Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1890-05-08

] her eye and he sank back into his seat.
| Then she drew chair near to his and
between him and the door.
! you resemble him strongly" said
1 She. THE same noble features, the
same soulful eyes, the same pallor, in
dicative of the same sad fate. Are you
genius? Do you write poems of the soul
as he dido
Drane groaned.
81 knew it, she went on. Listen.
! We were destined for each other. There
was small matter of property depend
| ing upon our union-but never mind.
/ He seemed to avoid me at first, but at
length fate threw us together. Return
ing to his room one morning very early
he endeavored to enter the old-fash-
toned clock at the head of the first fight
of stairs under the impression that it
was the door of his apartment. 1t was
the Observation-Disclosures of genius. All,
WE'LL he and the clock fell down the
stairs lock ed in each others arms snj
when they picked him up one Of his
limbs was broken. came to nurse him.
For seven long weeks l was his con-
slant, his only companion. / read 70
him, | talked TO him-and then-and
then"
He died?"
mo; he became a hopeless lunatic.
/ have never loved since then; but now
your face brings it all back to me. Ex-
cuse the outburst of my feelings"
She laid her head on his shoulder,
and cried into his COLLAR. Drane could
feel his hair begin to turn gray but he
shut his teeth together with resolution.
The other fellow had stood it seven.
weeks before he went out of his head,
aud Drane believed that he could last
till Jenkins came.
In fact he did; but it was a close
shave. Jenkins was tall and greedy
man, with hollow cheeks and q cheer
less smile. At his appearance the
woman with a romance in her life
vanished In charge of her companion,
who proved to be the matron of the
house. Jenkins did not care to question
the new conner He was satisfied that
all charges would be promptly paid, and
he at once escorted Drane to an apart
ment on the third floor. Here the I'M
fortunate young man secured some toast
and tea, which, however, did not who'll
ly sustain him against the horrors OF
the night
Jenkins made casual inspection Of
Drane's pockets before leaving the
room.
"You will excuse this formality," said
he, but the man who occupied this
room before you brought in piece Of
rope with which he hanged himself over
the headboard of the bed before morn
| ing. We have had many cases of the
kind. Good night"
This was cheerful subject of refec-
tion TO take to bed with one, and il was
still more consoling to hear the key
| turned on the outside of the door.
81 believe that | shall actually go
crazy before morning." said Drane as
he stretched himself upon the bed. 1t
was insufferably hot. The windows were
carefully barred and screened in a way
which not only prevented the suicidal
egress of Jenkins boarders but denied
ingress to an adequate supply Of the
free air of Heaven. After making this
discovery Drane returned to his bed,
where he was soon dreaming that the
dangling heels of his unhappy pre-
decessor were still knocking against the
| head board.
From this nightmare be awoke
with a shi yer Of horror He sat up and
listened. There was certainly a strange
noise in the heavy air. Sometimes it
was like subdued voices; then it was
signing; and again it was gurgling
groan. For some minutes Drane could
not summon up the resolution TO In
vestigate, but at length he arose, and
| guaking with horror he endeayored
to trace the disquieting sound 70 its
source
1t led him to door which apparently
separated him from the next apartment.
What CHASTITY mystery lay behind itP
He hardly dared to think He listened,
and the gurgling signs made themselves
plafnly audible. Doubtless some IN