San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-16

| yet! Enough TO do all ] have 10 DO!
First to make my Wilt"
Tine last will and testament of Mr..
Cyrus Maddox was evidently not a long
one, as it was finished in less than an
| hour.
eleven o'clock!" said Mr. Maddox,
''and | have finished. How slow the
| time passes, to be sure! Now, what
shall l do until 10 o'clock, for l am de-
terinined not to die until noon
A knock at the door.
$50 awayr cried Mr.. Maddox angrily.
"You can't come in"
Il am very sorry to disagree with
you" said voice outside the door, "but
/ can come in. l have a duplicate key
here, and if you don't open the door I
will"
Mr.. Maddox rose and unlocked the
door savagely, and Mr.. Guy Cheevers
stalked into the room, carrying an OBJ
| long box under his arm.
| " He placed the box on the table, and
then took seat opposite Mr.. Maddox
and stared blankly at him.
"What do you want?" asked Mr.. Mad
dox fercely. Don't You see am en-
gaged?"
"Oh, know" said Guy, "what you
are about to Go! Don't think that am
going to interfere-not at all. But be-
fore you make your quietus wish to
ask you a few questions. Have you pro-
vided for your niece's future welfare?"
whats that to your
considerable. | am ABOUT to marry
Miss Silver so her interests are natural
ly mine"
"Then she is provided for-amply."
"Thank you for your information.
| Very glad to hear it. And now excuse
the apparent impertinence of the ques-
ton, but where is your will?''
| 'sHere," said Mr.. Maddox, laying his
hand on it.
Suppose you give it to me to take
| care of"
"Give it you! Why, pray?'
| 1T might become misplaced" ex-
planned Guy.
.rll keep it myself" said Mr.. Mad
dox roughly.
Then Just leave memorandum on
the table," said Guy earnestly, ''to
tell where it is. 1t will save trouble,
perhaps" .--.
Get outw cried Mr.. Maddox angrily.
"Ah, l see!" said Mr.. Cheevers coolly;
Gin hurry to begin. Well, won't de-
tain you; but have a little suggestion
| to offer"
'Well?" said Mr.. Maddox impatiently.
at is this" said Guy. Miss Silver
informs me that you have made several
previous efforts to cut short your trouble
and your breath, and always unsuccess-
fully. Now it seems to me you don't go
the right way about it. This box" and
here he opened the box before alluded
to, contains several little plans that l
think might please you. Here's one"
and he showed little steel instrument.
whats that asked Mr.. Maddox Gu
riously.
This" said Guy, sis an article that
you can place round your neck like a
collar, then, by striking your hand on
the left side of your neck, a sharp spike
is driven right into your jugular
vein"-
But that would kill me?" said Mr..
Maddox, staring.
"Well, amt that what you WANT"
| demanded Guy sternly. Now, here's
| another" he went on. Heres wheel,
YOU observe; you place this band round
| your neck, pass it round the wheel and
| give it two or three turns-then let go.
The recoil will twist your head almost
off your shoulders-kill you to a GER
tainty."
| Mr.. Maddox stared at him with IN
feigned horror.
Then" went on Guy coolly, "here's
little package, a torpedo. 1t contains
nitro glycerine. You place it in your
mouth, snap your teeth on it, and off
goes your head, smashed into millions
of atoms"
Good heavensr' exclaimed Mr.. Mad
dox fearfully. What terrible ideaT
Not at ALL" said Guy soothingly.
Beautiful invention-I quite pride my
self on it-scientifc suicide, you seel
Anybody can take poison or blow their
brains out, but to do it scientifically re-
quires real talent. You have it, and
am confident that you will reflect credit
on nv inventive skill. Now" he con-
tinued confidently, IF you could use all
three of these inventions at once-cut
your jugular, garrote yourself and blow
your head off, all at once-why, I'd thank
you"
| What cried Mr.. Maddox fiercely,
edo you think I'm crazy? Do you think
I'm going to use any of your internal
| inventions? Get out of this room, you