Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-01-14

Twas sncni
"Iook. . said be pointing TO bis table;
see my work bench. For six montbs I
have not been able to write
! made a new attempt TO revive him
Die, at his agei Nonsense He wasn't
taking care OF himself lie must pass the
winter In the south: drink a good dranght
of sunlight. he could. He Was easy In
his money matters.
But he stopped me, putting his hand on
my arm.
Listen" he said gravely I'VE have
seen each other seldom, but you are my
oldest, perhaps my best friend. You have
proved me pen in hand. Well, am going
to tell you something In confidence for /
you to keep 10 yourself unless 1t may serve /
on some occasion to discourage the young I
literary aspirants who bring their manu- |
scripts TO you-always praiseworthy &c |
ton.
Eyes, have been successful. Yes, l have
| been paid franc line Yes, | have made
money, and there In that drawer are a GER
tain number of yellow, green and orange
papers from which a coupon is clipped
every six months, and which represent $500
OF income. Ii IL rare in our profession, and
to gain that poor hoard have been Obliged
TO initiate the unsociable virtues Of niser,
know how To deny jewel to my wife,
dress to my daughter. But At last have
that money. Aud often said To myself, IL
| should die their bread Is assured, and here
is little marriage portion for Helen! And
was content was proudl--fOr | know
them, the stories OF our widows and our
orphans. the fourpenny help If the govern
ment, he tObarco shops for 1francs in the
province, and, " the daughter ~ Intelligent
and pretty like mine, the dramatic author.
an old friend Of the father, " lao advises her
20 enter the conservatory of acting. and
who makes of her-mercy III Cod that
. shall never lie.
E But for all that. my boy. it Is necessary
that / should not linger Sickness Is eN
a pcnsive. and already IL has been neeesssir,
to sell one or two bonds from that drawer.
. To seek the sunlight, you suggest. 10
e blsk like lizard ia the tropics. one more
j, bond must go, aud there would not be
Z enough to last To the end If ! should wal,
for seven or eight years more, now that
Q can no longer write. Happily there /,
:. nothing To fear. But what have suffered
u since nave been incapable Of writing, ant
|. have felt my hoard of gold shrink ant
r diminish in my hand like the Magic
y Skin Of Balzac, is frightful Now yot
understand me. do you not' and you viii
re no longer bid me take care of myself No
~ IL you still pray To God, ask him to SEM
ie ule speedily To the uudertaker's,"
ne Fifteen days later some thirty Of us fol
4. lowed the hearse which carried Loui
Miraz To the cemetery. II had showed tia
he day before, and DIR. Arnold, the old fire.
quenter of painters studios, the friend an
I'll physician OF the dead man, walking behin'
a me. called in his briisque voice:
y. Very commonplace, but always terri
al BILE the contrast; a burial in the snow
a black ON white. The funeral of the poo
Brr"
J." At last We came 10 the ge Of the gray
az The place and the time were sad Under
III. cloudy sky the little yew trees, swayed b
ii. the wind threw down their burdens
ed melted snow. The bystanders had formc
circle. and were watching the grave di
M gers. who were lowering the coffin
cords
lat Near n cross bearer, whose short SUPPLE
rl, permitted the bottom Of his trousers 10
he seen, the priest waited with finger In h
OF book, aud, having grasped the rim of b
ks, hat under bis left arm, the orator alreat
zen held in his black gloyed hand the funer
wn Grafton. hastily patched up by the aid OF
ich comrade over IA couple of glasses nj q
corner Of cafe table.
II Suddenly, as the priest began his Lat
Ing prayers, DIR. Arnold seized me by the mr.
and whispered IN my ear;
nm "You know that lac killed himself"
en-, looked at him with establishment. B
ped he pointed Ia the group in black. compos'
'rs, Of the pretty widow aud her daughter, wi
len were sobbiug under their long wells al
PUP clasping each other ia tragic embras
and he added:
For them. Yes. for six months he thre
mt. all his medicines in the fire, and designe
'es. ~ committed all sorts of imprudences.
Use, confessed IL to me before his death. b
per not understood II at ALL, who had c
pected to proloug his life at least thr
her years by creosotc. At last the other nigh
Idle when it was freezing cold, he left his wi
but dow open, as II by forgetfulness. aud W
fol. taken with bleeding Mt the lungs. Y,
the that he might leave bread for those ~
RS, women. The cure does not dream that
the Is blessing "A suicide.
md But what OF it, my good fcllow' Mir
is in the paradise of the braye.-From Tai
We by Francois coppee.