The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE TELL-TALE H EART The SCENE represents the interior ofa millage of same þretenszbm, though (077115060/??}ושש [The CURTAIN Vises—MARTIN knock: the ashes from his long churchmen/den þzþe on tah/e].—JACKsitting on table] MARTIN. I think I’ll go round to the Blue Cow, Jack, for my night-cape [Going tum: : hand on JACK'S shun/den] I‘ve been thinking, lad, we must all die, and them as is old thinks a mort about it, jacki—never {earl I’ve been thinking, lady Jack Adams has been a son to me, and more than a son ]ACK. Why, no! Father, it’s me that is glad you bid me call you so. MARTIN. More than a son, and a kind, kind son, lad! Thinks I, I’ll see Lawyer Brown to-morrow, and tie up my little bit so that no one shall touch it after me but my dear lad, Jack Adams. jACK. No, no, Father! we’ll talk ο’ that this twenty years hence. Will you take the lantern, Father? the nights are main dark. MARTIN. Ay, lad, I will ; [turns away .' JACK’S who/'e manner changes, and HE fol/0705 MARTIN with a farting look of hate. MARTINgets and lights [autem ; when HE tams, JACK z': again all 51nz'le5]—and do you see to the shutters. I hear a—many Ι33