The Star Gives Me a Thought

I decided to kill myself that night. I had firmly determined to do so two months before. And poor as I was I bought a splendid revolver that very day and loaded it. But two months had passed, and it was still lying in my drawer. Why? I don't know. So for two months every night that I came home I thought I would shoot myself. And so now the star gave me a thought. I made it my mind that it should certainly be that night. The street was empty, and there was scarcely anyone to be seen. A cab man was sleeping in the distance in his cab. It was a child of eight with a kerchief on her head, wearing