Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-02-21

Isl at my heart, and shudder-
"a ing sensation as Of icy cold
J: ! !! ]: !
- M ran through my veins.
NFENU Why, / had fancied that all
INU who beheld Nina must. per-
H4&U force, love and admire her.
&klhSIU True, when this old man
<z5,HIU was accidentally knocked
"|r down by her horses Ia cir
IN cumstance she had never
~ mentioned to me) It was
careless Of her not to stop
and make inquiry as as TO the
extent Of his injuries, but she was
young and thoughtless; she could not
be Intentionally heartless was horri-
fed TO think that she should have made
such an enemy as even this aged and
poverty stricken wretch; but said moth
ing. had no wish TO betray myself. He
waited for me to speak, aud grew impa-
tieat at my silence.
''Eay now, my friend" he Queried,
with sort Of childish eagerness, did !
not take good vengeance? God him
self could not have done better!"
81 think your wife deserved her fate"
said CURLY, ''but cannot say that
admire you for being her murderer"
He turned upon me rapidly, throwing
both hands above his head with fran
tic gesticulation. His voice rose TO kind
Of muftled shrek.
Murderer You call me-ha! ha! that
is good. No, mol She murdered mel l
tell you died when saw her asleep In
her lovers arms-she killed me at one
blow. A devil rose up in my body and
took swift revenge; that devil Is In me
now, brave devil, strong devil! That
is why do not fear the plague; the devil
in me frightens away death. Some day
Il will leave me"-here his smothered
veil sank gradually to Q feeble, weary
tone; Eyes, IL will leave me and / shall
fad dark place where ] can sleep; /
do not sleep much now" He eyed me
half wistfully.
"You see," he explained, almost
gently, ''my memory Is very good, and
when one thinks CT many things one
cannot sleep. It is many years ago, but
every night see her; she come to me
wringing her little white hands. her blue
eyes stare. hear her short means OF
terror. Every night, every night" He
paused, and passed his hand in bewil-
dered way across his forehead. Then,
like man suddenly waking from sleep,
he stared as though he saw me now for
the first time, and broke into low
chuckling laugh.
'sWhat thing, what thing 1t is, the
mem0ryi" he muttered. ''Strange-
strangel See, remembered oil that,
and forgot you'll But know what you
want-a suit Of clothes-yes, you need
them badly, and also need the money
for them. Ha, hal And you will not
have the fine coat Of Milford Inglesel No,
mol ] understand. will find you some
thdng-patience patlence!"
And he began TO grope among q num-
Der Of things that we're thrown In o con-
fused heap at the back OF the shop.
While in this attitude he looked so
Rannt and grim that he reminded me OF
N aged vulture STOPPING over carrion,
aud yet there was something pitiable
about him too. In way l was sorry for
him; q poor hali-witted wretch, whose
life had been full OF such gall aud worm
wood. What different fate was his TO
mine, thought! had endured but one
short night OF agony; how trifing 1t
seemed compared TO his hourly remOrse
and suffering! He hated Nina for an
act Of thoughtlessness; well, no doubt
she was not the only woman whose exis-
fence annoyed him; Il was most pr0ba-
bIo that he was at enmity with all
women. ! watched him pityingly rs he
searched among the WORKOUT garments
which were his stOck-in-trade, and won
dered why death, so active In shifting
down the strongest in the city, should
have thus cruelty passed by this iOrlOrn
wreck Of human misery, for whom the
grave would have surely been q most
welcome release and rest. He turned
round &C last with an exulting gesture.
II have found I'll" he exclaimed. 1.-THE
very thing to suit you. You are per-
hnpa o coral fisher? You will like fish
ernnn's dress. Here is one, read sash,
cap and all-in beautiful conditio! He
that wore It was about YOUR height-ii
Hill &c you we'll IS It fitted him-and
look you'll the plague is not In II; the sea
has soaked through and through 1t; Il
smells Of the sand and weed"
he spread out the rough garb bef0rI
an. / glanced at it carelessly.
Ibid the former wearef kill his wifef'
sskod, with slight smile.
The old rag-picker shook his head ana
Mode . sign with HIS outspread finger
Irrossive Of contempt
Not bel He was fool he killeI
nseli.r
How was that9 By accident or de
1nF'
chef Chei He knew very well wha
vas doing. Il happened only tw'
tnfhs since. Il was for the sake Of |
.ek-eyed jsde-hs lives and laugh
1ay long up ct Sorrento. He ha'
n On . long voyage, be brought be
r|i Tor her fhF0at and coral pins 70