The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-08-27

now. lou sec, got you to take Cal
Of the J03syloi for me. And now that
you have made such . lot of money fol
me. / want to back out of my bargain. "
'sYOu are the most atrocious jilt in
the world, madam; but I'm not Mt ali
the sort of man to be Tilted. Suppose
we 60 down to the supper room now?"
mo, Dick, don't want any supper.
l have been headachy all day. and ]
am going to slip Oft quietly and 60 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. l 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 Mime. Luque came
busting up to her. with expressions OF
alarm and offers of care, Mrs. Warner
laughed at her.
'.It's nothing but fatigue, Marie, and
vet dom feel as if l could sleep. Let
me have your choral. will you? Send
it to me. and You must go. dear, and do
the hOnOrs. l know the dose, and
q nights sleep is just what need"
Nine. Luque went down stairs; the
maid came with the bottle of choral
and Mrs. Warner sat down by the fire
while her hair was brushed.
'.Pleasc, ma am, will have EdmOnds
telephone for the doctor? You're rot
we'll, ma am"
"Quite well, Jane. I'm little tired,
that's ala little tired, and want
Sleep"
..And the choral to do it! Isn't it
wonderful, ma am? And out of bot
tie, and you go to sleep. Doctors are
wonderful, ma am"
"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
a little table beside her. She looked at
it thoughtfully. Then she took pic
turc of Nellie from the mantelpiecc
and placed it by Dicks. They were
handsome couple-as people said. Dear
Dick. What splendid fellow he was;
true rs 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 ilame-a fire
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houses destroyed, perhaps. All! Dick
was always good to the poor. Joy and
sorrow. feasts and disaster-light and
darkness in every lifc-new wine in old
bottles and old wine in new.
She poured some choral into the
glass. Sleep was the best of life-after
all.
When Mrs. Warner was found dead in
her bed from an overdose of choral
every one who knew her mourned.
Erich 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. fiourishes 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 a red
rose and copy of the Sunday Morning
Journal 1t is great edition now
the Sunday 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 m9le-
o.