Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-12-20

1 WIS HileHt.
Look" said he. pointing TO his table.
see my work bench. For ak months I
nave not been able TO write"
made new attempt to revive him.
Pc. az his agei Nonsense! He WASN'T
taxing care Of himself. He must pass H.
winter 10 the south; drink good drauoh,
y sunnRht' he could. He was easy In
his money matters =
my arm. ~ 11 W
Listen" he said grayely. 1--WE have
s ss, eacn other seldom, but you are my
omest, perhaps my best friend You have
PROVED me pen 10 hand. Well, am going
- .ell you something in confidence for
you 70 keep to yourself unless it NAV serva
~ No.ne occasion to discourage the young
literary aspirants who bring their MARI
scripts to you--always a praiseworthv no..
ton. "oi'hy ac-
Yes, have been successful. Yes has.
been paid franc line. Yes. have mads
money, and there in that drawer are a cer-
tain number Of yellow, green and ora,,a.
papers from which coupon e. clinnad
every six months, and which represent ssOo
Oh income. 1t Is rare in our profession ana
10 gain that poor hoard have been Obliged
10 Initiate the unsociable virtues of miser
Know how to deny jewel to nv wife. a
uress TO my daughter. But at last have
mat money. And often said to myself n
! should die their bread is assured and here
- little marriage portion for Helenl And
was CONTENT was proud!- for l know
tnein, the stories OF our widows and onr
orphans, the fourpenny help of the govern
ment, the tobacco shops for 6OO francs in the
province, and, II the daughter IL intelligent
ana pretty like mine, the dramatic author
an old friend of the father, who ad VICES her
to enter the conservatory OF acting ami
who makes of her-mercy of Godl that
shall never be- '"'S
But Tor all that, my boy, It is necessary
that should not linger. Sickness ia ex.
pensive, and already it has been pecessa rv
TO sell one or two bonds from that drawer
To seek the sunlight, as you suggest IN
bask like lizard in the tropics one mora
pond must 20, and there would not he
enough to last to the end if | should wait
for seven or eight wears more. now that +
can no longer write Happily there q
nothing to fear But what | have suffered
since have been incapable Of writing. and
have felt my hoard of gold shrink and
diminish in my hand like the Magic
SKIN OF Balzac, is frightful. Now YOU
understand Inc, do you noti and you will
no longer bid me take care of myself. No:
II you still pray to God, ask him to send
me speedily to the undertaker's."
Fifteen days later some thirty of us fol.
lowed the hearse which carried Louis
Miraz to the cemetery. 1t had showed the
DAY before, and DIR. Arnold the old fire.
quenter OF painters studios, the friend and
physician of the dead man, walking behind
me, called in his brusque voice:
Very commonplace, but always terri
bic the contrast; a burial in the snow
black on white. The funeral of the poor,
Brrf' p'''
AT last we came to the edge of the grave.
The place and the time were sad Under a
cloudy sky the little yew trees, swayed By
the wind, threw down their burdens of
melted snow The bystanders had formed
circle, and were watching the grave dig
gers, who were lowering the coffin by
cords.
Near cross bearer, whose short surplice
permitted the bottom of his trousers to be
seen, the priest waited with finger in his
book, and, having grasped the rim of his
hat under his left arm, the orator already
held in his black gloyed hand the funeral
Grafton, hastily patched up by the aid of
SNAAA"NS C'Nt q Soupic VI biitSSeS dU LDe
corner of cafe table.
Suddenly, as the priest began his Latin
prayers, DR.. Arnold seized me by the arm
and whispered in my ear:
"You know that he killed HIMSELF"
looked at him with astonishment. But
he pointed to the group in black. composed
of the pretty widow aud her daughter, who
were sobbing under their long wells and
clasping each other in tragic embrace,
and he added:
For them. Yes, for six months he threw
all his medicines in the fire, and designed
ly committed all sorts of imprudences He
confessed it to me before his DEATH | had
not understood it at ALL, who had ex-
pected to prolong his life at least three
years by creosote. At last the other night,
when it was freezing cold, he left his win
dow open, as if by forgetfulness, and was
taken with bleeding at the lungs. Yes,
that he might leave bread for those two
women. The cure does not dream that he
is blessing suicide.
But what of it, my good fellow? Miraz
is in the paradise of the brave.-From Tales
by Francois Coppee.