The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-06-20
EDGAR PERCY'S DEATH.

LDoIAO GAOS1 ~ LIZA LIE
DIR. Winter was middle-aged
bachelor, well-to-do In the world
and having a comfortable practice.
Life had gone on comfortably enough
for him, with scarcely a break worth
recording. He had no mournful men,
cries OF the past his affections had
never been blighted; his youth he had
spent In getting rich, and now he was
satisfied with his worldly accumula-
tons but In no haste to secure aid to
dissipate them.
But tho dead levels OF life get
strangely stirred now and then, and as
DIR. Winter unfolded his morning pa
per his eyes fell upon paragraph
headed: Sudden Death--Our readers
will regret TO learn OF the sudden do
misc Of the talented young artist Ed
gar Percy. He was found dead In his
apartment last evening. His disease
was probably some organic affection Of
the heart. We are as yet unable to
give further particulars.
Edgar Percy deadp Why, it was
only yesterday afternoon that / met
him In perfect health"
He took up his hat and gloves with
dhe intention of visiting Percy's lodg-
ings, and was carelessly putting away
unopened the letters which the post
imam had just brought when he sudden
1y exclaimed, '.Percy's hand! Sealed
with black too! l wonder did not
notice 1t before. Can 1t be possible
that he writes to tell me OF his own
deathg'
DR.. Winter sat down again. and
opened the somber missive. It was
dated the evening before, and. sure
enough, Edgar Percy's name was
signed to 1t. DR.. Winter read:
.My Dear Friend: It is now time for
ms TO part-for me 70 Gle for you to live;
ond which of us meets the best fate, God
only knows. The world will raise uplifted
hands OF establishment and then rush on
md forget US ere single morn has waxed
and wancd. And yet 1t Is the fear Of this
.saiue cold, Indifferent world that compels
une to rush unbidden from its haunts. My
Hips shall never frame the confession-my
zen never wrdte 1t. My death alone ends
oil With me the secret dies. II lived,
1t must become known. Como and look at
INC after you have read this. Farewell
EDGAR PERCY"
DIR. Winters astonishment was too
vast to find an immediate utterance.
He put the letter carefully in his
pocket and went forth to obey the
mans summons. Come and look at
ne aftor you have read this" Ay,
lhat he would!
Very pathetic was that dead face.
"A mournful beauty yelled the chiseled
features, a sad smile wreathed the ex-
quisite mouth. The profile turned
alightly aside. gave the head listen
ing look. Marvellous enough, doubt
Less, were tho sounds now ringing in
those ears! What was the mystery
apon which those lips had closed
forever? What the coming disaster
upon which those eyes so feared to
look that they must needs put on the
veil oil deathp
No answer-no stirring OF those lips
no lifting OF those heavy lids with
death for coin weights!
A tear fell upon the marble brow Of
thc dead; the doctors hand fell care
ecssly upon the damp locks.
..Poor boyw he murmured.
Hut there came time when the sad
beauty Of the face was hid away; when
the sad smile seemed like sheer
wheaewith tho dead mock their own
decay, and Edgar Percy was forgotten
bv all save one
II was at the close OF the third year
that DIR. Winter made the acquaintance
of a young surgeon belonging to one
of the principal hospitals. Young
William Cunning took a great fancy 10
tho middle-aged, jolly practitioner,
peuchant reciprocated by the doctor
and when off duty the two were always
together.
One day DR.. Winter accompanied
Dunning to the hospital and went the
rounds with him.
Dunning stopped at one OF the pal
Gets on which was stretched the slender
form OF man yet in his early youth.
whose pale regular features and dusky
eyes sent q thrill OF remembrance
through DE-. Winters soul. Where had
he seen that facep
-.Who is hepn was the question that
rosc TO his lips.
s.It is hard to tell who he Ia, y re-
piled Dunning. ''He was found wan
drriug In the street. wild with delirium.
He bad been robbed, 1t seemed, and
turned out Of sick-bed by some
treacherous fend. doubtless hoping
chat he would perish in the street.
Poor creaturel His hour Is near at
hand!"
* 'Is he consciousp"
He has not boon so hitherto but
think he will recover his reason bsfore