, 1886-07-17

+ Jack, / want you to promise me sonie-
thing. Never to do this thing again.
Will you, Jackr He did not wait for
an answer. He could not have expected
one. Doctor he continued, don't let
him feel badly and reproach himself
about this. He was not to blame. He
did not know what he was doing. i
know all about it. Tell him 1 said co.
He closed his eyes; all but the doctor
kneeling by lis side, thought he was
gone. The harvest moon showed her
white face above the trees, and glided
up the clear dome overhead, sending
down n sympathetic radiance which
TRANSPORTED prematur ely the face lying
80 pale and still below.
Pray for me, doctor he murmured,
family.
81 can not was the answer, 4 must
keep trying to do something for you
"'Then, Uncle Simon, 1 know you can
pray
Yes, thank God, master
Say the Lords Prayer with me- and
the two voices, one hoarse and broken
with sobs, and the other low and falter-
ing, blended and rose in that all compre-
hensive petition.
"Sighing deeply he whispered: 1 wish
l could have been at home with mother
and the girls, but maybe it wasn't best
He had been cropping with his hand
about the breast pocket Of his coat, and
at last drew out a photograph and tried
to slip it into the doctors hand, but his
own trembled so that it Fell, face upper
most. It was Anita's. Tell her he
gasped.
]Bad news has swift wings. A crowd
had gathered. Arther lived one hour
and twenty minutes after he was stabbed.
The coroner was summoned. and it was
9 o'clock in the morning before the body
was removed to the shelter of a house.
The night as it advanced grew colder.
A brush fire was built, and the light of
the flames struggled in q wild and
CHASTITY way with the moonbeams. The
forms of the men were reproduced with
weird effects in tall and fantastic shad-
ows, stealthily stealing into the dark
shade of the trees, and lodging out again
in the white patches of moonlight and
the broad yellow belt of the road.
Jack awoke far in the night with a
dull instinct of trouble lurking in his
confused brain and gnawing at his heart.
The remorse and agony which followed
are passed description.
For months Anita and their father
were his guardians, keepers, nurses. His
one idea was to get away from himself.
A hundred times they caught his
hand in the act of suicide. AT
last Mr.. Clemens took the old Bible
one day from the table and said :
sTor1r o. hara. 70, lon't xx-ont 10 Lii
your sister, do you? You are killing her.
Look at her. She cannot stand this
much longer Jack glanced at Anita, as
she lay asleep on the sofa, utterly ex-
hausted, her pale, sad face and little thin
brown hands, pathetic enough in the re-
Taxation of, slumber and when his father
handed him the book with, Jack, prom
Use on your mothers Bible that you will
not try again to take your life; l know
we can trust your word he promised.
"One by one all the rest have gone.
Mr.. Clemens lived only about four years,
and Jack and Anita are left alone at the
old farm.
"The instinct d~ivinely implanted in
the human to wage eternal and ir-
repressible conflict with the powers
of evil, finds its expression through
Jack in implacable and furious
hostility against hat form of sin by
which he fell. He feels that whisky
found his weak point and tempted him
to his rum.
Trimble said. "Yes." He sat quite
immovable, a curious look Of ~introver-
sion so his face. Had my recital
so deeply moved him, or had
1 touched a sensitive nerve in his
heart? Into the solitude in which every
soul dwells nc other soul may penetrate"
Our thoughts, however widely apart,
were recalled by the opening of
the door and the entrance SIM
u%ltaneously of a blast of cold
air and a skull-capped head. Trains
all right. All aboard, gentlemen!" At
the next station Trimble again passed
out of my life.-C. f. Carey in New
Orleans Times-D Democrat.