Wichita daily eagle., 1886-04-17

gentle old DR.. Harvey visited me- Poor old
man, he was q child in my hands. His ques-
hons answered evasively, and gave him
sufficient evidence to set his poor head shak-
ing ominously. he felt my pulse. He did
not know had accelerated its speed by vio-
lent exercise O moment before his visit He
said nv system was out of order, my brain
needed rest But I tire you. For four months
I pursued my systematic course, growing
slowly and slowly more violent l over
heard q conversation between some old
friends, in which it was suggested that it
would soon become their duty to confine me
in some asylum. That satisfied me. l had
reached the proper point. Then armed my
self and waited. In the open street, at noon
day, was the time Madmen do not seek to
conceal their deeds, so took the open, bold
course Understand
His eyes were flashing now, and his fingers
worked convulsively Il met him at the
postofice. With loud laugh pointed to
ward him, call him my brother from
Hindostan. The crowd looked surprised, and
laughed. told them he was wild animal;
to keep away He looked astonished, dunn
founded. Iexpressed great fear of him, and
then
The water washed and FLASHED,
trickled and dripped on the timbers below.
The guitar was still tinkling inshore Then
| fired-I fired, Understand
MY God, in all my months Of rehearsal.
all my course of cruel study, I bad not once
thought of it. When saw his body on the
sidewalk it came to me like stroke Of light
ming. All this did not give her to mel This
had never entered my brain. He was gone
and so was my love. She would never look
upon me again. MY brain reeled, and l
awoke in the old Jail, and they were holding
the inquest in the yard below.
THE trial you know Of Everybody said
was insane-the doctors, the papers, every
body. was acquitted, and my friends es-
rorted me TO an asylum. l had cheated the
law, but not my conscience. Understand!
In few months was discharged as a cured
man. So the physician said. Rest, they said,
was what was needed, and tlAt restored nv
reason. Poor fools.
"You are the first to whom have told this,
the very first. What can l do-what can
io-to win back the love-her love-I so
cruelty dashed to the earth! That is what
wanted to ask you, only that" He paced to
and fro nervously, clasping his hands to hi.
head, as if in pain.
l turned from him with q shudder He
'eemed in that moonlight to be a visitor from
he neither regions. His yellow face, glaring
syes, his long, slender fingers and sepulchral
roice. told him that he need never hope for
owe again. He would never see it That
'entirnent was too holy, too divine, for such
'ouls. Repentance and religion alone were
eft TO him.
He turned his great eyes upon me and,
'haking his head, sadly muttered, YES; 1
snow it. Love will never brighten my days
again. Weak, weak fool that l wasr He
5ook capsule from his vest pocket and swal-
owed it carelessly. Il am going to travel"
aid be, land want to carry with me pleas
mt recollections only. You will always re-
me kindly! Think Of me as a poor
10Y that loved too well, won't youl think
need a change of scene, and wish" He
brew his arms up wildly and fell backward
IN the wharf. The capsule was not his cough
but prussic acid, the most deadly Of
,oisons.
This is why, as l sit here alone in the moon
light, looking out over the waters of Lake
ahd listening to that guitar in
hore like an unpleasant dream, his face
gain returns. Charles E. Whitney in New
orleans Times Democrat