The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-04-08

rose before his advance IKE solid
walls. His years work consisted Of
| FIVE trips around the world, with =
total loss Of 4 days 13 hours and
81 minutes. His hair had begnn to
turn gray around the temples, deer
lines had appeared on mis- brow, and
his hands had acquired q nervous
habit OF making sudden clutches at
nothing. rs II poor Bony fancied he
was seizing the railing on the last
platform OF an outgoing train.
"well. 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 q half ago. He was
passing through New York on another
trip around the world to eastward.
He had just came in by the Now 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
a 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 60
on slow boat. ! do not know how
l am to describe poor Bony to you as
I saw him the last time. As he is 10
years older than am he is barely 40
years of age, but he looked 20, and q
very worn and weary 70 at that. He
had the appearance ola man who had
"a hours of sorrow and disappoint-
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 un-
settled mind. His nostrils had con-
tracted with the pinch OF anxiety till
his nose had the cold. shrunken as
poet OF death itself. His lips were q
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 sloquence
OF futility. never saw q human
being with the word failure craven
80 plainly upon him. But his mania
for such it had now become-was
master of his fate. He greeted me
rather sadly, in thin, piping voice.
asked him il he was not tired enough
10 take some rest.
"Tiredf" he piped; Il tiredf Why,
Perry, I'm young man, a very young
nan; and-Iam behind timey yet. Look
vt this
He took from his breast pocket
book; in which found
! complete record of his time from
,oint to point on his various trips
Ind OF the numerous causes of deten-
ion.
But Pm young yet, Perry he
aid, "Pll win yet. I've lots of time.
Goodbye
"And that, boys" said Perry, els
he last saw of Bony Digss."
There was a profound silence among
Then O'Connell said:
"And where do you suppose he is
,ow?"
Somewhere on the way between
Yokohama and New York." answered
Perry with sigh.
The rain continued to fall steadily,
Ind when the four men reached the
Albany station of the New York Gen.
raj that night it was still raining.
They waited with the quiet patience
If their profession till the train came
n. They found the statesman who
lad made the tour OF the state
Ind spoken in SO places in ID days.
lie WHISPERED an invitation to 20 to his
iotel. As they turned away from the
'teps OF the drawing-room cor the
voung reporter, McVey of the Protec-
ZIONIST, suddenly exclaimed.
"Hellol Here's story, sure?"
"Ncnsense" exclaimed English; '1et
t alone. It's sure to be mo good"
But McVey had stepped forward to
tho side door of the baggage car,
whence the train hands were removing
heavy burden. The other report
RS, out OF idle curiosity, followed him
Ind heard the baggage master say:
HE was crazy, guess. Anyhow,
'owders, the sleeping car conductor,
'ays he staid up all night, walking up
ind down the aisle, laughing rubbing
lis hands and muttering: "It's all
light, now. Pm on the winning track.
4 day ahead this timel Ha, ha, hal
I'll live forever He dropped dead at
o'clock this afternoon. Heart fail.
Ire, the doctor said.".
Perry turned pale, sprang forward,
Ind lifted the rough canvas that GOV.
red the burden.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, "I'll have !
o wire a finish to that story"
Bony Diges' record had run out. |
Death had won.-N. Y. Times.
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