The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1890-11-09

der vehicle there Is room for one only; !
shall be that one; and you, dear friend, will
wait for the next"
Without another word, he pushed his way
through the throng. Never had he been
more conscious OF his strength-his great,
fiery manhood. Carelessly enough he flung
from the steps OF the vehicle some daugh-
ter Of the people who would have
anticipated him. He had not noticed
that she was not alone. Afterward
he could remember but little OF what
next happened. His capacity for re-
ceiying exquisite physical impressions
seemed suddenly satlated by some intense
experience. lie was only conscious Of
quick movement, and then he knew that he
had seated himself in the road, and that the
people were crowding about him. For n
few seconds he seemed 10 be living too
quickly. too keenly.
"what has happened ?" he gasped, with
a look of mad appeal.
"You have been kicked" said Cornelius.
simply, as he helped him 10 his feet.
"Ah !" lie limped away with the young
soldier. 81 have indeed been Kicked" he
said very slowly. Then, as the fulness and
sharpness of the sensation became more
convincing he burst out: "NiXi Wiki :,
And where is the nearest temple of Escu-
lapius -
lll.-OF ColNi bioi y. iOLSlol-DON'-
VITCH's CONFESSION (sHOCKINGLY
TRANsLATED).
Don0vitch uttered two signs, and for
some time remained silent. His face had
become longer, and there was more of his
mouth. His ears twitched. IL was fright
ful. Two passengers who had been going
on TO Liverpool street got out at Charing
Cross. | think they said that they would
20 on by the next bus. One Of them was
Young woman; she wore a green hat. II
has nothing 10 do with the story or ANYTHING
else, and that is why ! mention it. ] am
Russian realist, and in a fair way of bust
ness. Admire, and pass on.
Emusic is an awful thing" he went on at
last. "What is it; Why does it do what
it does? What is there in his wiie's musi-
cal evening that makes the husband 10 be
detained on business? Answer me that.
You cannot? | will tell you, because !
know. People say that music causes
ennui. that il bores, also that it occasionally
distracts. Lies. lies, lies-all liesl 1t ele-
Yates the soul. That is why music is so
dangerous and acts at times in so peculiar
manner. If ones soul is elevated too far
how am to express myselfy-if ones soul
passes out Of ones reach, one has got TO get
along without it until it comes down again.
"On that particular morning twas bright
and sunny. | felt light but president. ]
knew the Italian would come again, and
that something would happen. | want you
10 see that ] was not entirely myself even
before the Italian came. New feelings, new
qualities suddenly declared themselves
within me. What was | experiencing
Dyspepsia? ! cannot say. The Italian
came at IL o'clock. | hated INUNDATED his
black hair and coarse face hated the me
chanical piano with the green baize cover
ing-hated the immortal monkey which sat
on the tOp, | would not let them see that ]
hated them. was too proud for that, but
my heart swelled. IL was very painful, but
| kept quiet. | was determined to be per
fectly natural; so went to the sidebOard
and drank glass of UOdkd. Then lit a
cigarette; | thought that it would deaden
the feeling. | said to my soul:
" Soul, don't move. StJp where you are.
Refuse 20 be elevated" Yet | must con-
fess that directly he be began to play
"See-saw." | felt my control over myself
lapsing from me. | went to the window
and looked at the Italian. | can see him
nova man in robust health, well n0ur-
ished, with horrible red lips, turning ham
die. DO YOU know "See-saw"l They al
ways play It at the circus when the two
performing dogs are f0Oling about at Oppo-
site ends of plank. Every bar sends the
soul UP a Jerk: YOU will not believe me, but
wishes the music 10 stop. With me, that
point was reached very soon. flung open
the window and said distinctly: 500 away,
20 quite away, and leave my soul alone
can't your" | do not think the Italian un-
derstOOd. His monkey grinned. Oh, WIZ did
il grim 1t ought not TO have grnned. II
is immoral to grin. In China mon
KEYS are only allowed to grin on
important occasions. Here they do it in the
at tsrffh ffiTlg HQGelun
minute. DO let us be moral. Have you
never thought what the effect must be on
the cab-hOrses? The Italian changed his
tune. 1t was a flOrid arrangement of a
music-hall sOng-l forget by what COM
poser. | turned back into the room and
lung myself on a sofa. | sObbed, but do
not know why. Then put on my boots and
smoked two cigarettes at once 10 deadeh
the feeling. ! may tell you that | knew
very well now what was going to do; Il
was all planned in my mind just as II actu-
ally happened. Yet if he had stopped play
ing at that moment all might have been
well. lie did not stop, he began TO play
annie Rooney"
II crept with soft, wolflike steps into the
all. | took from the umbrella stand
lightly curved Damascus blade which had
never been used, and which was extreme
ly sharp. 1t had been intended for tn
water-rate, but now had another use for Ii.
Then pnt on my hat and went out. | can
not remember bow | got out or the front
door and into the street. cannot say how
moved, whether | walked or ran. re-
member nothing of all that. remember
only the expression OF the Italians iace a.
| stepped towards him, holding the daggel
behind me. Ii was an expression OF terror
absolute, abject terror. was glad to see
it. The monkey looked annoyed, and darieI
a quick look of interrogation at his master
suddenly the Italian smiled, and assuming
an air of indifference so false as TO be ludic-
rOus. said: I'VE was giving you littie
music
" He did not finish his sentence. ! felt
the need of giving free course TO my rage.
With sudden cry | flung myself upon
him. | must have frightened him dread
fully, for he became as white as a sheet
he ran away accompanied by the monkey.
"You are pOltroons, poltroons - !
shouted after them. | did not care much,
because the mechanical piano was there. l
took it by the handle with both bands and
shook it cOnyulsiyely. The contact was TT.
pulsiye, but felt driven to ii. IL shrieked
terribly. Then | felt that this was moi
enough it did not satisfy me. ! raise1 my
dagger and struck it twice IN the Annie
Rooney section. Itneyer struggled. There
was a Jet Of warm arpeggiOs, and thrn IL
was still. / crept back again to the aouse
and smoked some more cigarettes. Then ]
went to sleep. ! slept for two days.
DonOvitch ceased, and buried his he IN
his hands.
"This is Liverpool street," remarked.
He rose hurriedly to descend from the
bus, tumbled down the flight of steps, and
broke his SILLY neck,
am respectable Russian realist, but
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