The state herald., 1891-10-16

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He placed the box on the table and
then took a seat opposite Mr.. Mad.
dox and stared blankly at him.
what do you wantS" asked the
latter fiercely. Don't you see I am
engaged"
SOh, l know" said Guy, "what you
are about to do! Don't think thnt
I'm going to interfere-not at all.
But before you make your quietus
wish to ask you q few questions.
Have YOU provided for your nisce's
whats that to your"
Considerable. am about to
marry Miss Silver; SO her interests are
naturally 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-
ti0n, but where is your will9"
Here, replied Mr.. Maddox, laying
his hand on it.
Suppose you give it to me to taks
care off''
"Give it you! Why, pray,"
,"!t might become misplaced" ex-
planned Guy.
"I'll keep it myself" said Mr.. Mad
dox, in IL rough tone.
"Then Just leave memorandum on
the table" said Guy, earnestly, ITO
tell where it is: It will save trouble,
perhaps"
"Get outl" cried Mr.. Maddox, angri-
ly.
"Ah, see!" said Mr.. Cheevers cool.
ly; ''in hurry to begin. Well, won't
detain you; but have a little sugges.
tion to offer"
"Well?"said Mr.. Maddox, inpatient
ly.
at is this" said Guy. "NIiss Silver
informs me that you have made
several previous efforts to cut short
your trouble and your breath, and
always unsuccessfully. Now 1t seems
to me you don't 60 the right way
about it. This box"-and here he
opened the box before alluded to-
contains several little plans that /
think might please you. Here's one"
and he showed little steel instru-
ment.
whats that?" asked Mr.. Maddox,
curiously.
"This," said Guy, 'is an article that
you can place round your neck like IL
collar, then, by striking your hand on
the left side OF your neck, sharp
spike is driven right into your jugular
VEIN"
"But that would kill me-" said Mr..
Maddox, staring
"Well, ain't that what you WANT"
demanded Guy, sternly. Now, here 3
another" he went on Here's wheel,
you observe: you place this band
round your neck, pass it round the
wheel and give it two or three turns
then let so. The recoil will twist your
head nearly off your shoulders-kill
you to n certainty"
MIR. Maddox stared at him with un-
teiened horror.
Then" went on Guy, coolly, "here's
little package, n torpedo. 1t con.
tains pitro-glycerine. You place it in
your mouth, snap your teeth on it,
and OIL goes your head, smashed into
millions of atoms"
Good heavensv" exclaimed Mr..
Maddox, iearfully. "What a terrible
idea"
mot at ALL" said Guy, soothingly.
Beautiful invention-I quite pride
myself on it-scientific suicide, You
see! Any one can take poison, or
blow his brains out; but to do it sci
entitically requires real talent. You
have it, and am confident you will
reflect credit on my inventive skill.
Now il you could use all three OF these
inventions at oncc-cut your jugular,
garrote yourself, and blow your head
of all ut once-why Pd.thank you"
What" cried Mr.. Maddox, fierce.
ly, do you think I'm crazyY DO you
think I'm going to use any OF your in
fernal inventionss Leave this room,
you cold-blooded villain. before |
throw you out OF the window"
But ] have n great many more to
show you" demonstrated Guy, "and
you zee want to try as many as
possible. Well, WE'LL" he added, as
Mr.. Maddox grasped the poker
threateningly, "f'm going. But I'll
leave this box here, and before you
get rid of yourself make n memoran.
dun of what you will use and leave
il on the table, because you know
there will probably be nothing left OF
you to draw conclusions from, and
So"
Here any further speech was cut
short by Mr.. Maddox seixing his visi.
tor and hustling him out into the
passage.
"Welll" said Lizzie anxiously.
~ think it's all right" said Guy,
grinning. Get the luncheon ready;
your uncle will be down."
And sure enough. 80 he was; and
though he spoke not, he ate most
voraciously OF everything on the
table.
Lizzie" said he suddenly. after an
hours pause, did you ever see an
Internal old fool and an IDIOT"
"Never that know OF" said Lizzie.
"Why do you askY"
sec one" said Mr.. Maddox, grimly,
and he stalked upstairs.
Up to the present time Of writing
Mr.. Cyrus Maddox is still alive, enjoy
ing remarkably good health, and no
seems to be on friendly terms with
Mr.. Checvers and his wife Lizzie. He
probably foreavc that gentleman on
account OF discovery that he made
that the nitro-glyccrinc torpedo con.
tained nothing more dangerous than
salt, and the other ''infcrnal inven.
tions" were Internal In the same ratio;
but Guy still maintains that when
persons arc wcnry OF lie they should
end their troubles by scientific suicide.
Selected.