The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1894-11-15

will and testament before he jumped
into the next world. Come off, will
YEP"
But no coaxing or persuasion would
induce the dog to move, SO the police
man seized him by the scruff of the
neck and beat him into submission
with his baton, assisted by the round
abouts, who were brutally glad of the
sport. When they had conquered
him they flung him hurt and bleeding
to q distance where for moment he
lay stunned. Then he picked himself
up and linped off unobserved.
The man, Cyril Faber by name, was
not in the water. He did not choose
that method of leaving the world, of
which he was tired, but walked on and
on until he had put ten good miles be-
tween him and that part of the city
he had left He knew of quiet inn
where he had spent money in his bet
ter days. He still had little money
and was aware that a golden key will
unlock many doors. 1t was broad
daylight when he reached the place,
and his strange appearance without
coat was merely suggestive to the land
lord of spree on the part of his
guest
''Give the gentleman room 3D." he
said to an attendant. and Cyril won
dered if the number was a caprice of
fate or place reserved for people of
wild and disordered aspect, but he did
not trouble himself about it. Why
should he? What had he to do with
presentiments or speculation of any
kind, now that he was about to deter
mine for himself all the problems Of
life? He only wanted to sleep for the
last time.
Then another diversion of fate pre-
sented itself. He was SO tired and
the bed looked SO inviting that he
threw himself upon it and was instant
ly asleep with no thought of the tiny
vial In his vest pocket which held for
him the elixir of death.
He slept many hours, and awakened
20 wonder first where he was, and next
why he was there. He had no watch
and opened his door to ask the time
from any one he might see. An old
woman with white hair was scrubbing
the passage.
"Could you tell me what time it
is?" he asked pleasantly.
81 can that" she answered, "for l
Just looked meself at the clock inside.
It's-there ye are, sir-it's striking a.
1 mind the time, ye see, sir, for L
must be home at to give Jimmy his
medicine.
"Who is Jimmy?" asked Cyril, not
because he wanted to know, but it
seemed brutal to shut the door while
she was speaking.
"Me crippled boy, God bless him,
sir. He's all I've got in the world,
nm do be thinkin' OF him every
minute / be workin'.
''But you would be better off with
out him." remarked Cyril, who was
following out his own train OF
thought.
"Better off without my Jimmy?
Man. YOU must be crazy to say the
likes of that.
eThen he would be better off.
"That amt for us to say at all,
and looking at him sharply she closed
her lips firmly and went on with her
work.
He returned to MS room and locked
the door. His purpose was as strong
as ever, but there was no hurry. he
wondered what would become OF DUH,
and vaguely hoped the dog would
never know of his cowardlce IN de-
serting him.
"Somebody will be good to him Tor
his own sake" he said to himself as
he walked about the room, when was
bare and cheeless. Some one VINO
had occupied it before HIM had wfl'-
ten over the cheap wooden man,el
four lines, which Cyril read severai
times before he comprehended thelr
meaning.
eOur plans may seem dlslolnted'
But we may calmly rest;
What God hath once appointed
Is better than our best. "
"Sentiment." he sneered. Uou
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