The Afro-American advance., 1900-03-10
.ANarroW Escape
THE end had come. The old firm
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THE end had come. The old firm
name which had been carried like
a banner above the commerce of the city
was down. 1t was dragging in the dust.
Arthur wilkinson, last of his line, heir
TO his fathers fortune and responsible
tiles, who had made mucker OF al
fairs too large and far reaching for him
TO manage, attained the conclusion that
the simplest thing for him to do was
TO put sharp quietus to life whose
energies had evidently been misapplied.
There were, of course, complications
There always are. TO begin with, there
was Winnifred Inderrierden. He had eX-
pected TO marry her-they had, in fact,
had an unusual courtship, the particu-
lars OF which it would be pleasure to
relate, If there were time. Which there
is not. He knew what her expectations
were She had always been surround
ed by luxuries. 1t would hardly occur
10 her that there could be any other
conditions-for Winnifred Inderrier-
den. She loved him, he thought, but
after all, 1t had been a love that fed
On the beautiful and on the luxurious.
They had usually met in the evening,
she exquisiteIy attired and in her best
mood, he eager for the diversion which
her vivacity afforded him. and the de-
light which her loveliness gave, They
had eaten in the stately Inderrierden
diuing-room together. They had driven
abroad on the boulevard at the gayest
hour, in the most fetching of carts; they
knew the opera together and the or
ehestral concerts. Their love had 'fed
on the roses and lain in the lilies of
life" How would it weather storms of
poverty and self-denial and social OBJ
livion9 The simplest way out of his
difficulties, Arthur Wilkinson assured
himself again, was to make the sharp
quietus.
Why could he not stop thinking, hav-
ing made his resolution? Why must he
remember these hideous details that
brought the blood in hot rush to his
iaded face? Why must he recollect
old Effinger, for 90 years the manager
of the house, whose careful savings
had gone up with the rest? Etfinger
impoverished, and in his old age, and
because of the fatuous folly of an in
competent ass who lacked the ability
TO run a concern himself, and who had
not the sense to ask advice of his
elders!
There were other things which were
no less distressing to remember. There
were the men and women who had
counted on steady employment from
the firm, some of whom had every
reason to suppose that their vocation
for life was fixed. lie knew some of
the young men who had married upon
This supposition, men who had been
his friends for years, and who trusted
him entirely. He was, unfortunately
for his peace of mind, acquainted with
the private life of many of his en-
ployes. He knew what their response
biities were. He thought of Maggie
O'Neill, who cared for five brothers
and sisters and who had no one to help
her in the fight-patient Maggie, whose
eyes had always looked into his with
frank goodwill and gratitude.
He calmly set a date for his decisive
act, and counted the days with some
thing like anticipation. The burden
Of chagrin and regret upon him was so
heavy that the thought of rest was
heavenly indeed. He had no doubt,
he told himself, that the grave meant
absolute oblivion. When that ingenious
piece of workmanship, the brain,
ceased its restless labors, there was
nothing-no knowledge, no fears, no
Joys. Oblivion was best. Still, what
it his reckonings were wrong? What
IL he found himself plunged yet more
irretrievably into a sea of remorse
What if--but wi at childish folly. The
grave was the grave. 1t was the pc
Rod. When one achieved death, one
wrote "finis"
This is the day OF my release
said he. and the heart which had
dragged at him till it seemed an un'
supportable physical burden was
eased a tribe. He fingered long over
his bath and took note OF all the com
forts he enjoyed in his pleasant rooms.
Then he made an inventory Of the
furniture and bric-a-brac and laid il
where IL could be easily found. He
took his watch. which had been gift
from his father, pawued II for all that
il would bring. and sent the money 20
Maggie o'Neill. giving her no hint OF
the donor. He wrote a note of abiect
apology 10 poor old Effinger-an apol-
ogy such as a dying man writes 10
one he has ruined. Then he called on
Winnifred Inderrierden.
1t was late afternoon and she was
receiving so when he went In he