The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-27
THE STORY or A HuMoRIsT.

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 williamssown, whese Williams college is situated, lies snugly nestled in among the cluster of purple giants known as shs Berkshire Hills Amer the college com. mencement is over the town IS 6lled during the summer by crowd of pleas ure-seekers, and has quite a reputation as a summer resort. l had gone up 10 attend . class reunion, and, having a week or two to while away until weni back to my desk, concluded to spend them in loafing around where l waS The college halls were empty. and but few of the summer visitors had 4rrived, so spent the greater part of the time under the large trees in front of the library. As l lay there one afternoon watching the lAnnsy sparrows fiit in and out the ivy on the chapel walls l saw, shamhling along the walk, a man who vas evidently strongly charged with New England rum. He seemed conscious oi my scrutiny. as he suddenly wheeled around and stared steadily back at me.
 ~Geores kane..-I cried out, half to myself and half to him. George"
 How are you, BrowneT in sheep- ish tone) "What'r you doing here. If you were in Washington five years ago you surely remember George Kane. He was the wii,iess and brightest uaar fn the ranks of the pencil pushefs. He never wrote anything that was no; eagerly read and iaugae cd over. A merry spriie seemed to dwell in his quill, and he always had joke al his tongues end. He was Momus on earth again.
 And 1t was this happy laughter iha, stood on :he ~a!k near the steps of the library with blinking eyes and shaky knees, looking like dreary tramp jus, risen from a bed m the gutter stupid, swaying from side to side, ~ith his head tilted on one side this was C eorge ane whom we considered gian, of journal ism, and a word from whom would send us youthful journalists into the seventh heaven of delight
 "l suppose you're seeking inspiration from the grand old h-hills," he said with lurch, som l-inspiration with little sh-sugar 'n it."
 And then, seeing my look of astonish- ment al his plight, Come, come, young s,er, is this the first time you've seen a man full. Haven't you any place 10 get myself decent in
 took him to my room, and tried the usual remedies in such cases, bs, he seemed to grow only more maudlin. He wept over me, and called me "a zemp- lery fren',' and as las, resort made him come ou, with me and walk up one of the mountain roads. He talked in- oessanily, cursed the dusty roads, laughed at the buds,. whistled to the chipmunks, cried about he pine giants, and admired the sunset, and when we reached the top of the mountain road he stopped abruptly and sat down by the little noun tain brook under a grand old pine, and told me his story.
 He had come to Washington wi,h a young wife whom he loved madly, and whose slightest wish was his law. News paper work kept him away from her the greater part of the time, and she found other company. One day he came home and found an empty house. He saw her once afterward, as she whirled pas, him behind a magnificent pair of horses along one of the avenues. ." tried hard to find her, Browne" he said. "lndeed did. loved her too much to let her go. T But he never had found her, nor seen her face again. And yet, with his awful sorrow always by his side, he laughed his heartiest, and kept his world of read CTS in a constant grin. "1 couldn't cry, so had to laugh. would have gone mad if l hadn't. tried to keep the blue devils away with my pen. wrote l suppose they laugh all the time there. have tried drinking lately, but it's no use, and think shall try water, soon, '' with horribly signihcan, gesture to- ward the river, lying far down below us in the valley. So he rambled on in an aimless way, with many, horrible, almos, blzsphemous Jests until the valley lay in darkness beneath us and the dark arch above us twinkied with thousand stars. We descended in silence until we neared the hotel. A stylish dog-car just then slowly passed us. in which sat lady alone. George Kane ran from my side to the horse's head and stopped ii. "MaEy~ he cried "for Gods sake Mary, listen to mel"
 The woman half rose at the sound ol his voice, and then with her whip up- raised, in hard voice, brazen and loud, answered him:
 "Oh, get out of my way, George kzne."
 He let the rein go, and stood there irresolute and miserable. The light from a hotel window fell on his face. There was no laughter there now. Whine, distorted, haggard, and weary of life, a face l can never forget, and when the whip descended with hiss and the frightened horse sprang forward, ii vent down, and was crushed in the dust of the road. The horse, with furious gallop, rushed along the rough road the dog cart pitched this side and that, and finally was overturned, and two days sfterward George Kane lay in the college cemetery buried beside his wife.
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