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THE CUBE OE JOHN DOUGLAS
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create a new type for generations to come, the excusable killer of men, women and children — to turn a lot of wild beasts loose in our midst. Let us judge Douglas as a murderer and put ourselves in the frame of mind that was his when he threatened to kill his old friend Briston. No matter how much he has been actuated by high motives on other occasions, he deliberately poisoned himself until his instincts were no better than those of the vilest criminals in history. We may be straining to reach a day when we shall do without the present system of law — that is a matter of evolution — but that day is not here. At the cost of a life dear to many of his friends, this man has vented his hatred, and the cost to him may be the termination of his own existence." Standing up and pointing at the trembling Douglas, Sloane continued menacingly, "If I am any judge of men, there is a guilty one in thought if not in deed."
"I am," Douglas admitted, hoarsely, "I did it, I woke from a deep sleep and found the revolver in my hand. Harry Briston was lying dead on the sofa, I must have killed him. Oh, God ! the misery of it ! "
He broke down, and would have fallen to the floor had Rogers not rushed to his side and sustained him. He sobbed bitterly on the young
physician's shoulder, his whole frame convulsed with emotion, until a new voice was heard :
' ' Enough of this ! ' ' — it was Briston himself, the supposed dead man.
He walked into the room unharmed, and Douglas was stricken with horror and incomprehension.
"Old man," Briston said kindly, as he placed a friendly hand on the frightened man's shoulder, "we used the cautery to cure you, but our treatment was not intended to be a cruel one, for every man here, Sloane included, is your good and loyal friend. I am going to prove my claim by taking you into partnership with me so as to give your mind relief, and, as clubmen, we want to keep you with us as you used to be. When both logic and persuasion failed to bring you to your senses, we put up a job on you by painting my shirtfront, and by placing a gun in your hand while you were sleeping off the last racket, while you had an overdose of the beverage that brings out all the depravity in us.
"Let us go live on the plane
Where friends are not false and effort
not vain, Where we may enjoy in folly and mirth, In happiness that has some value and
worth, Where the errors of environment and
birth Are forgiven. Enough is their pain."
Good Advice
By MINNA IRVING
When things go wrong about the house —
The bread forgets to rise, And little Mamie tears her frock.
And baby Willie cries — Oh, dont sit down and mope, and sigh.
And fret, and worry so, . But dress the kiddies and yourself.
And see a Photoshow.
When all the world looks blue to you,
And work begins to drag — Your head to ache, your heart to sink.
Your appetite to flag — Just lock the door and leave your cares
Behind you as you go, And spend an hour of solid joy
To see a Photoshow.