The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1894-09-15
MY SUICIDE.
Yes, / have wished to die.

was 1t indeed Amelle-th1S pernd-
ious coquette? Only think of it. She
held my life in her little hand, and l am
not now ever sure of her name. Young
men, this may astonish you, but you
will learn better i'll time.
l was young ~then-quite young, and
l no sooner learned of my misfortune
than l { determined to end my life. My
first intention was to shoot myself on
her stairway, but l b~ethought me of the
crowds that would see me there and Of
how Henriette-was not that her name?
would ridicule me, SO my Il pro-
pre- came to my rescue.
No." / said to myself, there must
be no excitement, no noise. The wound
ed bird C: ceals himself behind a tuft
of grass. : JUS l wish to dic-in some
corner-is, ted, lost, forgotten"
In this el, rae frame of mind 1 took
the $50 tra3.. Tor Melun. 1t deposited
RE at dusk, q: out 100 steps from the
Golden Lion-a we'll kept hotel, with
airy rooms, good beds and an excellent
table.
What does monsieur WISH" asked a
little waitress, whom l have since found
to be very pretty.
Nothing"
was not hungry. l went to bed My
sleep was ftful, and every instant l
thought 1 saw Victorine-I believe her
name was Victorine-pass by on the
arm of my rival.
Then l struck out with my fist against
the wall, the iron bedstead Or the mar
BILE top tale.
Twas much bruised next morning, but
what mattered it, since / was SO soon to
die?
went in quest of a rope. l had be-
lieved formerly that, when m wished
to hang oneself, nothing could be easier
than to find q rope. A sad mistake. In
my search l traversed the entire hotel
to no purpose. The little waitress
the one whom l nave since found is SO
pretty-demanded Of me:
But what does monsieur wish to do
with a roper"
At last, with a length of hemp in my
pocket, l left the hotel and made my
way to a spot in the woods where l had
! often been before. l found here, behind
an inextricable tangle Of foliage, the
same inviting retreat where l had once
fingered to dream. There could certain
~ exist no more appropriate spot for
the deed now contemplated.
While walking along l had thought
of Berthe possibly her name was
Berthe-and l cursed her with all my
soul. Then l looked at my rope. l meas
ured it. Tested its strength. 1t was not
the sort Of a rope l wished. 1t appeared
to be too short and too large around.
was vexed. You can scarcely imagine
how an annoyance Of this sort may in
1uence ones ideas.
And here was another veXation. Upon
reaching the chosen spot 1 was disagreed
bly, surprised to find it occupied by an.
other. A person, with his back turned
to me, was engaged in fastening a rope
to a branch above his head-the very
branch which ! had selected for my
own.
What are you doing there::" I de-
manded of him.
He faced me suddenly.
What concern of yours is it?' he
asked.
lyon think perhaps that l do not di.
vine your intention" I cried.
. And if l wish to kill myself that is
altogether my affair"
kill yourself?"
l looked at him. He seemed to be an
amiable young fellow, with an open
countenance, sympathetic eyes and all
interesting pallor.
$50 you wish to kill yourself" And
suspecting him to be the victim of an
unhappy love affair, l added, "About
some worthless woman?"
"Sir!" he cried.
Poor idiot!' l thought. Lovers are
all alike-he defends her even yet"
The stranger was silent.
will you permit me to give you q
bit Of advice?" / inquired. Leave your
rope where it isl had noticed tina,
it was better than mine-''go home.
You will thank me for this afte,
awhile"
He shook his head.
II want to die"
Don't prepare any poignant regrets
for the morrow" / continued, with
sweet insistence. "frepeat what l have
said. After you are buried you will be.
moan your precipitancy, and then it viii
be too late"
Z. "You say this because you do no
know what has happened to me-"