The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-08-03

4 am . MisSftule man hAia ~ fiSA
don, glcomily. and !, is hesi that The ~ori'
should he rid Of my presence, No OPS
CARES Tor me.
Oh. don't say that. uncle. said Li11i'
Silver besecchingly. You know how
love you. You are the only friend ! ha''
| in the world. and II you were TO die wh@'
would become OF mef
suppose young Guy cheesers woula
console you for my loss. said M Mad
dor grimly. Al any rate. don't care
will end my sorrows tomorrow al itwei''
O'Clock. And with these fearful words h'
strobe cut Of the room. leaving Lizzie sob
hing, with her curly black head resting OF
9 dinner plate.
What's the matter now, Bessf Has The
milhner disappointed YOU in the love OF
bonnet asked warm. hearty voice, th'
undoubied property Of Guy cbeevers, a.
Mr.. MADDOX called him-as that gentle
man strobe into the room
oh, Guy, sobbed Lizzie, Uncle Cyrus y
going 10 die tomorrow at twelve o'clock.
How do you know2 asked Guy
He said so.
But how does he know?
He's going TO kill himself.
SO a. 10 make him true prophet, eh
asked Guy, laughing.
oh, Guy. don't joke cried Lizzie, tear
fully. lie will, know he will.
doubt it, said Guy, skeptically.
But he has tried to commit suicide sew
eral times, persisted Lizzy, teariully
Once he tried to smother himself will
burning charcoal but he forgot to stop nj
the keyhole, and smelt the smoke, AM
got some neighbors TO break open tn
door and save him. Then he tried to ham
himself, but the cord broke, and he fire.
q pistol at himself, but he forgot to pu
any ball in it. so that failed, and then
Gracious cried Guy as Lizzie stoppe'
for want OF breath, what determines
man he must be. Such perseverance de
serves to be rewarded Have you any ide
what plan he will try next?
I'm sure | don't know, said Lizzi
mourniully. Something dreadful, sup
pose.
But what does he want TO make ava
with himself fort asked Guy, wondering
ly.
Why, he says, he is q miserable man,
burden to every one, and that life has n
joys for him, and that he is weary OF thi
world
And so would like to try the nert! sal
Guy. Perhaps he won't find it US pleassn
As the one he is quitting. He is rich, tai
ented. healthy, and has very pretty nice
here in q moment OF abstraction. he o.
lowed his arm to wander around Mis- 81
ver's waist--and what more can he want
But some people never are satisfied
It seems he is determined to pry into futu
rity, and it seems pity to disappoint
iaudable an ambition. but duty duty I
myself compels me to interfere. l dislik
scandal or excitement A coroner's jur
would cause both, therefore we must bal
his little game
But how will you do it? asked Lizzi,
curiously.
A prudent general, said Guy, haughtil,
never confdes his plans to his army, pa
ticularly whom that army is of the fems
nine gender--so excuse me; mum 5 th
word; but rest assured, my dear Elizabeth
that unless your worthy uncle shuffies o
this mortal coil in surreptitious mannt
before twelve o'clock--sf course, l mea
illegally. Farewell till tomorrow.
Having concluded this address, Cru
strobe of in tragic manner. leaving Lii
zie greatly surprised, but still quite rea
sured, for in her opinion what he coul
not do was not worth doing.
The next morning Mr.. Maddox mad
his appearance very saturnine and gloom,
and ate his breakfast with mournfnl a
that was terribly impressive. Having iii
ished eating, lie then took leave of b
niece in feeling manner.
am about to leave you, he said, mourl
fully. l am about to put an end to th
miserable life. ] hope You may ever
!. happy.
Oh, don't go, said Lizzie, fearful
clinging to him and looking up into b
J face pleadingly.
It's useless. said Mr.. Maddox, iirml
My mind is fixed, nothing can persua'
me to reliquish my purpose. But yo
my dear child, shall not be unprovid'
for. intend to make my viii in the fe
, hours that are left me, and you will not
forgotten. Goodbye, my dear child
FAREWELL and then after embracing i
niece fervently. Mr.. Maddox rushed fro
> the room frAntically. and securely lock-
himself in his own room, and began
prepare himself for his last journey.
! Nine O'Clock. he said 10 himself. looki
at his watch. Three hours yet. Enou
TO do all have 10 do. First, 10 make 1
will
The last will and testament OF Mr.. Cyr
Maddox was evidently not a long one,