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,THE,EVEN1NG’GAZETTE
THE OLD BACHELOR.
“What is an o.d bachelor-i”
His Licencss is ma le ’
To top ir of (2d scissors
With only one blade.
Or a l ipened cucu’n‘ibcr .
Long since gone ‘0 seed:
A tree that is sl' adelcss.
A flowerless weed.
Agrumbler wiih gout.
. A cynical wag,
A timepiece without
A manspring; a stag.
Th , last rose of summer.
Cha'np gne flat and stale.
A faded o d chroma,
A hoople= s old pail. . .
Cold c ffee grown musty,
Or s orage kept fruit.
A hater of children.
A surly old brute.
HEPZIBAH.
The room had been still for a long
while; only the even, monotonous
splash of the outgoing tide, and now
and again a restless, unconscious
movement of the dying woman in the
bed, disturbed the stillness of the
night.
In the big arm chair by the bedside,
in the light of the lamp, sat a gaunt
woman, angular and haggard, with
thin, compressed lips, yellow skin,
light eyes and dead straw-colored hair
drawn tightly back from her fore-
head and twisted into an uncomprom-
ising knot at the nape of the neck.
She had watched for many weary
nights now beside that bed, but still
her eyes were wide and watchful,
and her attitude alert. She counted
each fluttering breath of the girlish
form beneath the sheet. she noted
each quiver of the unconscious eye-
lids. ,
The night wore _on, and with the
coming of the gray dawn, a wind
arose, moaning round the little
house, and shaking the fastenings of
the sick room window. ,
The dying woman stirred; she
moaned; then slowly opened her
eyes. Grcat sad blue eyes—like a
child in trouble. She fixed them
upon the watcher in the chair with a
pathetic look of entreaty.
“Hepzibah!” The pale lips just
formed the whispered word.
The gaunt woman rose hastily and
bent over her. '
“Hepzibah—~you have been very
good to me—”
’A‘ painful pause, breathing was so
diflicult. ~
“Am I dying now?”
The woman bending over her made
no response, but tears gathered in
her hard eyes, her thin lips quivered.
“No, you need not tell me. I know
I am. I can feel it. Hepzibah—you
have been so good to me. There is
something that-you must do—for me
—-when I .am gone—”
Hepzibah bent over her, waiting,
watchful. '
The dying girl raised one feeble
hand, pointing toward the old bu-
reau in the corner of the room.
“There—in the third drawer on the
left—a packet—letters—will you bring
them to me?”
Hepzibah brought over to her a lit-
tle ,bundle, tied round with faded
pink ribbon.
The young woman fingered it lov-
ingly, wistfully.
“They are Jack’s letters~my Jack,
Hepzibah! When I am gone, I trust
you to burn them for me. Tom
must never know. Poor Tom—he has
been a good husband to me; but I
loved Jack first—only he was so wild
—I did not know that he cared for
me. And he went away in a temper
—and I married Tom. But when
Jack came back from sea last time,
I—I found out how much he cared.
It was terrible—and I loved him so!
Then he was drowned-my poor
Jack—”
A weak sob choked her broken
whispering.
“Promise me you will burn them,
Hepzibah, for Tom’s sake—”
“Dear, I promise.”
“You have been so good to me, so
patient with me. When I am gone
you will be good to poor Tom.”
A dull red flush overspread the eld-
er woman‘s face. She turned her
head into the shadow.
“I will do what I can, Nellie,” she
responded in a smothered voice.
“Call Tom now, I feel I am going
soon—going, I feel so cold—so numb.”
Hepzibah‘ hastily left the room. She
was back in an instant, followed by
a stout, ruddy-faced man of about 50.
He stepped softly to the bed, and
_took the dying woman’s hand in his
big grasp.
- “Come, Nell, my lass, you must
a brave heart.
soon.”
voice.
Nellie looked at him with a faint
smile; she raised the big band in
which her own was imprisoned, to
her lps. Then, exhausted by her re-
cent efforts, she closed her eyes, and
bear
We’ll have you better
There were tears in his cheery
seemed to sleep. Presently she
strated violently; her eyes opened in
terror“
“The letters! You will burn them,
Hepzibah—”
Tom turned to Hepzibah wondering-
ly. He thought the delirium had re-
turned.
“What letters does she mean?”
Hepzibah was silent; she averted
her eyes. Then— ‘
“She means her dead mother’s let-
ters,” she replied in a steady voice.
cThe dying woman looked her grati-
tude for the saving lie. There was a
silence again, and a solemn sense of
waiting in the room. At last Nellie
made a faint movement with her
hand. - ' '
The tide was nearly out. Beyond
the sun was rising in golden splendor,
making a. glittering pathway across
the waves, straight to the cottage win-
dow. The night wind had softened
into a warm breeze. It came wafted
in, mingling with the salt of the sea—
thoughts of her dress.
eyes were dull. with misery.
with the scent of the flowers in the
little garden below.
Nellie’s big, sad eyes took in all the
beauty of the morning, then they
gently closed.
So Nellie Thurgood, Tom Thur-
good's young wife died, and was bur-
ied in the little churchyard by the
sea; and the tide came in and the
tide went out, through the long sum-
mer. days and nights, and peaceful
order reigned in the little cottage, for
Hepzibah was a notable housekeeper;
and Tom was grateful to her in a
dull, impersonal way. His heart was
buried in a newly made grave on the
cliff side, and nothing seemed real to
him but that. .
Hepzibah watched him from under
her White eyelashes, and kept silent;
but- his pipe was always ready for
him when he came indoors, and his
favorite food simmered on the hob.
Hepzibah’s hair grew brighter as
the days went on; her cheeks had
a comely blush; she began to take
She bought a
blue gingham gown in the village, and
muslin handkerchiefs for her neck.
Her voice took a softer note. She be-
gan to sing about her work.
But Tom Would sit in the church-
yard throughthe long summer twi-
light, and when he came in to his sup-
per his feet dragged wearily, and his
“You should not grieve so,” said
Hepzibah, softly, one night after sup-
per. She was knitting‘in the firelight;
her head was bent over her work.
Tom woke as from a dream;
looked at her with unseeing eyes.
“Ah! it’s well to say that to a man
whose heart is breaking!”
His voice grew husky, he turned
away hishead to the fire.
“But you shouldn’t grieve as one
without hope. Time must soften a
bit—you have your life before you.”
Tom laughed a short, bitter laugh,
not good to hear.
“She was all I had-my Nellie. The
apple of my eye. Wha't good’s life to
me now? Such pretty ways he had,
too,” he went on musingly; “such
loving tender ways—”
Hepzibah’s needles flashed in the
firelight.
“There are other women in the
world as fond as .Nellie,” she said
softly, with her eyes on her knitting.
There was a long silence in the
room. The fire flickered; a cinder
fell on the hearth. Hepzibah could
hear her heart throbs; she slowly
lifted her eyes to the man’s face. ‘
He was not looking at her at all,
but at :1 china shepherdess upon the
little table against the wall. His
eyes were troubled, he was trying to
remember.
“My Nellie did not keep that on
there. No, it was on the mantelpiece,
here, that she had it.”
He brought the ornament over, dust-
ing it with his handkerchief.
“We must keep the things as she
left them, Hepzibah,” he said. But
Hepzibah had slipped out of the door
into the summer darkness.
She rested her arms on the little
gate, and stood looking far out to sea.
Her face shone white and ghostly in
the dimness. She shivered in the
warm air.
“You dead woman—you Nellie,” she
whispered tensely, “why will you not
give him up to me? You have your
Jack, you do not want him—and I—
011, my God!”
~A great teal-less sob choked her; the
he
shimmering waves mocked her; her
face hardened.
“\V'hy should I not tell him! I shall
do you no harm. How can one hurt
the dead! You are asleep in the
churchyard; and I love him—I tell
you 'I love him!”
The man was sitting smoking mood-
ily, gazing into the glowing fire, when
Hepzibah glided in and stood behind
his chair.
“Tom, I can’t bear that you should
grieve so. She wasn’t worthy of a
love like yours.”
“Hepzibah!”
“I have thought you ought to know
—” she faltered, “because I can’t bear
to see you spoilin’ your life for love of
her—her who did not love you at all,
but Jack.” ‘ .
“Woman! what do you mean?
What lies are you telling me?”
“It’s true. Don’t you remember her
calling out about the ‘letters’ the night
she died? She. gave me a packet-—
Jack’s letters to her.”
“My God! Give them to me!”
“You must not mind so much, Tom."
“The letters!”
Hepzibah laid the packet on the ta-
ble, and crept away up the staircase
to her room. , .
The still hours passed by. Night
waned, but Hepzibah, wild-eyed and
numb, crouched by the bed, straining
her ears for any sound from below.
An hour before dawn came the
sound of a chair scraping on the flag-
ged floor; then drawers were opened
and shut; his footsteps echoed to and
fro. Then silence and the scratching
of a pen.
“It grew unbearable. Dishevelled,
wan, fearful, she crept down the
stairs and peered in.
Tom Thurgood sat at the table,
writing by the dim candle light. He
had on his rough pilot’s coat; a bun-
dle tied in a red handkerchief rested
beside him. '
Hepzibah’s broken cry aroused him.
He rose and came toward her.
“I’m going away, back to sea again,”
he said gravely. “You’re welcome to
the cottage and the bits of furniture.
There’s no home for me now—the ‘
place would kill me. Get back to bed ‘
woman. Goodby, there, go!” 1
He turned back to his writing and
the room was quiet again. Presently
he threw down his pen and passed his
inky fingers through his hair.
“The wind moans terrible tonight,”
he said. '
It was Hepzibah above, crying for
her lost Paradise.——Chapman’s Maga-
zine.
.,
If a man knew he
was going to be hanged,
he would certainly
make every effort to
prevent it. He would
do everything he could
. and strain every nerve
to the last minute to
get himself out of his
predicament. Men
have been saved from
hanging after the rope
was around their necks.
There are ways of dying
that are not so quick
that are even more cer-
tain. The man who
neglects his health, and
who in sickness refuses
to take medicine, really
has the rope of disease
. around his neck. He
will die if he doesn’t
throw it ofi. A man
who would struggle
against hanging may
yet be careless about
his health. He may be
traveling straight to-
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... . , ' __~_l no attention to it,
‘ and yet death by. con-
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Receipt Found for the $200,000 Awarded
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'An interesting old document was
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“in consideration of his services and
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The document is old faded and badly
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THE JESTERS’ CHORUS.
She—Did you know that Maud has
a dark room on purpose for proposals?
He——Well, rather. I developed a
negative there myself last night.—
Comic Home Journal.
—-———
Student—Last year I had six new
suits made for me.
Friend—I didn’t suppose that there
were so many tailors in town—Flie-
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“It always depresses me greatly to
meet a bicycle scorcher.”
“Why so?”
“I hate to see a man’s legs work so
much better than his brain.”—Chi— .
cago Record.
Edith—You seem very chilly to
Harry lately.
Margaret—I am. He asked me for
a kiss. Why didn’t the simpleton take
one and then apologize like a gentle-
man?——Dctroit Free Press. _
Stern Patient—You must understand
sir, that I want my daughter to have
as good a home after marriage as she
had before, sir.
Jack Bluflington—Well, you’re not
going to sell out, are you?—~Bufialo
News.
“They say that domestic grapes are
so cheap that it doesn’t pay to gather
them.” '
“I’m sorry to hear it.”
“Are you a dealer?”
“No, I’m a surgeon.”—Cleveland
Plain-Dealer.
Wilbey—You smoke a heap of ciga-
rettes, don’t you?
Maybey—Yes, I smoke a lot of them.
Wilbey—How many boxes do you
smoke a day?
Maybey—Excuse me, 1 don’t smoke
the boxes.—Roxbury Gazette.
“Oh, yes,” said the pretty Chicago-
ese with a puzzled smile. “She’s a
nice girl, but I never know how. to
talk to those New England people.”
“Why?”
“Oh, they seem to take marriage so
seriously.”—Detroit News.
Mother—If you marry Howard, it
must be on the elopement plan. I can-
not be bothered with a wedding.
Daughter—How perfectly lovely!
There won’t be any wedding presents
to~ make life a burden. We will elope
tomorrow—Detroit Free Press.
Weary Walkep—Say, wot makes you
breathe So kind 0’ jerky?
Born Tired—Ain’t you on to that?
.Weary Walker—Naw, I. ain’t. Wot
ISvit?
Born Tired—It’s ’cause I’m so hu—
mane, that’s ’what it is. I don’t want
to: work both my lungs at once.~
Cleveland Plain-Dealer.
Mr. .Grimsby (who is as gammory
as- he is near eighteen—Dear, dear,
what a sweet little baby. How much
it looks like its- charming mamma.
It’s your little sister, I suppose, my
dear?
Little Janev—No, It ain’t! It belongs
to: our colored laundress.—Cleveland'
«Plain-Dealer.
“I notice your wife didn’t go to the
lakes this summer.”
“No, I couldn’t afiord it.”
“That is what I told my Wife, but
you may remember that she went
just the same.” -
“I'didn’t tell my wife. I got a. ho- '
tel typewriter to address a letter to
me in a nice feminine hand, and then
dropped it out of my pocket at home.
—Cincinnati Enquirer. *
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«sew—-
“John, what do you think of the olec;
tion?” , ,
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cent.” '
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