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Show A -IIIdnlKlit Traicedy. ' H It was neailng the hour of midnight. . ' 'H A taint light was burning In n poorly H fuinlshed loom of a tbrcc-story tcue- ' i H meiit. r H At n tnble In the eontre of the room ' K sat a mnu. Ills thin, nervous fingers : ticmbled as ho eageily road the long ' H expfceted letter. "It Is Just ns well," he i H miirmuicd, ns, Inj lug down tho finished H letter, he took n shining revolver from H his pocket, "It is even better so," H Slowly the hands on the clock ap- H pio.uhcd the mldulglit hour. L H "Almost time." he mutteicd, huskily, F 'H "nud nil will be over. Perhaps It Is for i H the best; she she will never knowl" H Then a pause ns his grizzled locks sank jH low on the table. t M One two three minutes pnsscd si- M leutly away. Then, n low, wnlllng cry M was boine up on tho night wind i M tluough the open window. Agnln It ' M wns lepealed nuilagalu tho cry reached vjS M tbp pais of the desperate mnu. "Now, M now Is the time," he oiled ns the slow, i M uiuslcnl bell of the clock stiuck 12, and ' H selIug the revolver he strode heavily ! 'M to the w Indow. U Again that low, mournful cry was M w lifted on the nlr. M "Bniig! Bang!" Then deathly si- lonce. ' H The next morning nn old gray cat M was found dead Iu tho allej. Biooklyn H i:agle. |