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72 A SHABBY GENTEEL STORY<br />

"Unhand me, Runt; he's going to kill himself! It's for me!<br />

I know it is—I will go to him ! Andrea, my Andrea !" And the<br />

fat lady was pushing for the opposite side of the way, when suddenly<br />

the second-floor window went clattering up, and Fitch's pale head<br />

was thrust out.<br />

He had heard a scream, and had possibly been induced to open<br />

the window in consequence ; but by the time he had opened it he<br />

had forgotten everything, and put his head vacantly out of the<br />

window, and gazed, the moon shining cold on his pale features.<br />

" Pallid horb!" said Fitch, " shall I ever see thy light again ?<br />

Will another night see me on this hearth, or view me, stark and<br />

cold, a lifeless corpse ?" He took his pistol up, and slowly aimed<br />

it at a chimney-pot opposite. Fancy the fat lady's sensations, as<br />

she beheld her lover standing in the moonlight, and exercising this<br />

deadly weapon.<br />

" Make ready—present—fire!" shouted Fitch, and did instantaneously,<br />

not fire off, but lower his weapon. "<strong>The</strong> bolt of<br />

death is sped !" continued he, clapping his hand on his side. " <strong>The</strong><br />

poor painter's life is over ! Caroline, Caroline, I die for thee !"<br />

" Runt, Runt, I told you so !" shrieked the fat lady. " He is<br />

dying for me, and Caroline's my second name."<br />

What the fat lady would have done more, I can't say ; for<br />

Fitch, disturbed out of his reverie by her talking below, looked out,<br />

frowning vacantly, and saying, " Ulloh ! we've hinterlopers 'ere !"<br />

suddenly banged down the window, and pulled down the blinds.<br />

This gave a check to the fat lady's projected rush, and disconcerted<br />

her a little. But she was consoled by Miss Runt, promised<br />

to return on the morrow, and went home happy in the idea that<br />

her Andrea was faithful to her.<br />

Alas, poor fat lady ! little did you know the truth. It was<br />

Caroline Gann Fitch was raving about ; and it was a part of his<br />

last letter to her, to be delivered after his death, that he was spouting<br />

out of the window.<br />

Was the crazy painter going to fight a duel, or was he going to<br />

kill himself ? This will be explained in the next chapter.

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