The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-02-02

rose before his advance Ike solid
walls. Hissyear's work consisted Of
five trips around the world, with a
total loss OF 4 days 3 hours and
27minutes. His hair had begnn to
turn gray around the temples, deep,
lines had appeared on his brow, and
his hands had acquired q nervous
habit OF making sudden clutches att;
nothing, as ii poor Bony fancied he.
was Selling the railing on the last;
platform Of an outgoing train.
B s'Wel, boys" continued Perry, to-
make my story short, ] need only say,
that this sort OF thing. has been going;
on with poor Bony ever since. The
last time met him was about two
months and a half ago. He was
passing through New York on ano Their
trip around the world to eastward,
He had just came in by the New York;
Central and was on his way to catch
the Majestic. He told me that he was:
to have the poorest accommodations
on the ship, as he had telegraphed for:
his passage from San Francisco only
week earlier. He could have done!
better on the City Of Chicago, but she's
a Today ship, and be would rather;
have slept in the boiler room than go;
on slow boat. / do not know how
| am to describe poor Rony to you AS
/ saw him the last time. AS he is 1O
years older than am he is barely 49,
years Of age, but he looked 70, and a.
very worn and weary 20 at that. He
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"a hours OF sorrow and dlsappoint-
ment every day of his life. His hair
was snoW-white; his broWs had grown
gray and shaggy and his eyes
burned beneath them with the subtle,
changeful, magnetizing light OF. an UNI,
settled mind. His nostrils had con-
tracted with the pinch OF anxiety till
his nose had the cold. shrunken as
pect OF death itself. His lips were a
pale blue, save where his teeth, nerv-
ously biting them, had left black
blotches. His form was bent and his
head hung forward so that his face
was set in constant upward gaze of
appeal His hands still made clutches
at nothing, but with a pitiful eloquence
Of futility. I never saw a human
being with the word Failure craven
so plainly upon him. But his mania
for such it had now become-was
master of his fate. He aeeted me
rather sadly, in thin, piping voice.
I asked him if he was not tired enough
to take some rest.
''Tired?" he piped; 4 tired? Why,
Perry, I'm a young man, a very young
man; and-I am behind time yet. Look
at this
HE took from his breast pocket a
complete record of his time from
point to point on his various trips
and OF the numerous causes OF deten-
ton. -,%
"'But I'm young yet, Perry he
said, 'I'll win yet. I've lots OF time.
Goodbye
"And that, boys" said Perry, ''is
the last saw of Bony Diggs."
There was a profound silence among
the four men for q few moments.
Then O'Connell said: =
"And where do you suppose he is
now" --... =.
| Somewhere on the way between
Yokohama and New York, /" answered
Perry with a sigh. z$s !, i i
The rain continued to fall steadily,
and when the four men reached the
Albany station OF the New York Cen
trail that night it was still raining.
They waited with the quiet patience
OF their profession till the train came
in. They found the statesman who
had made the tour OF the state
and spoken in SO places in II days.
He WHISPERED an invitation to 60 to his
hotel. AS they turned away from the
steps OF the drawing-room car the
young reporter, McVey OF the Protec
zionist, suddenly exclaimed.
! Hello! Here's a story, sure?" u. d q
"NcnsenseH' exclaimed English; s1et
it alone. It's sure to be no good ,
But McVey had stepped forward tc
the side door of the baggage car
whence the train hands were removing
a heavy burdD. The other report
ers, out OF idle curiosity, followed hin
and heard the baggage master say:
'sHe was crazy, [ guess. Anyhow
Sowders, the sleeping car conductor
says he staid up all night, walking W
and down the aisle, laughing, rubbing
his hands and muttering; '1t's al
right, now. Pm on the winning track
A day ahead this time! Ha, ha, ha
I'll live forever He dropped dead a,
4 o'clock this afternoon Heart fail
ure, the doctor said"
Perry turned pale, sprang forward
and lifted the rough canvas that GOV
cred the burden. r.
.'By Jove!' he exclaimed, 'sI'll hav
to wire finish to that story
Bony Diggs' record had run out
Death had won.-N. Y. Times.