Sistersville daily oil review. [volume] (Sistersville, W. Va.) 1902-1905, 1903-05-26
TW O SUICID E S
foo. wished TO kill myself.

1 had just learned the sad news that
Amelie was faithless.
began to look for Il rope. AT last l
found it and, putting it into my pocket,
went out of the hotel III the direction
of small wood. There, behind inter-
lacing leaves. l knew OF Il retreat
which was a perfectly discreet corner
in which to die.
On the way l thought of Bertha.
That must have been her name. l re-
yilcd her from the bottom of my soul.
Then | looked at the rope, measured II
and tried its powers of resistance. 1t
was not exactly the sort Of rope !
should have chosen. 1t appeared snort
and not stout enough. | was annoyed.
One does not realize how much VeXa-
ton of this sort influences the course
of ones ideas.
Still another annoyance. On reach
ing the spot | had chosen was ulsa-
greeably surprised to see It occupied
by another \ person whose back only
| could see was engaged in throwing a
rope over a branch above him, the very
branch that should have chosen.
What are you doing there:' asked.
He turned around. What does that
matter to you:'
Don't think that cannot guess your
intentions" l cried.
If | do wish to commit suicide, that
only concerns myself
Commit suicide?'
I locked at him. lie was good sort
Of fellow-an open countenance, SYM
pathetic look, an interesting pallor.
Guessing him to be the victim Of 4
misplaced attachment, added, For
firt?"
Sir" cried he.
poor fool" thought. "He is going
to take her part. All lovers are the
same"
The stranger kept silence.
Would you like little advice?" re-
marked. Leave your rope here" l
had noticed that it was better one
than mine. go home. Some day you
will thank me-"
He shook his head. 81 wish to die.
Do you know what has befallen me-?
Il can guess
"No, you cannot guess. \ woman
whom l adore, sir, for whom
And he recounted his history.
Strange. 1t was absolutely my own.
This resemblance made me thoughtful.
your silence means approval" said
Charles. l had just learned that his
name was Charles.
Not at ALL" l exclaimed, for l did
not wish to appear like Il turncoat.
There is nothing in your story which
justlfies this piece of rope For
Charles began to interest me.
"Why do you imagine that you lave
been worse treated than others who are
Tilted every day.
"They are not Tilted SO humiliatinGly
as was"
Pardon"
ooh, so.'
"Yes. indeed"
NO"
Eyes. l know something about it.
You can get even with her by making
love to some one else There are many
better girls than She"
Better than she Impossible.'
Eyes. At first one thinks as you do,
but your ideas will have changed in a
month"
My language appeared to me so much
that Of wisdom that gradually it gave
me pleasure to listen to it. l continued:
What good will it do you to die?
Just tell me that. Either she is heart
less or she is not. If she is
"Oh, she has no heart"
NATURALLY she has not Your death,
then, will only flatter her. Yes, Charles,
she will also regard you as n fool, and
she will be right"
was becoming eloquent. The fact is
that for the last few moments l had
realized that was defending my own
cause. All that l ought to have said to
myself l was saying to Charles-to my
friend Charleston | loved him with
all the affection that he was giving me
back for myself. put so much convic-
ton into my words that Charles fell
into my arms.
'Do with me what you WILL" he cried.
"Well," l replied, with sigh that
betrayed hunger, 'let us breakfast"
led him back to the hotel. Emotion
is exhausting, and we were both of us
terribly hungry.
When we were at the we'll appointed
table and had feverishly devoured two
or three mouthfuls Of food, washed
down by some good dry Bordelais, we
looked at one another in silence, and
our eyes said, well, is life worth liv-
ing"
IF you had not met me- sighed
Charles, his heart overfowing with
gratitude.
And o1fbnuOb cold pofbipp