Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1911-05-19
MY DOUBLE SUICIDE.

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My father slowly put down the
Horace took off his a9eclacles,
stopped smoking for a nc nent and
said: Il am sure am pleased to hear
that. my boy, and 1 have not the
slightest objection, but how do you
| expect to support a wife?"
| II don't see why you should offend
me with a question like that / re-
| piled, very much hurt. Il just won
prize of ten marks in the athletic
club and l am correspondent Cor a
small paper, and besides l receive a
dollar week from YOU"
"Oh, that is quite sufficient papa
sale, very friendly, "ard 1 willingly
| give my consent under one condi-
| ton"
"Oh," I thought, that objection I
will destroy it,
DO you hear?-on one condition"
"Oh, know already, am still TOO
young"
vas no older when he became en-
gagged to the kitchen girl"
The comparison didn't suit me at
all, but one has to forgive father
something.
Then you doubt the sincerity of my
love-" I said to him, my eyes Shoot
ing fire.
'OH, no, you stupid boy, I only
spoke of one condition. You must next
| time pass in mathematics and pass
better than you did the last time,
when you narrowly escaped being left
back
| Oh, If he had only known what tor
| ture this was to me! l kissed my
fathers hand and ran away to school
| 1t happened that oslr first lesson was
in mathematics and used it to write a
| glowing letter to my beloved in which
| / told her that had just received my
| fathers consent to our wedding. OF
course 1 told her nothing about the
conditions. The professor discovered
my mathematical occupation. He
called me and asked me to give COM
| plete definition of 1ogarithms. OF
course / made a mess OF it and my
| prospects of passing mathematics be-
| came very slim. l swore vengeance
| against the professor and l felt so
beautifully unhappy that went home
| and drank three cups of coffee, then
| Hvo11rod nj 40 vryha T
threw stones into the waterfall and
| compared their jumps through space
| with my own life.
When l passed by the house of my
| sweetheart (she was in the second
class of the public schools, she made
sign to me to come to the door,
told her once more of my love for her,
1 of my misfortune in school. of the
impossibility to fulfill the cruel words
imposed upon me by my heartless
| father, and l persuaded her that there
| was nothing for us to do than to die
| together.
She was very much pleased with
The idea and declared that she was
b OdAlJ " oAC Will 1llC at any ClAC,
though not before commencement and
the following school picnic, for her
mother had made her a beautiful
white dress with pink ribbons
said good-by to her and kissed
her forehead, then went home think
ing of what miserable place this
world is, after all. When I had
reached my room l sat down and
wrote poems by the dozen: "To Her."
9'The Only Girl,'' Thoughts of
DEATH" "On the Golden STAIR" "The
Life Hereafter sThe Funeral
The next day l read all my poems
| to Anna.
"How wonderfully she understands
myself; what an actress she is to
| make it appear as if her heart were
| filled with joy, while knowing that
! in few short hours cruel fate will
Lave snuffed out the candle of her
| 1ife."
! I went up to her.
"You are in very good humor today,
Anna" 1 said, looking very glum.
why, of course l am! I'm enjoying
myself immensely"
MAY I have another dance with
you?" 1 whispered with an icy smile.
"That will be the fourth one"
81 know it, but please don't think
of that
etNnnnn fhoy nd LOT
stNo, don't let us dance, let us die."
The last words she didn't hear at
all, for somebody else had already
carried her off and she was dancing
again.
My turn came next, I laid my arm
around my sweetheart's waist and
rushed into the center of the flocr
Somebody gave me push and l fell,
making her fall too. Everybody
laughed, but Anna cried.
"Oh, how could you be so clumsy?"
what does little mishap like this
mean to you and l who are standing
on the brink of eternity?''
"Oh, please don't talk such non
sense" she cried angrily.
I almost dropped dead. Nonsense!
ooh, you miserable hussy, 1 win get
| my revenge now. l refuse to die to-
gether with you. Oh, all my beautiful
poems, what will now become Of
| them?'
Some time afterwards when I actu-
ally did pass in mathematics and
brought the report home to my father,
he smiled and said: well, my boy,
now you have my permission to mar
ry."
Father, I don't know what you
! mean. A woman hater never mar
ries. ."--Sirulus Won Weissenturm.
Telegraph Talk.
Katherine-A telegraph operator
| told mo this morning that MANY a