The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1900-04-29
Maybury'$ Repentance.

OF protest THAT be hanged for . tale
Shed 20 and marry some one else, and
they wouldn't have sixpence between
them. I couldn't allow her to endure that
fate DR.. Jeyeson."
II have nothing to do with the lady"
he said with gravity. II am only con-
cerned with you You are suffering from
a rare complaint, known to us medical
men as"--- Maybury did not catch the
phrase. 1T is my duty to tell you, sir,
that he coughed and lowered his voice,
you have but few days to live"
Arthur Maybury half fell. half sat on
the nearest chair His face went very
white; his lips moved. but no sound
came.
but it's best that you should know the
truth. What I recommend is that you
should go TO the Riviera at once" May
bury calculated something IN whisper.
"Ah. it's of no use damnng the Riviera.
That won't help you. You get away by
tonights mail without saying a word
about your condition to anybody, and take
the few remaining days OF your life as
quietly and calmly as you can. Be
sure not to talk OF 1t; that will only In
crease the excitement and 'asten tho
hend--I mean to say hasten the end"
Are you-are you sure Of this, DR..
Jeyeson?" stammered Maybury.
II am not in the habit OF making mis-
takes"
What is the time now?'
THE hour now Is o'clock You have
seven hours in which to make your ar
rangements."
And can't you give me prescription
or anything"
my dear sir. pray be reasonable!
Yours Is no case for prescription
There was a pause. Maybury looked
stpudly at portrait OF Sir James PaEet
on the walls without seeing It; his ad-
wiser drummed at the mantelpdece i'm
patiently.
"What-what Is your fee. DR.. Jeyeson?
Shall give your man a chetk?
Twenty guineas, II you please. Per-
haps you will leave 1t there on the table.
Either gold or notes"
With trembling hand Mr.. Maybury
counted out the amount.
'Twenty-one soveregns." he said thick
ly. Rather a lot of money to pay for
being told that ones not going to live q
week, isn't it?''
I'm see you to the door myself Mr..
Maybury. and. above all, don't speak OF
this to a soul. Make 1T, l beg. your own
secret"
Harley street IL really very straight
thoroughfare, but to Maybury. walking
down unsteadily toward Cavendish square,
1t seemed full OF odd convolutions. More
than once he had TO stop and grip at rail-
ings In order to recover his self-posses-
sion; passers-by stared at him curiously.
and a servant girl said something go very
amusing about his manner to a servant
next door that the servant next door
nearly stopped down the area steps In
Cavendish square he became himself. He
was q man used to obstacles; his practice
in overcoming them came to his aid now
First he must go somewhere and think
His club? No: there he would md men
whom he knew His fiat In Ashley Gar
dens? Yes. He would be alone there.
Much to think about and much to do be-
fore he left Charing Cross that evening.
He would. as the Harley street man had
advised him. keep his own company;
there was no one in the world with whom
he would care to share the secret. He
feared that II he were to tell some men
OF his Acquaintance they would have dif-
fcuity In REFRESHING signs OF satisfaction.
'Wish now" he said desolately. that I
had made one or two friends"
familiar tap on the shoulder from .
walking stick made him start.
ME dear boy" said Mss Tearies father.
what on earth d'you mean by loanng
about Bond street at this hour OF the day +?
] thought you were always up to your
eyes in business. You're taking q day
on. maybe?'