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his life, taken chisel and mallet 10 bed
with him, aud now, with desperate resolve,
he seized the extraordinary tools of death,
and 10 an instant drove The blade of the chs
ei into his breast


The hair rose upon Shryack's bead, and
fright spread like a sheet Of snow over ais
face.


Kingston Kingston 7 my deer fellow
YOU id rascal. Kingston do YOU want to
have me hung2 Hold on ! don't you die
till | call somebody!


Shryack ran to the door, and called like a
madman to some people across the street.


Halo! here say, you Mister | all
you stupid people make haste over here. or
there'll be a murderr


The people crowded into Kingstons
house.


Don't die, Kingston Don't chisel me
that way DON'T die i'll you tell them
who did it,


did it myself said Kingston.
3 There, that'll do now. my dear fellow,
you may die" replied Shryack, taking a
long breath and wiping the perspiration
from his forehead


And Kingston did die, in this ex:raordin-
ary manner, leaving his fate to be recorded
as a suicide that was almost murder