Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1906-10-06

day looking wen and hearty
Eyes, it is even so, Nh. Harland- One
moment a steady fame Illuminating this
university with its light the next, sigh
from the conqueror Death and it is ex-
tinguished. The active brain is still;
the pen, trenchant, incisive, destructive,
is laid aside for ever"
1t was an impressive homily; but from
so open and vindictive a foe it seemed
singularly inappropriate.
"You seem surprised" he continued
1T fear that encounters in the cause Of
science may have led the public to be-
lieve that poor Won Stockmar and
cherished personal animosities. If that
is so, l trust you will use your influence
to contradict it. My sorrow is already
heavy enough-without that unwarrant-
able suspicion"
The professor seemed deeply affected.
Removing his spectacles, he pulled from
his side pocket a large silk pocket-hand
kerchief. As he did So a tinkle caught
my ear. A square box of some white
metal had fallen to the focr. 1t rolled
into the lamplight, where the lid flew
open. The professor hastily clapped on
his glasses but already Graden had re-
trieved the box and was presenting 1t
to him.
There was nothing In it, sir" said he,
for the professor had stopped and was
examining the carpet infinitely.
II thank you, l thank you"
pray do not mention it. Cousin Rob
ert, II you and the professor will excuse
me, l will step across and take a last
look at poor little Hermann. Where are
his rooms?"
Before could answer, the professor
was on his feet.
Pray accept me as your guide" said
he, moving towards the door. Graden
bowed his thanks like a polite elephant.
/ followed the pair down the stairs.
1t was growing late, and the narrow
streets of the students quarter were
we'll nigh deserted. A moon, like a pol
ished shield, hung over the old castle
above us, picking out each turret and
parapet in silver grey against the sleep
ing woods that swept upward to the
skyline. Across our path the gabled
house cast broad, fantastic pools of
shadow. A wind had risen with the
moon, and sighed and quivered in the
roofs and archways. Once. from a dis
tant tavern, came the faint mutter
of rousing chorus, but soon 1t was
swallowed and carried away by the
midnight breezes.
We had not far to walk, and in five
minutes the professor was tapping dis
creetly with an ugly devil-face of a
knocker on Won Stockmar's door. Pres
emily the bolt was drawn, and Hans, the
grey-bearded servant Of the dead man.
stood in the doorway, a lamp held high
above his head. He blinked upon u,
moodily, with eyes dimmed by old age
and recent tears, till, catching sight OF
Graden's hugo bulk, he stepped forward
with 4 snort of surprise, flashing the
light In his face as he did 30.
"Ahl Goodness but it is Heinrich del
Grosser he stammered. "Ach! Herr
Heinrich, but have you forgotten Hans
of the Schlagers, servant Of the honor
able corps of the Saxo BorusenY
mo, no." said Graden, shaking tn,
veteran by the hand. $50 our little Her
mann took you for his servant, as h,
promised? This is sad day for us both
old friend. Tell me, how did it happen p
do not ask me, Herr Heinrich. M.
mind wanders-I, who served him nigl
on twenty years and was as a father ant
mother to him.
The worthy fellow put down the LAM
in the little hall into which he hat
led us, and mopped his eyes with a han,
that trembled with emotion.
But Graden persisted in his quiet wa,
and soon extracted the details. 1t SCENE,
that it was the custom of the dead pro
fessor to take a nap after his midda.
meal. That afternoon, however, hi
sleep was unduly prolonged, and at fou
Hans who knew he had an engagement
about that hour, slipped in to wake him
His master was lying on the couch in hi
bedroom, where he was wont to take hi
siesta. But he was in a curious, hud
died position and breathing stertorously
Hans failed to rouse him, becam
alarmed, and hurried off for a neighbol
ing doctor. That gentleman diagnose
the case as a sudden and severe chi
which had settled on the lungs, causin
violent inflammation. Everything poss
BILE was done, but by eight he was deat
. Beyond the remarkable violence of tn
seizure, the doctor had said, there wa
nothing in the symptoms. Overwork ha
doubtless undermined the constitutio
and rendered it vulnerable to a sudde
attack.
I "And while he was asleep-had
! visitors?" asked Graden.
THE street door is never locked du
: ing the day."
But would you not have heard tt
> steps?"
e at was my custom to sleep too. He