Sacramento daily record-union., 1890-03-15

Thiers' government. On the first da,
Psychos had met with remarkable sale
but the second day found it something of ;
drug upon the market. The repetition o
the same cry did not strike the newspapel
buyers ear favorably. 1t savored of de
ception, and it so happened that the sec
ond days receipts fell below the cost o.
the white paper even.
After the third days paper had been
printed, visited George in his Office. He
was full of enthusiasm. 81 shall prove to
to the world that | am right" he said.
"When?" | asked.
"Not to-day, but tomorrow, perhaps
Negotiations are pending now in France
| and an Emperor may be declared to-mor-
row. The leaders are considering the adj
visibility of the movement. 1t all de-
pends on the Empress who, at the present
time, is almost wild with grief. The news
of the late Emperor's death is kept pro-
found secret, even from the servants of the
household and the physicians have lent
themselves to the deception"
Tomorrow came, but no vindication to
my friend, and when l met him at noon |
was shocked by his appearance, He
looked as though he had not slept for a
fortnight. His spare figure seemed to have
taken an additional weight upon its
shoulders, and his meager legs sham bled
more than ever as they carried their own
er to and fro across the office floor.
eyes, l know l look ILL.," George said
in answer to my inquiry, "and l am i'll.
Look here" And he threw down on his
desk a package of papers-legal papers.
The owner of the building had made ap-
plication to civil justice to dispossess
him for the non-payment of rent, for
George, in his usual unbusiness way had
spent his entire capital in fitting up his
Office, in paying his printers and in buying
his white paper, and had nothing left be-
vond what he needed for bare sustenance.
He had still kept those readers his paper
found informed regarding the various
measures that were being taken to keep
the Emperor's death secret while political
negotiations were going on. And these
readers were growing less and less each
day. Even the printers began to regard
their employer as insane.
When l saw him | began to doubt his
sanity myself He was as pale as death,
and his eyes were as wild as those of
maniac
George" said I, 81 know that you are
right. | know that the Emperor is dead,
but what is the use of worrying yourself to
death trying to convince the public of that
fact Just at this time, when, according to
your own statements, the news will be
withheld for several days. Leave this
wretched business. Come with me and
spend week or so in quiet. Then turn
your attention to Wall street, and make
enough money in a week to run news
paper for year"
He listened to my arguments. At least
I think he heard them, but his face gave
no sign of that fact, and when l had fin
ished he asked me to call again at 2
o'clock, when ne would give me his
answer. went away with a heavier load
on my heart than had carried for many a
day.
At > o'clock punctually 1 was at the foot
of the dingy flight of stairs that led to the
editorial rooms of P8ycto8. Before l
reached the upper floor saw the printers
outside the door that led to Georges room.
They said they had heard suspicious
noise in there and asked me what should
be DONE l advised that the door, which
was locked, should be broken in. This was
DONE On the floor lay Lawrence. In his
hand was a revolver and gaping wound
in his forehead told the story of his disap-
pointment. As I reached him he dlew
his last breath at the same instant from
the street below heard the cries Of the
newsboys:
"Here's your Eceaing Ne,rs, all about the
death of the Emperor Napoleon. '-C0u-
rier.J Journal