The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-02-27
ToWsoNFoWN, Md, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 27 1886

from the sarcophagus. always did be-
lieve in cremation
Don't jest, Herbert; can't marry
you. His voice from the tomb reminds
me of my duty. We must part
Il had no idea you were so supersti-
tious, Emily. There is somebody try
ing to blackmail you
Il think 1 had better retire to some
convenient monastery, after having sold
my property. You may be happy with
some other woman replied Emily.
Hello! this is getting Ser i-o-us as
Ko Ko says. I'll see Inspector Byrnes
about this. I guess he can find out who
writes these post-mortem letters, and
the writer will return to the Tombs
where he belongs in very short order,
said Herbert, putting on his hat, and
rushing out into the street.
This will never do he said to him
self, as he hailed street car, 'why that
widow has got half a million in her own
name
The Inspector was IN wnen Lawyer
Herbert reached police headquarters.
When he told the Inspector about the
letters being written in heaven by re-
mains, the official got mad.
Get out of here, or I'll hit you a
whack on the nose with paper weight.
Haven't 1 got enough to do watching
the alderman and other professional
criminals here in New York without be-
ing called on to punish the dead. Go
to the devil and tell him to attend it.
That's in his line.'
At the Van Pelt mansion the widow
sat on a sofa, the victim of conflicting
emotions. She was superstitious, and
was afraid of her late husband, but she
also loved her prospective husband.
Herbert was very handsome man, so
different from Van Pelt.
John, the valet of the late Van Pelt,
entered. He had been listening at the
key-hole, and had heard the widow
speak of selling out her property and
going into monastery. That scared
him. In that event he would be thrown
out of employment. He had a soft
thing of it where he was.
q have something on my mind, he
said, when the widow asked him what
he wanted.
'What is it?'
Its me who sent that letter from the
old gentleman
'You?'
Eyes, he wrote that letter and whole
lot more
when, oh when?'
Before he died, of course. He wrote
letters to cover everything you might
do after he was dead He told me to
mail them to you as the circumstances
required, so when heard that Yum Yum
business between you and that lawyer
in the hall, when he left in the evening
1 posted the letter in the box on the
corner of Fifth avenue and Fifty-sixth
street.
Just at this moment Herbert, who had
returned from police headquarters, and
who had been listening at the door,
walked into the room.
why w you 80 OdCk Ou Tic ICuidlIlS
of your late master just at this crisis?'
he asked of John.
IF l am to lose my place, I'd rather
give the whole thing away
'All right. I'll employ you, for am
going to marry Yum Yum! 1 am going
to marry Yum Yum!' said Geoge, ca
pering around the object of his affections.
'What am l to do with the rest of the
letters from the New Jerusalem? There
is about bushel of Them
Il am the legal custodian of those let
tiers. We will sit up in the long winter
evenings and read them, Emily, shall
we not, dearest2 Send them to me
through the mail.
More Yum Yum business.
and-how about the postageP
asked the sly menial.
Emily threw him her pocketbook, and
signaled to him to withdraw. The low
ers sank into each others arms, murmur-
ing, 'Herbert!' 'Emily!'