The Osceola times., 1886-08-28
ow. You see, 1 got Won 10 ta,. oar.

now. You soc, got you to take care
OF the Journal for me. And now that
you have made such lot of money for
me, want to back out of my bargain. :"
you are the most atrocious tilt in
the world, madam; but I'm not at all
the sort OF man TO be Tilted Suppose
we go down to the supper room now?"
"No, Dick, l don't want any supper.
have been headachy all day, and
am going TO slip of quietly and 90 to
bed. There is Nine. Luque now; ask
her to come up stairs to me for mo-
ment. | shall be all right in the morn
ing. Good night Dick, dear-let me
kiss you. never have kissed you, and
tomorrow is your birthday. There.
good night, Dick, dear Dick" And
Mrs. Warner went up the broad stairs
TO her bed room. When Nine Luque came
bustling up to her, with expressions of
alarm and offers of care, Mrs. Warner
laughed at her.
ats nothing but fatigue, Marie, and
yet don't feel as if could sleep. Let
me have your chloral, will you? Send
it to me, and you must go, dear, and do
the honors. | know the dose, and
a nights sleep is just what need
Nine. Luque went down stairs; the
maid came with the bottle of chloral
and Mrs. Warner sat down by the fire
while her hair was brushed.
please, ma am, will have Edmonds
telephone for the doctor' You're not
well, ma am"
"Quite well, Jane. I'm a little tired,
that's ala Little tired, and l want
Sleep
"And the chloral to do it! Isn't il
wonderful, ma amp And out of bot
tie, ana you go to sleep. Doctors arc
wonderful, ma'amn
"Yes--they do a great deal for US.
Good night, Jane. You need not
wake me in the morning, but let the
doctor come TO my room when he
calls
"Yes, ma am" Mrs Warner lay
down on the sofa by the fire dressed in
her wrapper. Dicks picture stood on
little table beside her She looked at
it thoughtfully. Then she took pic
ture of Nellie from the mantelpece
and placed it by Dicks. They were a
handsome couple-as people said, Dear
Dick. What splendid fellow he was;
true as steel! She kissed his picture.
They were waltzing down stairs. She
could hear the cadence of the Minola.
Then fire bell sounded from the next
street Joy and sorrow-feasts and
disaster. She went to the window and
raised the curtain.
The sky was red with flame-a fire
down near the mission. Poor mems
houses destroyed, perhaps. All! Dick
was always good to the poor. Joy and
sorrow, feasts and dsastcr-light and
darkness in every lfe-new wine in old
bottles and old wine in new.
She poured some chloral into the
glass. Sleep was the best of life-after
all.
When Mrs. Warner was found dead in
her bed from an overdose of chloral
every one who knew her mourned.
"Rich people like her are rare, said
the poor-and her friends remembered
how pleasant her house had been.
A year later Dick Headley married
Nellie. The Morning Journal, be-
queathed to him. tlourishcs and pros
pers, but Dick worked at it as
hard as ever. And every Sunday
morning, early and alone, he walks out
to tomb at Lone Mountain, opens the
door, and lays on the stone within AIRED
rose and a copy of the Sunday Morning
journal. 1t is a great edition now
the SURdal Journal. But there is room
in the tomb for many more of the close
ly-folded papers. No one can see them
through the door, and they lie there
unopened-bought by the dead.-lngle''
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