Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1896-08-20
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He Has a Deep sorrow. But He Cannot
Remember What IL IN All About

ne mas u peep SOrrOw. nut ne Nhuuot
Remember What Ii In All About
He tossed a gold eagle to the evidently
astonished tramp. Qa
AS libcralas in the old Bagtlad days, L
spe." said the wandered. MANY thanks,
sir. All, how used to enjoy reading your
adventures. They are among the very
few things can remember" -
You're very kind, Pm sure" said Sind
bad. DO you have trouble with your
mpmory?"
Il should say did," replied the tramp.
why, can remember hardly anything,
that's why am trampiug. can't attend
TO any sort of business on account of that
memory of mine or, rather, on account OF
its absence. used to be an expert book
keeper. but | forgot the Significance of
figures, and made the most absurd mis-
takes, This seriously annoyed my lem
ployers, and the result was that couldn't
hold n position more than twenty
hours, Why, I've even forgotten my
name: call myself james +. Brown; but
l'm sure that's nothing like my real
name"
Now this is very gratifying" said Sind
bad in an aside to Tom; he has forgotten
even his own name, yet he remembers
mine AMI my adventures" Then he
asked: "When and how did you lose your
memory, sir?''
why, I've forgotten even that" re-
piled Mr.. Brown: 'bnt | think il was
when ] had a bad cold some years ago.
Still, I'm not sure, hut that somebody
hypnotized me. Really, | don't know
how il happened"
You seem man of intelligence" said
the great explorer.
"Oh, / ami the tramp hnsiened to as
sure him. II know great deal. and II |
only could remember il. you'd find me n
very entertaining compani ,n-provided my
sorrow did not make me disinclined to
| converse ii might"
Eth? You're what" queried Sindhad.
my sorrow. oh. | forgot to mention
to you that | have deep sorrow, which
is constantly preying upon me, and will
eventually end my career"
Dear! dear" exclaimed Sndbad with
an expression of genuine concern. "Why
this is very sad. don't like to be obtrri-
sive, but If you don't mind telling what
your sorrow is"
my dear Mr.. Sindbad," interrupted
Mr. Brown, nothing would give mt
| greater pleasure melancholy pleasure
you understand--than to confide all to you
| tiit iTutii vi tllt Is 4 nave ibT
gotten what my sorrow is. I've had il fol
years, and / know it's something very
painful. but to save my life can't re
member what it is, nor have been abl,
to for--l forget how many years"
but how is it possible" asked Sind
bad, naturally puzzled. "for you to he wor
rying yourself into the grave over sor
row which you have forgotten all about?'
why, don't YOU see?" cried the tramp
that's just the point: it's the suspens,
that's killing me. If knew exactly wha
it is that worries me | shouldn't worr.
nearly so much. Ii is the dreadful uncer
tainty of the thing. Perhaps l have kille,
some one, and am tortured by remOrsc
or maybe have lost an immense FORUM
in rash speculation; Or--or-but why the
orizc on the subject? The fact remain
that | have rooted sorrow and that
can't remember anything about it. Now
l put it TO you, isn't that enough to driv
a man half frantic?'
Yours is certainly peculiar case,
replied Sindbad thoughtfnlly. II don
think | have ever heard of one exactl
like It,"
"Oh, I'm sure you never have" said Mi
Brown IF | ever have I've completed
forgotten about it, And he sighed heaS
ily.-"Sinbad, Smith & Co., by Albel
Stcarns, in August st. Nicholas.