The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1907-05-09
ushered into earthly existence; many
children laughed and PLAYED. little

ushered into earthly existence; many
children laughed and played, little
dreaming of the part they were to play
In the Great ,Drama; many youths stood
beside the great stream, lettering in the
shadows Of those trees of knowledge.
life and sin; many men were busy at
daily tolls, needless of the future; many
elders, having passed along the trails
of life, were exhorting their fellow-men
to ways of righteousness; many men
were lying on dying beds, lamenting
past follies. or happily awaiting that
fitting moment when they were to hear
the Masters words, swell done, thou
good and faithful servant" but now
Fay turned his eyes from the visions
and glanced at the doctor. The old
man was talking and seemed to finish
life's view by saying: "Why do men
fight, struggle and crush each other in
the mad rush of daily lifep Truly the
poet has said: 'All paths lead but to
the grave There the conquering worm
reduces the giant frame of man, be
what he may thru life, to atomical
DUST"
Fay silently watched the quivering
form before him. The old man half
rose, clutched the whitened beard, the
snowy locks, jerked them iercely and
cast them on the floor-they were but
wigs. Then Fay recognized. the famil.
lar features of his old friend-Bob
Sharp. But Bob's form was writhing
in cdnvulsive agonies which precede
the overcoming of the will by death.
Bob's face grew white, his eyes dilated,
his nostrils expanded, and his lips quiv.
ered-with herculean effort he raised
his dropping head and shouted: "Eleon-
ora! fee from tho house! The gasl-the
gasP-but the words resounded with
in the little room, then all became still,
When Fay heard the name, Eleonora,
being shouted his thoughts flew back
to days long gone. He lived again the
innocent periods of childhood and
youth; he strolled once more before
the gentle flowing stream called life;
beside him was Bob Sharp's sister Ele-
onora, and there beneath spreading
elm they plighted their troth-then the
fever of unrest became inculcated into
the system of Fay and he left the old
familiar spots ALTO roam in the great
world. How long he thus stood is i'm.
material, but becoming aware of Pc
cullar odor in the little room he decided
to step out into the open air. He moved
step or two, then fell heavily against
the telescope, it slipped from its bear.
lngs and there was loud crash, but
Fay was unconscious.
When Jack regained consciousness
he found himself in strange room
but not alone. Beside the little hospi.
tai bed sat Eleonora watching, with
loves eyes, the pale features of the ST.
lent form. At first Fay thought he
was but dreaming, then the girl bent
her fair young face near to his and
whispered: Beloved, long have 1 pa.
tiently waited for your The dream dis.
PEELED, Jack replied: "Ah, Eleonoral
We have met 70 part no more!"
The writer thus concludes the Mr.,
Fay series of stories which have ap.
peared in THE MIRROR columns, but
will say that the inventive genius, the
scientific bent Of mind, led Sharp to in
vent a peculiar telescope, and manu-
facture powerful gaseous substance
which properly used revealed many of
life's mysteries but, like others, he be-
came victim of his own inventions;
for it was the constant handling, and
occasional inhaling, of that gas that
caused the untimely end of Sharp. The
house itself. collapsed, and with its fall
went all traces of DR.. Strange's myster-
les.
As soon as Mr.. Fay had recovered
from the effects of this last experience
there was quiet wedding and now the
pedestrians passing along Archer Ave.
may read, over department store
door, this sign: "John Fay: General
Merchandise" ERID.
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