You’ll come
along of me, for you’re under arrest, too. F. “Where
would you like to go? Are you hungry?”
“No. I’ve thought that out, and you must make
up your mind to it. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my
wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. “And to think that it’s not
a full year ago since I was a black-hearted rebel school-girl, distressed, puzzled,
perplexed, not understanding that this great force of love was bursting its way
through me! All those nameless discontents—they were no more than love’s
birth-pangs. She lit
the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. I haven’t murdered any one, or broken the law in any way that I
know of. I could resist the tempter now, I am strong in health,—in mind. Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain
letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves,
cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record
of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;"
accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam.
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