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About The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current | View Entire Issue (April 12, 1933)
> ? April 12. |9'i3 for the keyhole. She wanted all that fra* to Kt*y awirline riifht in her room, and eijiter her lunffa. and force out the <h*ab life from her i-m tty bo4|r.. No other way. Then plnic atrurk her, aa it doe* every victim of aelf-pity who trie* tor end his worth lea* life. What wa* ahe doing 1 ? Thi* wa* life *h4 waa It aving, not merely aomething ahe could order back again.;; No postponement of ; lifef Once it wa* gone, there coukl be no f more. And what waa death? Waa there a hell? Or a heav- n oa 11 .• other aide? Or waa H juat black aenae- leasnea*. a |oul *k|H4d with ita containing ahell? And life; K had been sensuous, ao yea, *o aweet. But had it? - ; N4- Humanity had teamed together to form an intrkarta tMtemt, of civilisation, and that civilisation had *4 'M C -Voure fired!. (.Vt OatT he bgwkC | I i I stifled her to death. Hbd stamped out her life becaui * of one* of its flaws. She waa a martyr. Her life waa anuffedibecaaae of the world’s incongruities. She wa* doomed. AJkd life?} Would have to be lost. It waa the only way. f mind.' so she fisture.' Simply j done it ‘ place { her ao ' ■*P would is corn- dropped her pencil and raced for that atova of tne room. She must get these before thoM grew tting artBe from on the power- Quickly, before ahe could change from this frame ah# gulped the powder, dry. It stung her mouth a littl R ut her lip* to the hydrant and sucked in ita cool fohar to .write-some kind of a note. Who to? To her to |whom ahe owed a month's rent. What to say? that she could not get employment, and that she aa a sacrifice to let one ether person in thi# world take that she might have filled one day. had Hfe not trea muddily. On yes—-and that she hated to muss her and cause the trot^d*. bat would she forgive? Yes, t touch her. To touch a landlady is quite a feat—but mitting suicide. . 1 The powder was acting fast. A dull hum, wh in volume^ abended in her ears. Legs and arms were limp and light. Her head felt like a bubble. She the table, dr other side ful powders worked. She turned on'all f#ur burners, and was greeted faintly-scented gad arising from the iron jets. The were good; the?4worked fast. Sleep and deaths Death and sleep. What was the difference? She mast lie down i§>w, be fore she fell, face down. She rolled her head to one breathe better; to breathe the poisoned air better. .9 not smell it over here yet, but it would come—^-woul She felt pleasantly restful and strangely unreal, as if s floating in the air. The little gas jets were making th4 the his*—the*- . # l If Mr. Berk had not decided to put off his ’phoni tomorrow morning Freida would not have spent the that room where tbe gas fumes were rising, twirling, swirling. But after he decided that he could not ge without the gum-chewing little Freida aa hia stenographer, he delayed in calling her to inform her of hm decision. This change of heart was due to the httempta of hi mking several ncW girls, who showed inferior intellect to Yeida. They could not grasp tbe complicated and entirely different system of his, >could not keep his files straight.’ Mr. Belrk waa a methodical man; be liked to have everything in order. ^Then others failed to measure up to tbe standards of Frei< came to miss his erstwhile secretary, stenographer, at clerk. v It took hint only three days U> discover all this, was for getting a capable worker hack at all speed. But as his hand grasped for that telephone at five o'clock and Fneicla was even then trying the gas jet* decided to wait untjl morning. Another night of fearsoj little wag good, hp thought! Al n enough. And so Mr. Berk drbw hi meat, and ten minutes later Frei dreamless oblivion, to spend the n| gas fumes were swirling. th the »wders tide, to could come. ► were hiss— until :ht in irling, along in certainty would dm morbing would be away from the ins dropping off into that room whete The next thing Freida was conscious,of was a grii doctor working over her laboriously. She awoke with a headache and painftiliy smarting eyes. $luggi*hly, she pulled herself upright on the bed and saw—the sai she bad tried to leave. There was the landlady over by tM sniffling into a handkerchief and kicking tbe rags that undt*- the door into a corner. The doctor worked on. ‘An overdone of some sleeping drug,” he said. 't -faced yvei* fully. rorld door. been IV * mmm Freida pieced the fragments of this scene togeth< gathered that t^ie landlady had smelled the gas and foui there, stifled. Then the doctor had beet summoned, had brought hor bark to life. She fell Hack on the groaned. She gazed at the stove; the gas had been tun Morning sunlight streamed through the windows. The was regarding her in silence, contempt showed on hi She looked at him quizzically, plainly puzzled by her from deadt. How could they bring one back to life fi phyxiation? Ifodern science and medicine Too wonderful, she thought cynically. were woi •rful. i “Very a It was a good job’,, remarked the doctor sarrast -y good, indeed, but you forgot to put the windobrs r