Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1893-06-23

but you must not go ont without IN
oyercoat, the dear girl answered "and
If you will wait just a moment will rat
you one Of fathers coats TO wear homo :"
She did so, and started for home Yor
may guess that my slumber that uiobt
was not sound nor refreshing l never
passed more miserable night.
why, Fred, you look as though Won
met legion of ghosts last night" said
MIR, Winston as he came into the office
the next morning. What is the mat
teri"
8! did not sleep we'll" | answered.
with smile.
by the way" continued my employ
Pr, did you write to Anderson as | re.
quested?"
| do not know how managed to re.
ply, for the question set me shiyering
from head to foot, and I was so veal;
that could scarcely sit in my chair |
must have answered in the affirmative,
however, for he said:
Then we may look for something
from him tomorrow OF next day." In
mediately afterward he added: why.
Fred, you SILVER as though you had the
ague, and you are sweating like butch
er! You're i'll, man! Come, jump into
my trap, and I'll take you home"
was glad of the chance to get away.
and on reaching home | locked myself
in. All, those We're terrible hours
passed, and night brought no relief. Can
you guess what | was meditating? Cow
ard that | was, had resolved on self de
struction. began my preparation with
the same calmness and dehberation that
l would have used in the most common
transaction. | wrote short explana-
ton to Carrie. another for Mr.. Winston,
third for my mother. In fourth en-.
velope | inclosed the receipt to Mr.. An
derson. All this accomplished, l went
to my wardrobe and took out my re-
volver.
Having examined the cartridges to
make sure there would be no failure, |
sat down before the fire and placed the
pistol against my forehead In another
second | should have been lifeless, but
just as my finger began to press the trig-
ger there was a tap on my door, 1t
startled me, and easily concealing my
weapon l called out that | could admit
no one.
mot me- Fred?'
knew Carries voice, and yearning
to look once again into her loved face
mastered me. Quietly slipping the tell
tale letters which had left on the table
into my pocket, | opened the door.
"Oh, Fred, you are really i'll" ex
claimed Carrie the moment the light fell
on my face. "Why did you not'send for
me? Aren't you BETTER"
Worse" l answered huskily. But,
Carrie-good heayensw AS | uttered
this exclamation started back and then
forward, for hanging across Carries
arm was my overcoat. Recovering from
my establishment, drew from the pocket
S11, 750.23,
You have heard about the singular
capers of a mailman or the wild antics
of those crazed with rum but judging
from what Carrie told me and from the
appearance of my apartment after 1t was
over am led to believe that ! was far
more grotesque.
Then | asked for an explanation. 1t
was the simplest thing imaginable. do
not know why had not thought of it
before. 1t was simply blunder of Car
rie's father. He had mistaken my coat
for his own and had worn it down town,
never thinking that fortune was lyingin
the pocket. sent Mr.. Anderson his re-
ceipt, handed the money to Mr., Winston
and went on with my duties wiser and,
| hope, a better man.-Thomas G. Mitch
ell in brakes Magazine.