The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-05-09

"Does her journal give her motives in detail ?" asked George.
 "lt does not. There is but single entry after that of February 4th. l thought you knew all these thisgs. l supposed she had told you everything when we
 were at the seaside"
 s'No, we had but one conversation in that time which referred to death, One night after had made up my mind to
 die, Agues talked to me of future exist ence, and told me that she had provided herself with the means of instant death, and that if there was future Eie her scsl should join my own as soon as died, that she would not be one moment away from me. She was very calm, and seemed very happy to think we should soon be- gin new existence together. That con- versation is the only thing occurring in my illness which is perfectly clear and dis tinct to me. It made me long to die, and seemed perfectly correct and natural in every way"
 "l thought Agnes explained everything to you," said l. "I supposed you knew far more than 1 of her thoughts at that time. We shall never know all of the agonies which tortured the poor grill There are only few lines more of her josrnal; the last words written after she had locked the door of her tomb and sat in her youth and beauty, facing death:
 "926 South street, 10 p. m, July
 1879 must have mistaken my vocation in life. think l was born a house. keeper. have arranged the things in this room so that the ensem6k is quite homelike. The only possible fault that could be found with this apartment is the presence of the rats. A delightful thought strikes me, they expect to eat mel shall be avenged upon my beautiful hands upon this hideously enticing outward shape, which was made charming that might find victims-those foul creatures will devour what the world has fiattered and caressed as Agnes Toxel-they form circle about me now, just outside the ring of light that falls from the shade of my lamp upon the floor. How their eyes shine, and how still they are until one changes his position uneasily, and then there is an eager, horrid stir among them all for an instant, and they are still again with their shining eyes. like a ving of little dots of fire in the darkness about me l am glad came here to die. shall be alone, and this cursed, cursed body will not be honored by christian burial! How clear my mind is, how calm am! The last of the Toxels dies alone, and meets death calmlyl have only few more things to do. To put this book in the box and leck it, to lie down upon this little lounge-to crush this capsule hold now oetweeh my teeth-and-tha is all. l was a fool for a time. l be. lieved Arndt had wisdom beyond other men. and was in love- am sane again. I know that death ends all, and 1 am glad.-No. will not write that name. Not another word. am not weak. How the rats eyes shine l-Do not be impa- tient, my little friends-I shall soon bid you dine! AGNES ToXEL
 "What picturel" said George. ell have never realized her surroundings in the hour of her death until now r
 "Poor Agnesl'
 "Was she sane, Dr. Arndt ?"
 "l cannot tell. do not know all that she knew to make her believe that her hands gave fatal caresses. A tendency to suicide is an evidence Of insanity, of course; but only because all sane per sons are supposed to desire life, no mat ter what its miSeries and its burdens are. l Certainly there was no other evidence of insanity in her case. All of her arrange | ments were made in such a manner as to | excite no suspicion whatever that her rental of the room in which she died | was anything out of the common way. | She must have been perfectly composed, and perfect master of herself in every | particular. No one saw her enter the building at o26 South street, and no one Jaw her who knew her from the time she eft the house at the seaside. She must nave appeared calm and rational through hose days"
 "I wonder what Mrs. Johnson knew of aer real life," said George.
 "Very little, think" said. "Agnes nay have made con6dant of her, but hink not. How strange that we could ,ot find Mrs. Johnsonw
 thought I had found her in the title coast town where she was born," Iaid George, with slow perplexity quite different from his usual speech.
 "You thought% said I; "were you lot sure in regard to one whom you ,new so well?'
 l am not sure saw any one," said George, with his gray eyes looking frankly nto mine once more. {" was walking lowly along one of the steep narrow treets in February fog, and woman passed me. The fog was very thick, and he woman walked rapidly, and did not ee her face, and the dress was different ron, anything we ever saw Mrs. Johnson year, but something in the figure made ne quicken my pace, and scan the fea- ures of the unknown when reached her tide. It was the face of Mrs. Johnson, wen more beautiful than when saw it ast; she drew to one side, startled by ny stare; followed her, took her hand md said, 50 have found you at last ? Her hand was bare. and I was sure l :ould not be mistaken, but the lady ap- 'eared frightened, and drew her hand hastily from mine, and hurried on with mt speaking word. was so sure, that
 followed her, intending to insist upon a