The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-08-25
1CentIauea from Yesterday

much occupied with the comforts OF
earth to think ~over-deeply concerning
the joys of heaven. The last time |
saw him ne urgently begged me to cave
something 10 the church in my will.
I am sorry to hear your disease Is
hopeless he said, i am sure YOU would
Wish a part of your wealth to be of
SOME benefit to the Almighty As II
any mans money could really benefit
the Creator of all things. No. doc
tor, Ny clergyman has no support to
give me in the trial | am passing
through. / must bear it quite alone.
Don't let me detain o any longer.
Good morning, and again thank YOU
The physician muttered a hasty re-
Spouse. and made his exit, glad to es-
cape from what he considered the
''fads'' of a fanciful invalid.
Left to himself, John Denver stared
YEARLY into the vacancy of the great
room in which he lay. 1t was furnished
simply, yet richly. n through the larga
bay-window, set half open, he could see
the verdant stretches of park and
m~endow-land of which he was the own
er. He thought of the years of patient
toll he had endured to amass his pres
ent wealth; of his life out in the FAR
West;'' Of the sudden discovery of sill
Yer orc which had made him one of the
richest men in the world, and Of all
the glamour and glitter of slavish so
ciety which had attended him ever since
his attainment to fortune. He thought
of the pretty woman he had married.
a fresh, lively girl when he had first
met her, and one whom he had fondlY
fancied loved him for himself alone,
but who was now no more than a
frivolous m%ondaine, for whom nothing
was sacred but social conventionalism,
and who's heart had steadily hardened
under the influence OF boundless wealth
till she was as soulless as a fashion
plate. He thought of his children, who
had never loved him with really disin-
~terested affection-of his son, who only
looked upon him as the necessary pro-
WIDER CT his yearly allowance; of his
daughter, who was running the rounds
OF society in search of some titled
noodle for n husband, almost, if not ut
terly, Indifferent to the fact that hei
father was dying of an incurable dis
ease, and as memory after memor.
chased itself through his tired brain, {
sudden rush of tears blinded him., an
70 he groaned aloud: "Oh. God. what ha
n my life been worth? What worth ha
d any life if death must be tie end"
At that moment a slight tap came q
his door, and before he had time u
s say Come I'M" the intending visito
abruptly entered.
II thought | should find you alone
- -as1 Ia ai N p1 IL JtN
slow. musical tones. 81 met your wifi
in the garden, and she told me th'
doctor had just left you
Denver nodded a faint assent, HI
was weary and exhausted, and in thu
presence Of this particular friend o
{ his was always strangely disinclined Il
speak. Truth to tell, Paul Nalitsky
known TO many as a great painter, ant
suspected by some of being a danger
Gus Russian Nihilist, was a rather re
, markable looking man, possessed. TOO
;, of n. certain fascination which attract
ed some people and distinctly intimi
dated others. Though small of stature
and somewhat bent, he was not old; NJ
face. pale and rather angular, wa
,, beautifed by a pair Of fine eyes, green
W ish gray in hue. with an occasional
~ changeful light in them like that which
n PLAYS on opals. These eyes were III
n chief feature: they at once captivate'
+ and held all wno met their fer,
iridescent glance3, and as j
turned them now Oh Denver, a grea
kindness softcned thcm-an expires
A., sion of infinite tenderness and regard
i which was not lost upon the invalid
10 though he lay still and apparently I'M
moved to any responsive feeling by Ia
~ gentle and searching scrutiny.
$50 the fiat has gone forth, and W
Tx must de- said Nalitsky presently. u
: almost caressing accents. well. Their
II are worse things in life than death.
Denver was silent.
you dislike the idea?" resumed hi
visitor after a slight pause. THE que
of the tomb is moi an agreeable pros
pect? You seem discomposed: but yol
arc n brave man-you surely cannot ~
AFRAID"
"No. ! I'm not afraid" replied Den
o yer. steadily. "a am only-sorry!'
g "Sorry. And why"
t. "Wcll. in the first place ! am sorr!
~ TO nave made so little good use of m
If time. All / have done has been Il
amass money. and what is that
delusive quest and an unsatisfactory
= gain, for | profit nothing by my life
o work-my gold cannot cure sickness
n or keep back death. In some unrortu
e nate way. too,"-he paused and sighed
81 have missed love out of all my for
tunes. and now. here at the last, | an
left alone to meet my fate as best
- can. and my best is a bad attempt
Yes. ! am sorry to die! | am sorry t.
. leave the world. for il is beautiful
X sorry to lose the sight of the sun ant
q the blue sky he broke off for a mo
" ment, then went on: "But | tell you
PAM. if could believe in another liz
l. after this M as you do. II II tn
dream / had an hour ago We're a truth
then I should not be sorry, l should b'
glad!'
=, AYE. Aye" and Valitsky nodded
sympathetically. And what was thi'
dream
81 dreamed ! was in heaven" salt
Denver. his troubled face lighting III
K with an inward rapture. But not suel
a heaven as the parsons preach of: /
was q world somewhat resembling TIM
orc, only vaster and more beautiful.
lt seemed to myself to ave Weakened sud
denly out of Il deep sleep, and as
woke / heard a voice-the loveliest ant
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