The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-03-21
CURING a CRANK.

LlLllo oiiVor OeboocutuBiys lou
know love you. You are the only
friend have In the world. and U you
were to die what would become OF mep''
II suppose young Guy Cheevers
would console you for my loss" said
Mr.. Maddox. grimly. Eat any rate ]
don't care. l will end my troubles
and sorrow tomorrow at IL m"
And with these fearful words he
strobe out OF the room, leaving Lizzie
sobbing with her curly black head
resting on dinner plato.
Whats the matter now. Bessp Has
the milliner disappointed you In your
love OF bonnetp" asked a warm.
hearty voice. which was the property
OF young Guy Cheevers," as Mr..
Maddox called him. rs that gentleman
strobe into the room.
+ "Oh, Guy!" sobbed Lizzie. "Uncle
Cyrus is going to die tomorrow at IL
o'clock"
.How do you know" asked Guy.
"He said So"
.But how does he knowp"
"He's going to kill himself"
$50 as TO make himself n true
prophet, ehP" asked Guy, laughingly.
'Oh. Guy, don't joke" cried Lizzie
tearfully. HE will Il know ne will"
II doubt IT," said Guy. specifically.
..But he tried to commit suicide
several times" persisted Lizzie. fear.
fully. ''Once he tried to smother
himself with burning charcoal. but h Q
forgot to stop up the keyhole. and l
smelt the smoke and got some neigh
bors TO break open the door and save
him. Then he tried to hang himself,
but the cord broke; and he fired a
pistol at himself. but he forgot TO put
ball in it, so that failed; and
then"
"Gracious" cried Guy. as Lizzie
stopped for want OF breath what a
determined man he must be! Such
perseverance deserves TO be rewarded.
Have you any idea what plan he will
try now?"
'Tm sure don't know" said Lizzie.
mournfully. Something dreadful.
suppose"
"But what does he want TO make
away with himself for?" asked Guy,
wonderingly.
why, he says he is miserable
man. burden TO everyone. and that
life has no joys for him, and that he
is weary OF this world"
"And so would like to try the next?"
said Guy. Perhaps he won't find 1t
so pleasant rs tho one he is quitting.
What an unreasonable man he must
be! He is rich. talented. healthy, and
has very pretty niece" and here,
In a moment OF abstraction he allowed
his arm 70 wander around Miss Sllver's
waist and what more can he want?
But some people never are satisfied.
1t seems he is determined to Dry into
fnturity. and it seems pity to dis
appoint So laudabe an ambition, but
duty duty to myself compels me TO
interfere. ! dislike any scandal or
excitement A coroner's jury would
cause both, therefore we must balls
his little game.
'But howP' asked Lizzie curiously.
"A prudent general" i'd Guy.
haughtIy, "uevor contlJes his plans to
his army, particularly when the army
10 OF the feminine gender; SO excuse
ms, NUNS The word. But rest assured.
my dearest Elizabeth, that unless your
worthy uncle shufles OF this mortal
coil in surreptitious manner before
IL o'clock tomorrow he will not do it
afterward OF course, mean illegally
Farewell till tomorrow.
Having concluded this address. Guy
strobe of in u tragic manner. leaving
Lizzie greatly surprised. but still quite
treasured, for In her opinion what
Guy couldn't do wasn't worth doing.
The next morning Mr.. Maddox made
his appearance very saturnine aud
gloomy. and ate his breakfast with
mouraful air that was terribly impress
sive. Having finished he then took
leave OF his niece in feeling manner.
~ am about to leave YOU" said he
mournfully. 81 am about to end this
life OF misery. ] hope that you may
be happy
''Oh, don't go!" said Lizzie. teariully
clinging to him and looking into his
face pleadingly.
..lts useless" said Mr. Maddox
firmly. "My mind is fixed and moth
ing you can do can persuade me to re-
linauish my purpose. But you, my
dear child. shall not be unprovided
for. intend to make my will In the
few hours that are left me aud you will
not be forgotten. Good-by. my de r
child, farewellr' and then, after en-
bracing his niece fervently. Mr.. Mad
dox rushed from the room frantically
md securely locked himself into his
own room and begun to prepare him
self for his last journey.
mime o'clockr' he said to himself,
looking at his watch. Three hours
yet! Enough 10 do all have to do!
First 10 make my will!'
The last will and testament of CYRUS