Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-11-02


be his own master again. So, to
avert suspicion, he hid away the
razor, re-dressed himself carefully,
and went downstairs with dignity,
as became a man who was about to
see the last face he should look upon
alive. He would hayespared himself
a last sight of Bertha, but thatcould
not be helped now. He had no
thought of giving up his design: his
last art should be one OF will.
"Herr Leyis?" asked a humble
hammered little man, who stood be-
fore him awkwardly, hat in hand.
II am Cans Mohr, sir; the person
that mended your last pair of pant
looms" He spoke in an odd way
as If afraid of his own words.
"Oh. And | suppose you've
brought your bill? I'm afraid you
must send it to my creditors I'm
sorry for you; but"
"My bin? Oh, no, sir; that was
paid-thank you, sir-long ago.
I've won the prize in the lottery
that's all"
And you want me to be- your bank,
err" asked Herr Lewis, grimly.
''How much have you won?"
mot exactly my banker, sir" He
had made n little speech on his way;
but somehow the presence OF the
man, with the prestige Of ruin about
him. sent the words out of his head,
and he half blunted, half stammered
-"Pye got a bit of money, sir: TWEEN.
ty-fiye thousand gulden it is; which
is no use to me. but quite the other
way, and ii it's any use To you and
the Young lady, Herr Lewis, sir, to
welcome to it kindly-you are, in.
deed"
Are You crazy, my good mani
Are you so rich that You can &c
about making presents of twenty
five thousand gulden? And If you
are, why to me? j don't understand
the world; want things explained. =
That was the worst of it-if things
had to be explained? Poor Cans fell
himself struggling deeper and deeper
into the quagmire.
you must take it, sir. he said
wiping his forehead. ''If you don't
shall have to find somebody that will
and then that won't do.
II will not take it. What nonsense
is this? Take my advice. Go and
spend it, or bury it, orany thing yol
like; but trust it to nobody in The
world.
1T isn't mine, sir. It's yours
There. And sooner than keep it IL
cut my throat
What" exclaimed Herr Lewis
starting at threat which came Sc
near home.
"Yes, sir: and il it must out, out il
must-sir it was 4--3-2-1; that
was the the grand prize-and-anC
-w
"There, that viii do. said Herr
Lewis, sadly. Its quite natural yot
should be little offyour head. You'll
soon come right again. Good day.
please hear him out, father, " SAID
Bertha, who saw something more il
the tailor's face thar the result o
sudden good fortune.
Thank You, Miss, and II
bought it with gulden; and that
gulden-Im dreadfully sorry ant
ashamed stole it out ofthose very
pantaloons you've got on now, AND
lit seemed all right then, but
couldn't bear it when--I don't know
how to say it, something came tor
that my little one had better be dead
and buried than grow up to have Q
thief for a father"
Herr Lewis looked Mt him in q way
that silenced him; and the look endu
red forlong-so longthat poor trem
bling Cans thought it would nevei
end. "Let me see, said Herr Lewis, i
last, slowly. Its a matter OF bust
ness, after all. You owe me on,
gulden, which you-let us say, Dor
rowed. owe you the most precious
thing that william Marx robbed m,
OF my belief in honesty. / said
wouldn't have lost that gulden for {
thousand: it's well lost for my who'll
fortune" And he held out his hand
while tears came into his eyes, anC
no man kills himself whose eyes hay,
not grown dry.
But Elias Lewis, the banker, giving
his hand TO Cans Mohr, the tailor
No-the world does not come to NJ
end, in that fashion. So, instead Q
taking it Cans just put into the bank
er's palm scrap OF paper marked
4,321-
"Therel' he exclaimed, with deeT
sigh OF relief. rs he held up his head
manfully. "And now-now / car
kiss rly little girl before she goes, !
But il the reader thinks that Bertha
let Gretchen die, or that Herr Lewis
did not find courage to face the
world agnin, and win, then is that
reader duh. indeed; as dull as il ht
we're to doubt that the lucky guilder
is still knocking about the world
and that happy is he into whose
pocket il never comes.