Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-02-05

Might just as we'll have taken two!"
--Somerviile Journal.
A MARTYR OF SCIENCE.
FROM THE FRENCH OF JULES RoBMLor.
My friend Pierre Andreol glanced
furtively at his watch, and turning to
me, said: =: a.
lin quarter of an hour we will be
there"
II replied, eyes, in quarter OF an
hour"
"A fine day?'
Every fine"
And we continued to march side by
side. silently, as two convicts rivetted
to the same ball.
The day was almost too beautiful,
an August sky darting its afternoon
rays on the barred heads of the mourn
full procession slowly moving on it's
way toward the cemetery OF Pere le
Chaise.
In turning, I saw, stretching out far
behind ME, on the Rue de la Roquette,
and losing itself in the distant turn,
the long black file, followed by the
procession of mourning carriages. I
could distinguish even the coupe of the
dead man with it's lanterns draped in
black and his horse marching with his
air OF ceremony-grave and slow.
Before us the near relations; the old
grey-headed colleagues covered with
decorations, all bearing the same at
titude Of dignitied affection. On each
side OF the hearse; with it's wreath OF
flowers surmounted by an enormous
crown of violets, marched detach-
ment OF soldiers with a heavy, indif-
ferent tread, their musket stocks
cleaning from under their arms.
s"The poor doctor WAS officer of the
Legion OF Honor?' said I, addressing
Pierre.
eyes. And he would probably have
been elected commander at the next
nomination.
$50 you, his secretary, are now
without placer"
II! Oh, that's nothing"
elbow old was he?"
"Almost sixty years. y"
"Only sixty years!' And dreamed
Of the enlbryos OF discoveries which
must now be forever undeveloped in
that vast brain.
'Such men ought not to die!''
Pierre looked at me some seconds
with his steady eye, and said in a low
voice:
Eyes, it is a pity those men commit
suici 7e."
Commit suicide'' said I, stopping
brusQuely.
1.-THE Doctor CAVITY killed HIMSELF"
Pierre was crazy with his mysterious
airs. Every one knew how the doctor
died, OF poisoning from an accidental
cut in dissecting. Pierre. as if he fol-
lowed the course of my thoughts, gave
his head a shake OF pain.
"For a savant it is very simple to
commit a suicide that no one will sus-
pect, even the one for whom it was
done. The doctor knew how to kill
himself, that's all."
My friend wore so serious and so
convinced an air that began to I'M
derstand that underneath this death.
so simple in appearance, there was
some cruel and terrible secret.
"But-to kill himself! For what?"
You mean to say for whom. For
whom do four men out Of five kill
themselves"
smiled with incredulity. "a WON.
am"
Pierre nodded affirmatively with an
expression OF deep sorrow.
"A woman! Yes -"
Istopped COMPOUNDED. Pierre ought
to know the truth. For nearly ten
years he had lived side by side with
the doctor; he had known somewhat
OF the hidden depths OF this man. How
well recalled him as he looked on the
day of reception of the Institute-this
obstinate searcher of unfathomable
problems-this pallid worker with his
disdainful yet smiling profile, whose
scalped obeyed anever trembling hand
did he kill himse!f-like boy OF
twenty! =
We continued our march through
the dusty street. In front of us rose
that straight, well-kept avenue lead.
ing to that English garden OF the dead,
Pere lie Chaise. I walked on YEARLY,
my head full Of this strange suicide
this foolish ending OF q superior man.
Pierre turned toward me and re-
counted to me with broken words the
circumstances.
"For fifty years, nearly, the doctor
had given himself without relaxation
to scientific studies. From these re-
searches and surgical operations re-
veallng such UGLY contrasts to rosy
tints and vernlilion lips, he came out
with as little human illusion as might
possibly exist. Science killed the little
passion inherent in this cold nature
and calm temperament. sHe would
stop, radiant, by the bedside of some
unhappy creature in the hospital
turn back the coverlids with gesture
of JOY, and with enthusiasm say to his
pupils, "A superb case of carries of
bone, sirs!' He was before danger
GUS gnawing enemy--very well-so
much the better-he would gnaw too.
The patient, q manikin of whom he
did not think for q minute. A life Of
that sort turns a man into bronze.
These other occupations came to
him unavoidably. He was known to
be progressive, and his name was one
around which crowds, would willingly
group themselves, and one day, with
! ont very we'll EDOxvinn how h.a fC,,nd
himself returned deputy from his de-