Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-05-16

aeEe, sill. No. never heard OF i'm. slr.
Do you mean nj i. Reade, the .asl-
5thor? said Is voice from the parlor, 1
and the next moment the lad aof the
house appeared ut the parlor door. 81
es, / answered. y
Well, he lives id that large square
brick house at the corner Of Bloomfield
road, facing the U bridge road ''
Isthanked the l:,tl5 left.
The corner house stood in = large
] garden that was completely sur-
rounded by i high brick wall. a ring
1T the bell bronsyh III i lnidd le-a.ged SER
want TO the door. who looked rather
so,irly and stsspiciousl nj lie and kept
my card kind Of ut arms length, rs it.
were, as ii / were not ut al the sort OF
person that she approved OF and that
really they had no old clothes or bro
ken victuals to give away. My bundle
of papers seemed 10 add to my un-
| promising appearance. She said. sui
lenly: ,4..5. 4 Is. il. s=sE &
| Mr. l.eade is not feeling we'll Itt-s
day. He is not seeing anyone to-day.''
~ know that" said, rather short
Ily. But Mr.. Reade sent for me, and
! if you take that card TO him / guess
You'll find he Il see me. = # u 3s5 n
She shut the door in my face and !
was at loss whether to go or stay.
just as I turned to 80 away the door
opened again and she asked me to
come in. but j could see that her good
opinion Of me had not increased in the
interval I was shown into a room
7 that was half parlor and half reception
i room. The next moment heard q
! slippered step come shuff1ing along the
uncarpeted hall, and middle-sized
old man, with short and thick gray
beard, black silk skull-cap, long
dressing gown with dangling tassels,
stood at the door looking at ME with
h. knit brows over his glasses, as if trying
4 to recoliect me. Then he glanced Al
the card in his hand and said:
: II really have no recos aection''
then paused and looked in 4uiringly al
me over his glasses again. .
Il am afraid Ihave me- lie amistake,' >
I said, II: expected to 8 80 Capt. Mayne
Reid. i was directed Aere.''
..Well,'' said the old gentleman
quietly, II think my neighbors Nigh
: know better than Airect you here. l
it were q man less celebrated thar
, Capt. Mayne Reid I might be tempted
to tell the Duke of Wellington story
My name is Charles Reade."
8 I apologized for my intrusion ant
tried to express my pleasure at so un
expectedly seeing so celebrated man
I! l admit i was rather confused.
should, Of course, have interviewed
!; him then and there, but lost my pres
enceG of mind. As we stood in the hal
I ventured to ask him what the Duk
K Of Wellington story was.
'Oh, no doubt you've heard it," sal
d the author. lit runs something to tn
effect that some one said to the ;Duk
l. that certain Jones had often bee
y taken for him, and the Duke said tina
=. it was rather remarkable, as he ha
never been taken for Jones'"
st Charles Reade saw me to the doc
himself, and that was the first and las
IF time I ever saw him. Thinking owe
the matter l could not help wonderin
e. at his mild anu gentle manner an
soft, low voice, for Judging by th
somewhat rabid letters he had. write
/ would have expected him to be
, loud-mouthed, irritable d man of til
- style of Anthony Trollope.
Id The next evening [ found Cap
is Mayne Reid snugly quartered at h
l. house in the north of London, No. !
It Bloomfield Road, Maiden Hill, and
r. he had added those last two words
ID the address I would probably new
lie have seen Mr. Charles Reade.-Lui
s. Sharp IN Detroit Free Press.