Daily Yellowstone journal., 1884-05-25
TWO NOTED AUTHORS.


Capt. Wayne Reid moved up from his
country place near Ross, in Hereford
shire, TO London, where he died. Il wsa
his custom to come TO London during
what is called the season" and he gen.
orally occupied rooms in the Lsngham
hotel or lodgings in Bloomsbury. But
che move ! speak of was caused by in
nreasing iniirmity, and he came up to
London to get the benefit of the expert
medical attendance which the metrop.
oils afforded him, and it was the last
move he ever made. In . scrap.book !
have Just turned up the letter which he
wrote to me. After speaking of some
personal matters he said:
II am helpless as child; CON pletely
crippled and cannot move from my
chair. Come mp and see me, for can
now grimly say my friends will always
find me at home. Ihave taken fur
nished house at II Bloomfield road,
with a pleasant bit of garden at the
back. Things are all in confusion so
far, but II you come I'll not make you
set out our supper - when the bell
rope broke at Bedford street. II The
Free Press with that Chepultepec
article is not out of print would be
very much obliged for o few more
copies. My stock is exhausted.
"Your friend,
"MAYNE REID.
"P. S.-Come up tonight; II Bloom.
field road, right hand Of canal. Bus
from Charing Cross passes end Of
street. m. X.
The writing is in heavy hand, big,
upright letters, six words to page"
Is the printers used to say. The bell
rope incident be spoke of referred to
visit paid him at his lodgings at Bed.
ford street, when with military
impotence that WAS characteristic OF
him he gave q jerk to the bell.rope
which hung with its big tassel by the
side. of the e.place, and the wire
snapped at the ceiling. The captain.
who was sitting in big armchair with
his right foot heavily swathed on a
common chair before him, and glass
Of favorite hot tipple at his elbow,
said:
.Al Communications with the enemy
are now cut of. The garrison will be
stormed If you do not form yourself
into q forlorn hope and go down into
the kitchen and get help. You see. the
rest Of the army is in the hospital"
just O. ! had volunteered TO 20 for
help the captain remembered that the
supplies were in the huge mahogany
sidebosrd ct che end of the room, and
so he sat there and directed the ex.
ploring party while l followed his di.
rsctions. and soon had Q most excellent
cold lunch spread ont ON the table, un.
corked Q couple of bottles Of Bass, and
thus was starvation once more STAYED Of
On getting the letter ! have quoted
above, made up parcel of The Free
Presses that Capt Reid wanted and
walked up the ever busy Strand 10
Charing Cross.
do you know where Bloomfield
road isy" I asked the first bus con.
ductor.
Pass the end of il, sir" he replied,
and without more ado climbed to the
top.
Bloomfield road proved to be long
way out TO the west. We went past the
National gallery, NJ Regent street,
along Oxford street, past the Marble
Arch, that might be ebony for al the
smoke of London has left OF its white
ness: along the north side Of Hyde park
and Kensingtou gardens through Bays
water; over one railway and under an.
other: past the triangular green spot
near Shepherds. Then into the Tx
bridge road, when the bus man hauled
up and said:
Bloomfield road, sir"
got of and speedily found No. IL
q one Of row Of terrace houses with
very little indications Of 0 pleasant
garden Ut the back or canal Of either
hand. i rang, and Q frowsy girl sp-
peared at the door.
Capt. Reid, sir? No. sir, don't live
ere, sir. No, never heard Of i'm.
sir"
"Do you mean Mr.. Reade, the gu
thor" said voice from the parlor, and
the next moment the lady of the house
appeared at the parlor door.
Les, Il dusWcIcu.
well, he lives in that large square
brick house ct the corner Of Bloomfield
road, facing the Uxbridse road"
thanked the lady and left.
The corner house stood in large
garden that was completely surrounded
10y a high brick wall. A ring at the
bell brought q middle. aged servant to
the door, who looked rather sour and
,uspiciously at me. and kept my card
sind of at arms length, as IL we're. as
# i were not at all the sort OF person
that she approved of, and that really
they had no old clothes or broken
victuals to give away. Ny bundle of
papers seemed 10 add to my unpromis.
ing appearance. She said, snllenly:
"Mr. Reade is not feeling well to-
day. He is not seeing any one to-
dav."
III know that ! said, rather shortly.
"But Mr.. Reid sent for me, and il you
take that card to him I guess you'll find
he'll sec me-"
She shut the door in my face, and
was ct Q loss whether to 20 or stay.
lust ss I turned TO go away the door
opened again and she asked me to come
N. but I could see that her good
opinion Of me had not increased in the
interval. I was shown into room that
was half parlor and half reception
room. The next moment ! heard
.lippered step come shutting along the
unexpected hall, and o middle-sized old
man. with short and thick gray beard,