Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-01-02

ment; and then, as the thought OF all the
good she might do if she only had lit
tie more, and of the respect that would
be paid to Bait when he should come
back, and of the magnificent white marble
house she would like to build on Murray
hill, of the charitable institutions she
would endow, of the dinner parties she
would give, and of the diamonds she
might PURCHASERS the thought OF these
things flashed upon her mind, she had a
feeling of unhappiness which she had
never experienced before.
"You are still unsatisfed," said the
stranger, impatiently. 'Why did you
not say at first what you wished? Why
detain me all this while, when l have so
many other calls to make this mornings
Let me know at once the limit of your
wishes, that I may crafty them and be
done with it."
"Well, Them said the widow, growing
holder as he spoke, II do not think 1t
would be at all beyond the bounds OF a
moderate ambition if I should say that
l will be entirely content with hundred
millions. Properly invested, with the
advice of my brokers in Exchange place,
I think it would yield me an income OF
ten millions year; and with that sum
Bait and could manage to rub along
without help from anybody"
"The demand is preposterous, madam.
But l cannot deny you'll said the strangg-
er, with graver expression than he had
yet shown. And instantly the whole
room;was filed with greenbacks. They
were stacked up against the walls and
under the tables, and heaped upon the
floor in every direction. And the
widow looked aaound upon the
treasure with proud and lofty feeling,
in which there was hardly tinge OF sell
fshness, for she thought only of the bene
fit that her darling son would derive
from it. Don't call it selfshness. She
was purely womanly.
II must now mention the condition
upon which this vast sum shall be
yours said the stranger.
THE condition. exclaimed the wild
ow, looking at him reproachfully, ~
imagined it was ell mine already
"Wealth has its responsibilities" said
the stranger, "and you surely could not
expect to have hundred millions OF dol
lars and do nothing for 1t. But the con-
dition on which this great treasure shall
be left with you Is very light. 1t is only
that you shall commit a murder.
Horror I can never do it!' exclaimed
the widow.
Every well, Them said the stranger;
Il have nothing more to say" And he
commenced putting the greenbacks into
his bosom. And as the widow watched
the lessening heaps she cried out, "Stop!
stop!".
The stranger stayed his hand, and the
bundles of greenbacks were as numerous
as before. They fell around her like big
flakes of snow.
Chow can I sully my hand and con-
science by committing a murder9'' said
the widow.
"Why, my dear madam" said the
stranger, "your squeamishness is absurd.
Do you not know that wealth of all kinds
represents toll, and suffering, and agony
and murders The Jewels that sparkle in
your ears were only obtained by the sac
rifce of many lives, and you do not enjoy
a luxury but at the cost of somebody's
existence. 1t Is frivolous mistake to
feel a iepugnance at committing muir
der yourself, when you feel none while
enjoying the results OF murder committed
by other"
"But whom do you wish me to muir
der?"
~ do not ask you to murder anyone in
particular said the stranger. Gall that
I would have you do is to throw a dart
into crowd. Whoever it may hit will
be long way off, and you may scquit
yourself of any evil design or i'll natured
feeling against any one in especial. Here
is the little arrow. It has very sharp
point. Take it and throw it with all your
force; 1t will take long flight, but it
will strike somebody"
ga long way off2'' said she, and she
took it in her trembling hand.
ga long way off," said the stranger.
'Now, then, throw" And she lifted her
arm and threw the arrow with all her
might. AS she did so the stranger
glanced at her with fearful grin. The
wall of the apartment suddenly fell away
like mist, and she saw the PROSTATE
form of young man lying beneath a
palm tree, with the arrow lodged in his
breast. And she heard him exclaim in
faint accents, as the life blood flowed
from his wound: ooh! mother, muth-
er!"
She shrieked: II have murdered my
dear Ealt!'
There was loud crash. The terrible
vision disappeared. The stranger was
gone. There was not a scrap of green
back to be seen, while Bridget rushed in
to the parler, exclaimlng: "For dear
sakes! What in the world is the mat
ter?''
"Did anybody 60 out, just now?' said
said Mrs. Van Dusenbery, rubbing her
eyes.
''Not soul has been inside the house."
said Bridget.
''Did you see any bundles of green
backs lying about9'' asked the widow.
"Not rag" said Bridget.
'And don't you smell any brimstone"
asked the widow.
"Not ha'porth,' replied Bridget, Eek
cept the parlor matches. But who did
this?' she asked, as she pointed at the
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