Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1901-08-29

guitar, ana UHe ldSb ti1hS h'NAi"iN
remembered was hearing rich tenor
voice singing popular melody.
The next morning when Mcnamara
awoke he was in his own rom. The
fire in the CRATE was burning cheerily,
and through the open door he could
see his valet preparing his bath. Out
side the sun was shining brightly
taking away the snow as fast as 1T
had fallen the night before.
"What dream!" Mcnamara
thought, as he sprang out of bed. HIS
clothes were hanging on the back OF
a chair, and there were tiny rivulets
where they had dripped the melted
snow. He went through his pockets
and his face fell. Yesterday he had
drawn $4,000 from the bank, vowing
in his heart to go as far from Louis
vile as the money would take him.
This morning there was not dollar
in his pocket-not even the little
pearl-handled knife he had carried for
years.
When he went down to breakfast
his aunt, who was also his house
keeper, looked beyond him after say
ing good morning, evidently expect
ing to greet some one else.
"'How mistaken one can be, Otls'
she said. 81 expected you to bring
company down to breakfast this
morning, for when l heard you come
home last nighT>I was sure some one
was with you"
"Maybe there was, ana maybe there
wasn't. What would you say, aunt II
1 were to tell you don't know"
eff YOU were anyone else but OTIS
Mcnamara l would say you were
drunk, but as you are Otis shall say
YOU are poking fun at your old aunt.
When the papers were brought IN
Mcnamara glanced over the mead
lines of the Courier-Journal, as was
his custom, and the following fast-
ened his eyes:
"AT THE MORGUE."
Found drowned in the river at TWO cIock
this morning, the body of young mA--
oil nleQluDl size, IAN SOAhP'S~~-~--
blond mustache A lace handkerchief
marked Oracle" was all that was tound IN
the dead mans pockets.
That's the Devil" and with the eX'
clamation Mcnamara rushed for his
hat and overcoat, leaving his startled
aunt to think he had gone insane.
EYES," the morgue keeper replied
to Macmanara's eager questions, 1.-THE
poor fellow was brought here at an
early hour this morning. This hand
kerchief was the only thing about
him that may lead to his identity
and that has only one chance in
thousand. If his sweetheart reads
the morning papers-and OF course
the handkerchief is his sweetheart
she will be here in a short while
and, if she doesn't read them, he may
go to his grave unnamed"
Mcnamara examined the features
of the dead man closely. 1t was his
Devil of the night before, minus the
black hair, in place of which there
was closely-cropped blond head. As
Mcnamara was leaving the morgu'
he almost ran over Grace Langdon
who caught his arm and cried out:
ooh, Otis, it is really you, and you
are not drowned, with my handker
chief in your pocket? l was going t.
the OPERA" the little lady explained
land something got wrong with TIT
horses as we were leaving Chestnu
street, and the coachman stopped II
see what it was. My escort opened
the carriage door for the same pur
nose, when I saw you and dropped
nv handkerchief to see if you would
pick it up, and the way you pounce'
upon it kept me happy for the res
of the evening. l lost my opal ring
too, but 1 don't care, for it was al
ways bringing me bad luck"
Mcnamara thought of the ring a
he had last seen it flash by the sid
of his scarfpin on table with thou
sands of other jewels, but he did no
tell his wife-to-be of his adventure
whit the Devil. He asked instead:
"Gracie, why is it woman will tel
a man no, make him feel all the mis-
ery of hades, when in her heart sh
means yes?"
81 don't know, Otis, unless it is t.
make him understand how much h
cares and give him the pleasure 0
proposing over again." she answered
happily.
1T Answered the Purpose.