Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1885-08-14
LOCKED IN A VAULT.
IN Eighty Minutes Imprisonment
With the Dead.

AS | was walking through Boston
Common one morning, | met a man
in the grand vista of the park. Though
ON my walk l am generally lost in
thought, the countenance of this man
Mt once attracted my attention. His
eyes were dim and his gray hair fell
carclessly over his shoulders. While
his eyes and hair seemed to be those of
man of sixty, his whole appearance
showed him to be hardly thirty years
old. He was evidently an American
at least to Judge from his face, for the
rhysiognomy of an American is I'M
mstakable. He was certainly man
who had seen great deal of the
world.
This man has had an cventful life. "
said |, in Il scarcely audible tone:
chow would like to know the history
Of it,"
'lf that is So" said voice at nv
side, VIII ch | at once recognized as
that of my friend, Mr.. A., Il can tell
YOU the history of this man, and |
should be surprised if you knew man
whose history can compare with his. "
do you k W him, thcnpn
81 do not know him personally, but
am acquainted with a very peculiar
event in his life. was in Paris at the
tine when lis corpse was buried. ~
"Buriedp"
"Wcll, not strictly speaking, but
still, something of the kind. If YOU
Lave half hour to spare let us take a
seat on that bench, and | will tell you
the story which created a great sensa-
ton in Paris several years ago"
The following is the story, as related
to Inc by my friend:
In room in Paris which had but
one viii dow sat three persons. Mon
s.eur Dorinc was reading the Journal
DIES DeJdtS, his back turned to the sofa.
on which sat Mademoiselle Dorine and
II Young American gentleman. The
joyful countenance of the latter showed
plainly in what relationship he was to
the Dorino family. There was on this
afternoon no happier person in all
Paris than Philip Wentworth. Life for
Inn was so full of Joy that he almost
feared the next day might bring a
change. What more could the future
bring him. But what could it not rob
him OFF The greatest JOY is always
coupled with sadness, with certain
indcscrlbable prcsentimeut of evil.
Wentworth felt this strange feeling
come over him, as he pressed the hand
OF Julia Dorine to his lips and took his
leave.
Monsieur Dorine laid aside the paper
and approached him. "If the house
answers to Mr. Cherbonneau's descrlp-
ton" said he, 81 advise you to buy it
without delay. | would like to ac-
company you, Philip, but | must con-
fess am too much grievcd at the loss
of my little bird to help you in choos-
ing cage. Meanwhile do not forget
that the last train returns at five
O'Clock. We have tickets, you know,
for Sardou's new comedy, which is
to be played tomorrow evening"
The next morning the train brought
Ihilip wentworth to charming little
town in the vicinity of Paris. A beau
full vista half mile long led to the
villa of Mr.. CherbOnneau. The youno
man walked from one room to the
other, then visited the stable, the beau
l.lul lawn in front of the house, the
lncly little wood, and after he had
dircl with Mr.. Cherbonncau, settled
the purchase, and wendell his steps to
the depot in order to be in time for the