Identifier: scribnersmagazin16newy (find matches)
Title: Scribner's magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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s comment or even vulgargaze. With a sigh he broke the tar-nished frame ; then burned the drawingin his candle-flame, and after it, one byone, a bundle of faded letters. Next,he unfolded his will, to review its termswith satisfaction. The document wasshort, leaving small legacies to friendsand servants—to his beloved brother,Cyriac, the rest. All was as it shouldbe. The residuary legatee would neverwant for creature comforts. Stay, therewas a newer friend, a dear one, still tobe remembered. How should he in-sure himself a place in the memory ofMadame de Berghe? He must giveher something of importance, associ-ated with him, that would convev moreto her than its money-value. His glancefell upon his Memling triptych, faintlyshining through the gloom, the jewel ofhis house ; it should be hers. And hebegan forthwith a letter to Cvriac, ex-pressing this last desire. Teai*s blindedhim as he closed the page with an affec-tionate farewell. But he brushed themaway, filled his pipe and lighted
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When his sorrow had exhausted its violence.—Page 188. it. He was tired, very tired, liewould smoke a little, go to bed oncemore—this time to sleep. He eyed thedevice upon his pipe-bowl, repeating,with a sad smile, the familiar words :God is my Light—Whom shall I fear? There are other w^orlds before me, hecontinued, gently, The hand of death isGods hand ; let Him lead me where Hewill. While Sebald smoked thus at hiswriting-table, leaving the blurred letterstill unfolded, a great calmness cameupon him. He nodded first, thendropped into a doze, from which he wasaroused by a slight sound—the closingof a door in the room above. But thatwas his OAvn chamber. Who could bestirring there at this hour of the night?Were there thieves in the house? Helistened until a step, very stealthilymade, assured him that he had not mis-taken. Then, with great precaution, heclimbed the short staircase, and on itsupper landing paused in mute bewilder-ment. There was no lamp in thechamber ; but the moo

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