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Show 8 e 2 ° 0 o co i THE T TARR, es ONE DEAS 3 it deep slee,, or is it rather death: iLest anyhow it is, and sweet ts rest -.0 more the doubtful btessing of the breath, Our God hath said that silenee is the best, And thou art silent as the pale round moon, And near thee is our birth’s great mystery Alas' we knew uot thou wouldst go so soon We cannot tell where sky is lost in sea. Cut only find Life’s bark to come and go Cy wondrous Nature’s hidd: force impelled, Then melts the wake in sea. and none shall know lor certain which the course this vesse! ueld. The lessening ship by us no more is seen And sea and sky are just as they have been —J. W Inchbold A RIDE TO DEATH. ‘‘And now, monsieur, you know, what you have to do" Tke ceased Capt manikin turned seconds brain Randon wheeled like a bya brutal” hand Two later was I think, colonel he was in the street. vacant, without thought, he walked with the automatic step of the drunkard whom will alone maintains upon his indecisive legs Arrived at his own house, he threw himself upon a chair, leaned his elbows upon his knees, his brow upon his hands, -and remained thus, astonished to find himself almost calm, tearless,. but still unable to reflect. From time to time a sharp pang traversing his heart moment arily recalled to him that he suffered, he felt himself pale » He made an effort to rouse himself, got up, opened and regarded the heavens tender blue, the blue of .the morning that follows a night the window of a light, early spring of rain. The trees of the garden had begun to blossom, rosy clouds floated above the houses, hovered a moment upon the chim ney tops like the wings of birds and then resumed their way. Before him, bathed in a pallid sunlight, veiled still by a va porous mist, the quadrangular bulk of the quarters, its walls yellow and naked, showed itself in an attitude stiff and mar tial. For the first time he seemed to sec all these things, and more quickly than ever, the impression of external objects acting upon a galled and tortured brain Nevertheless, while in his lungs the fresh, pure air of the morning circulated, and he felt and he saw the beauty of the world about him, by a curious doubling of personality he followed impassibly in another self, the terrible and common _ place history that had dishonored him. He, Capt Randon, accused of forgery, was: going martial be to be. brought before a court . Te-morrow, at latest. he would arrested—the colonel had but twenty-four hours—had given him said ‘tAnd now, monsieur, you know, | think, what you have to do!” He had but one passion—the horse—and that passion had ruined him. To ride, to run them, te mount them at races, and to have a Stable his’ life; the had been goal of the all fixed idea of his desires efforts; the single thought of his soul. marvelous mountable, and A horseman, absolutely indis so they said in the regiment, the men had surnamed him ‘‘The Jockey,” a name that was at once his ambition and his pride The maintenance of his stable, however, had cost him his patrimony. He had borrowed, and a pack of creditors: loosed at his heels tracked and harassed him. At last, at bay one day. mad with worry and lost in one of those moments when moral sense is obliterated and conscience uses sophistries to put to sleep its scruples, he had drawn from the cash box of his squadron forged signatures to the bills in it, and falsified his accounts in the hope of hiding the deficit. Unskillfully done, the fault speedily discovered, and to-morrow he was to be publicly branded, and the cavaliers of the second class, who, in the street, rode behind him, would then have the right to refuse to salute him, the right to scorn him. ‘“‘How ..aloud, could I have clutching the done it?’ he window cried ‘frame in agony, all ina sweat, his eyes dry and staring straight before him in an attitude of blank despair He had a vision of the ordeal awaiting bim—the five brother officers united there to judge, condemn and degrade him. - **And now, monsieur, you know, I think, what you have to do!” The phrase of the colonel returned to him suddenly in its implacable signifi cance, followed by that other one that his brain conveyed to him like an echo ‘He means you to kill yourself!” He remained a moment bewildered, stupefied. ‘Then asob shook his breast, tears rolled from his eycs, and like a child who, feeble and without support, has need to sustain and solace itself by afiection, he was seized with an infinite ‘gratitude, an instinctive thankfulness to the colonel whe had been kind to him-his colonel, who had accorded him twenty four hours of grace, who had opened to him a door of salvation in permitting him to evade a public dishonor. » He must kill himself—that liberty alone remained to him. — Kill himself! Finish it, and immediately! Death! No more khubbub, no more uneasiness. or disquietude! Indifference to the future! getfulness of everything and of himself! So be it! He had had enough of this needy, tormented existence! Meanwhile he window, unable had not to stirred from his tear his regard from the spectacle of life that surrounded him. In the distance from the gates of the quarters a platoon of riders were going out for their regular maneuvers and horses were like pigmies—small, but distinct. Mechanically he counted them Four, eight, twelve, sixteen, eighteen Soon the platoon was lost from sight in one last of the cross streets. and when the. cf the cavaliers had disappeared urOuUnd Tie TIMING, a preal cip~imess filled the breast of Rendon It seemed to him thet heneeforth he was alone in the world, abandoned by every cne. He drew himself. back. slowly reclosed the| sash and re-cntered Lis chamber Against the wall cu the right a panoply of arms fastidiously arranged caught his eye. He rceilected, quickly passing in re view the divers means of suicide that were at his door, successively rejecting them all—the revolver, commonplace: the stroke of the pcinard, theatrical; poison, the method of a nervous duchess; drowning, fit only for a betrayed and—— Suddenly he shivered—he had found it! He descended to the court and called his stableman “Saddle Niniche!” said he. And he waited, promenading from side to side, threshing the air with his riding whip, whistling through. his teeth When they brought him his mount, a little mare. true bred. slender, yet sinewy, he was calm again, and settling himself slowly in his stirrups, departed. Erect upon his saddle, martially camped. WESTERN WEEKLY. ‘Then he felt himself at the end of his breath—the air he swallowed came from his panting lungs in shrill whistlings! In the twinkling of an eye he had a vision, a dim realization of that which was to be his death—a fall into space, a complete failure of resviration, a crushing blow upon the head! The idea of stopping his mare crassed his mind He bore the reins—too tate! Already he was upon the edge! He closed his eyes; he abandoned himself, but in stinctively loosening the reins and lock ing his legs according to his habit when leaping obstacles. He had a half consciousness of the mo ment when Niniche arose in theair He experienced a sense of relief: it was fin ished! He forced himself neither to hear, to see nor to breathe, but he bent his spine as one who awaits a volley of blows from a cudgel! He fell, he bounded, he rolled! How long it was, that bounding and roll ing; and then—that dull noise of a shock upon hard ground that he heard! “Tam swooning,” hethought. ‘‘]lam”— 1S a woman of fashion herself, although deeply immersed in business affairs, and is a close and keen observer. Moreover, she visits the European capitals annually, and thus has pecuhar opportunity to form an opinion. Shesays: ‘‘The reign of Paris as fashion queen is over, and in my opinion will never return. Why? Because London and New York have obtained a supremacy which they will never relinquish. Finer dresses are made for court wear in London than anything now called for in Paris. For street wear who can equal an English ladies’ tailor? And cence of their wardrobe. Ona visit to a friend’s house they appear each evening and, favored by exceptional physiques that lend majesty to costliest costumes, and with a bloom and vigor far past the turning point in other women, our English aristocratic lady cousins are by no means second to the French.”—Home lightly in little eddies in the transparent clearness of the atmosphere or lifted his rending and tearing throughout his body He remembered that he had fallen upon the railroad—undoubtedly a train had passed, a train that had cut him in two. All his ideas were clouded—a mist be’ fore his eyes—but he was peaceful and comfortable, very comfortable—he wished to remain thus always—always—he knew no more! Meanwhile he had come to himself again bluish smoke of the cigarette mounting head to examine the windows of the houses to. surprise a pair of eyes that contem plated him a hand that drew aside a cur tain. and he was happy at the little effect produced by his passage Impelled by force of habit, he had taken the road to the quarters He perceived it presently and smiled contemptuously: nevertheless continued his route He de. sired to'see for the last time the beings and things familiar to him He saluted with the tips of his fingers the sentry who presented arms, gave an amicable good day to the sous officer on guard. a man of his own squadron, made the tour of the barracks without dismounting, threw a glance into the stables, directed the officer of the day to remit some punishments that he had inflicted the evening befczse, passed to the gate, leaped it and turned. and swept the building with a gaze of adieu Only then did his héart sink, and, fear ing the trouble that his mare to weakness the forest. the invaded trot, seeking him, he put to fly his He had resumed the way to before long he was in the woods Raysof sunlight filtered through out the leaves, designing the shadows of the trees and branches upon the brownish earth Drops of the night’s rain still pearled upon the grasses. . Capt Randon brought his horse to a walk ‘‘Ihere is plenty of time,” he thought, and allowed himself to go dream ing idly. soothed by the freshness of the morning breeze In the meantime he had passed into a wide, sandy alley—‘‘the training alley,” as he remembered, of the barracks; he had traveled two kilometers at a jump head to foot—a sensation of About him was a whispering of voices, as about a cofiln. ‘It is the interment—-I am dead—now!” he thought, a pleasure Suddenly frightful and the he conclusion gave him felt himself pulling rent cious agonies cacked him his harassed lifted—a vitals—atro. him, tore and ‘He strove to cry out—**My ——,” the words strangled in his throat! For the second time he knew he was dead. — From “If this is the French. your final chagrin, as he said, Miss with picked up ill his hat and turned to go, ‘‘l can do nothing but submit Yet, has it ever occurred,to you that when a lady passes the age of 387 she is not likely to find herself as much sought after ‘Tt occurred by desirable she once was?” to me young with men of Homicidal sudden end Inms:nity ‘Have you had much expenence this form of insanity. doctor?” with ““‘Many and many a case’ | remember ouce being visited by a gardener He her neck. He was talking her at the time and had the his hand By a tremendous Randou felt the same desire coming over him, and each time it grew stronger, and at last he was regularity of a pendulum' absolutely content—content with the pride of a resolution well and firmly taken He was happy even to find himself calm and proud of his bravery At the end of the alley he traversed a wide clearing. and a hundred meters fur ther stopped Behind a tall hedge near by, a stone’s throw from the highway. not more, the line of the railway ran; the descent that led to it was perpendicniai and covered with: pebbles and jagged points of stone. Pale as don observed it, a strange a corpse, emotion Ran- hold ing him, his legs weakening beneath him. He made a half turn, threw his anima! upon her haunches and advanced again. but ata walk There was plenty of time. Niniche was afraid of atree that had fallen across her route, and plunged violently A little more and Randon had Been dismounted. It wasa painful sur prise to him Be ‘‘Chut!” he cried, ‘‘what is the matter with me? Can I ride no more?’ And, afraid of being afraid, he stiffened him. self anew and began to pet and soothe her —less to calm his animal, perhaps, than to reassure himself “Gently, Mamie, gently; no precipitation. Easy, my girl, easy. Thou shalt have thy gallop by and by.” Again he stopped and made a half turn; again hesitated; for the desire to wheel, the desire to fly and turn no mure had come upon him strongly; but only for an instant. Then quickly—unwilling to allow himself a moment to reflect, a mo: ment. to regret—he rose in his stirrups, bent his body forward, and—the race began! . The wind cut his face, tears wet his eyelashes, but still he went with dizzying rapidity, the trunks of the trees passing him like specters. Nothing was clear or distinct—nothing but a vague, confused impression that it was his life thus flying from him in fragments. But still he went, and now it was the. noise of a.horse that he believed he heard, pursuing him. He turned in the saddle— nothing—the noise was nothing but the noise of the pebbles that Niniche’s fiying feet cast behind her.. But this idea that a horse pursued him pleased his fancy, set it going, and immediately he imagined. himself upon the ‘‘track” and making the last grand round He hurried the pace of his mount. The circuit of the clearing had twice been passed; the gait was frightful, but the hedge was before him; behind the hedge—he divined it without seeing it— the vrecivice. with its iazwed rocky sides! frained Several times JONN A. HAMILTON, THE Tent MOST DON’T Heavy PAY Interest when you can borrow MONEY At Low Rates and on Easy Terms of SALT LAKE CITY. Cor. Main and Second South Sts., in White House Building. RELIABLE DUNN Manufacturer IN UTAZ. 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The books are full cf such cases, and they are not confined to men, either. Women have figured quite as prominently. One French woman, between 1853 and 1857, murdered over twenty people She used poison in every i@stance, and her victims included rélutives, neighbors, physicians and nuns She attended a number of her victims while they were on their deathbeds and gave every evidence of being deeply affected Perhaps she was. Of. course she had no object except an insane desire .to see people die. .**This mania is but one of a number, all of which are of the same general family In some cases it is kleptomania, in others @ mania for suicide, in others for murder. and so on "—Dr. William A. Hammond in New York World. Paris of Leads No Longer. 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