Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1884-08-24
TWO NOTED AUTHORS.


capt. Mayne ieid moved up from his
country place near Ross, in Hereford.
shire, to London, where he died II wss
his custom to come to London during
what is called the "season," and he gen.
orally occupied rooms in the Langham
hotel or lodgings in Bloomsbury. But
the move speak of was caused by in.
nreasing infirmity, and he came up to
London to get the benefit of the expert
medical attendance which the metrop.
oils afforded him, and il 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:
Il am helpless as child; CON pletely
crippled and cannot move from my
chair. Come up and see me, for can
now gr.mly say my friends will always
lind ME at home. Ihave taken fur.
nished house at L. Bloomfield road,
with pleasant bit of garden at the
back. Things are all in confusion so
far, but if you come Ill not make you
set out our supper as when the bell
rope broke at Bedford street. II The
Free Press with that Chepultepec
article is not out Of print / would DO
very much obliged for few more
copies. My stock is exhausted.
"Your friend.
"M,ySE REID.
"P. S.-Come up tonight; II Bloom.
field road, right hand Of canal. Bus
from Charing Cross passes end Of
street. m. H."
The writing is in heavy hand, big,
upright letters, six words TO page"
as the printers used TO say. The bell
rope incident he spoke of referred to a
visit paid him at his lodgings at Bed.
ford street, when with semi-military
Impotence that was characteristic of
him he gave jerk to the bell-rope
which hung with its big tassel by the
side OF the fire. place, and the wire
snapped at the ceiling. The captain.
who was sitting in big a armchair with
his right foot heavily swathed on a
common chair before him, and glas,
of favorite bot tipple at his elbow,
said:
All communications with the enemy
are now cut of. The garrison will be
stormed II you do not form yourself
into forlorn hope and go down into
the kitchen and get help. You see, the
rest of the army is in the hospital"
Just as ! had volunteered to 60 for
help the captain remembered that the
supplies were in the huge mahogany
sideboard az the end OF the room, ami
so he sat there and directel the ey-
ploring party while followed his d.
rections, and soon had most excellent
cold lunch spread out on the table, I'M
.orked a couple of bottles OF Bass, and
thus was starvation once more STAYED Off
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 to
Charing Cross.
"Do You know where Bloomfield
road Isl" l asked the first bus con-
ductor.
Pass the end OF it, sir, lie 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 galleD, NJ Regent street,
along Oxford street, past the Marble
Arch, that might be ebony for all the
smoke of London las left OF its white
ness; along the north side Of HYDE park
and Kensington gardens; through Bays
water; over one railway and under an
other: past the triangular green spot
near Shepherd's. Then into the Tx
bridge road, when the bus man hauled
up and said:
Bloomfield road, sir"
/ go. off and speedily found No. IL
as one of row of terrace houses with
very little indications Of pleasant
garden at the back or canal at either
hand. 1 rang, and frowsy girl ap-
peared at the door.
Capt. Reid, sirY No sir, don't live
ere, sir. No, never heard Of i'm,
sir"
"Do you mean Mr.. Reade. the au-
thor said voice from the parlor, and
the next moment the lady Of the house
appeared at the parlor door.
"Yes," answered.
We'll, he lives in that large square
brick house at the corner Of Bloomfield
road, facing the Uxbridge road"
thanked the lady and left
The corner house stood in large
garden that was completely surrounded
by high brick wall. A ring at the
bell brought a middle. aged servant to
the door, who looked rather sour and
,uspiciously at me. and kept my card
kind of at arms length, as it were. a.
if | were not at all the sort OF person
that she approved Of and that really
they had no old clothes or broken
yictuals to give away. Ny bundle OF
papers seemed to add to my unpromis.
ing appearance. She said, sullenlv:
"Mr Reade is not feeling well to.
day. He is not seeing AM one to.
day."
~ know that" said, rather shortly.
"But Mr.. Reid sent for me, and II you
take that card to him I guess you'll find
he'll see me-"
She shut the door in my face, and
was ut loss whether 10 go or stay
Just as / turned to go away the door
opened again and SHE asked me to come
in, but / could see that her good
opinion of me had not increased in The
interval. ! Twas shown into room that
was half parlor and half reception.
room. The next moment I heard q
slippered step come shutting along the
unexpected hall, and middle-sized old
man, with short and thick gray beard.