Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-11-11

i'm the thought that Tom would
kneel beside her coffin and burst
into tears and passionate exclama-
tons of regret, which she perhaps
might see from some Spiritual post
of observation. So having put on
a hat and thick veil, Eye betook
herself down the street and around
the corner to the nearest German
! druggist.
The druggist was an old man, a
benevolent looking one, with red
cheeks and IA smiling mouth and
when she asked for poison Tor
rats" he said: SOL" and beamed
mildly upon her.
81 want it very strong" said
Eve.
$50" said the druggist.
But not to give more pain than
il necessary" said Eve.
"To the rats?" asked the drug
gist.
"Yes," said Eve, "of course; and
it must be quick and not make one
black in the face"
"So!" said the druggist, slowly.
swell, what | shall give you shall
not make the rats black in the
| face"
And with a grave cOuntenance he
compounded powder and handed
it across the counter.
| Eve took it, and passed him the
few cents he asked and walked
away. Once home, she went at
once to her room and undressed
herself, and retired to bed, taking
the powder with her. Once or
twice she tasted ii with the tip of
her tongue, hoping if was not dis
agreeable. Then, finding it sweet
she bravely swallowed it.
sit is over" she said. "Oh,
heaven forgive me and forgive
! Tom"
And then she laid herself down
upon her pillow. just as she did
so, the familiar sound of latch
key in the door below startled her.
Tom never came home at noon but
| there he was now, no one else but
Tom would walk in that cool way,
and now he was calling her:
Eve Eve = where are
| you ?'
Never before had she refused to
answer that voice. Why had he
come to torture her dying moments!
Hank
Now he was bouncing up stairs.
He was in the ROOM mn
f'What is the matter? Are you
ill, Eve?" he cried.
"No," said she, faintly-"only
tired" Ts -
"Ah! You look tired, little
one," said he. 81 came home to
get the overcoat. / suppose you've
found out by this time that that one
in the ball is not mine. | wore
Johnson's OvercOat home from the
Office, last night, by mistake, and
he is anxious about it. He asked
if there was any one in the house
would be apt to NEEDLE with papers
in the pockets / said / thought
not. l hadn't a jealous wife-eh !?
What's the matter, Eve"'
"Oh, Tom :" cried Eve, hysteri-
calIy. Oh, Tom, say it again! 1t
was not your coat? Oh, Tom! kiss
me-"
"Why, what is the matter,
Eve? cried Tom. You must be
ILL"
Then Eve remembered all.
"Oh, / am a wicked woman,
Tom I" she cried. ''There were
letters in the pocket-love letters.
| read them. 1 thought you false
to me. II took poison, Tom! /
am going to die-and 4 long to live
so. Oh, Tom, save mel"
"Yes, yesp i cried Tom. sob,
good heaven ! what poison?"
- r. II
bought it of him. Perhaps he can
save me! :" cried Eve. E8
And away went Tom, white as
death, to the druggists around the
corner.
He burst into the shop like
whirlwind.
1.-THE lady ," he grasped. s'The
lady who bought poison here an
hour agoi She took it by mistake
Can you save her? Have an anti
dOte? She is dyingp
mo, no! :" said the old German.
"Be calm be at rest /! No, no!
she cannot die of dat. When lady
asks me for poison dat will not turn
a rat black in de face, | say to my
self 50: 81 smells something's" and
| gives her in de paper shust a lit
tie sugar and something's. She could
.take pound. Go home and tell
her so. / never sells poison to wO-
men dat cry and do not wish de rat
to become black in de face. So be
calmn Z"
So Tom flew home again, and
Eve rejoiced; and hearing that
johnson was single man, who ad-
mitted himself to be engaged, she
did not rip the patch off his coat as
she had af first Intended