arm.
He placed the box on the table and then
took seat opposite Mr.. Maddox and
stared blandly at him.
"What DO you wan't2" asked MIR. Mad
dox, flerccly, Don't you see 1 am Gu
gagedt'
ooh, 1 KNOW" said Guy, "wnat you are
about to do. Don't think that I'm going
to interfere; not at all. But before You
make your quietus, wish to ask you
few questlons. Have you provided for
your niece's future welfareY"
'What's that to you2"
"Considerable. ! am about to marry
Miss Silver, so her Interests are naturally
minc."
"Thcn she is provided for, amply"
''Thank you for your information. Very
glad to hear it. And now, excuse the ap.
parent impcrtinence of the question, but
where is your willG"
"Hcre," said Mr.. Maddox, laying his
hand on 1t.
''Suppose you give it to me to take care
of2''
"Give it to you! Why pray9'
cit might become misplaced, "explained
Guy.
''l'll keep it myself" said Mr.. Maddox,
roughly.
'"Tncn just leave memorandum on the
table," said Guy, earnestly, 'to tell where
it Is. 1t will save trouble, perhaps.
''Get out!" cried MIR. Maddox, angrily.
"Ah, see!" said Mr.. Cheevels, coolly;
Gin hurry to begin. "Wcll, l won't de-
tain you; but have little suggestion to
Offer"
"1t is this," said Guy. "NIiss Silver in
forms me, that you have made several pre-
vious efforts to cut short your troubles and
your breath, and always unsuccessfully.
Now it seems to me, you don't 60 the right
way about it. "This box" and here he
opened the box before alluded to-'con-
tains several tile plans that think might
please you. Here's one"-and he showed
little steel instrument.
"What's that7" asked Mr.. Maddox, curl
ously.
''fhis,' said Guy, els an article that
you can place around your neck like COL
lar, then, by striking your hand on the left
side of your neck, a sharp spike is driven
right into your jugular VEIN"
''But that would kill me-" said Mr
Maddox, staring.
well, amt that what you want2" de-
mandcd Guy, sternly. ''Now, here's an
other" he went on. "Here's wheel, YOU
observe. You piece this band around your
neck, pass 1t around the wheel, and give it
two or three turns; then let 60. The re-
coil will twist your head almost off your
shoulder-kill you to a certainty.
Mr.. Maddox stared at him with unfcign-
ed horror.
'Then," went on Guy, coolly, "hcrc's a
little package-a torpedo. 1t contains
nitro glycerinc You place it In your
mouth, snap your teeth on 1t, and of goes
your head, smashed into millions of
atoms"
Good heavensl" exclaimed Mr.. Mad
dox, fearfully. "What terrible idea!"
"Not at all, said Mr.. Guy, soothfngly,
"Bcautiful invention--I quito pride N.Y.
self on it-sccntiflc suicide, you see"
Anybody can take poison, or blow their
brains out; but do IL scientifically requires
real talent. You have it, and am conf
dent you will reflect credit on my inventive
skill Snow, he confined, confldentially,
eff you could use all three of these lnven.