Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-02-14

"s" eohuuct IN buncombe versus
Badger was the general topic OF con-
versation in the robing-room.
i when fwistleton came out of court 1
rad the greatest difficulty to prevent
ann from rushing down to Norfolk by
he night train. He was sure it was
rue; he believed In the message. /
;almed him down, and we had dinner
together at my club. He had to con-
hnue his speech in the morning. 1
ried to coach him in Buncombe versus
badger. but it was of no avail. / do
lot think he even knew for which side
he was appearing.
/ We agreed that we would sit nm in
watches and so keep our eyes on the
typewriter all night. There was a sofa
IN the recess Of the window, and Twis-
Teton sent me to bed and placed him
self on this. babe hir2 goodnight. and
took his bed for the>f first half Of the
night. About two o'clock In the morn
ing woke and went to Twistleton
lie was wide awake, reading some
papers, on the sofa.
Have you seen any thingp" asked.
Nothing whatever" he replied.
"Nor heard any thing?"
mot sound"
we took the lamp to the typewriter
and op ened it. There was the sheet of
paper as he always left it, untouched.
Iwistleton locked it up again and took
the key.
Put it under your pillow"
Il will. he replied; ''it's very good
Of you to sit up like this"
"lt's nothing at all, l assure YOU"
answered
Keep strict watch, won't your"
Il promise you," said.
Iwistleton shook me by the hand.
with emotion, and went out; ne looked
very i'll and wretched. thought, and
was sorry for him. Was it a ghosts
message or what that was making his
life burden to him? Should l solve
the mystery tonight?
l waited about an hour and half.
The dawn came peeping through the
painted shutters and made the lamp
look dim. l was almost dozing-in
fact, had shut my eyes and lost con-
seriousness for perhaps a minute, per
haps more. A sharp clicking sound
awoke me- 1t was the typewriter.
There, seated on a chair in front of it.
playing nimbly on the queer instru-
ment, was white, misty figure. 1t
had finished. 1t closed the cover down
and turned the key. 1t wheeled round
to the door. and l saw the face and
whiskers knew so well; it was Twistle-
ton himself.
My first impulse was to wake him.
but l had heard that it was dangerous
to wake persons walking in their sleep.
He wanted all the sleep he could get,
so decided to let him alone, to walk
down to my own chambers and get
some more rest myself When l got
out into Old Square l could not help
roaring with laughter. 1t was too
funny The idea of old Twistleton
writing messages to himself on the
typewriter, and being frightened out of
his wits by them. What story to tell
against him No one would believe it,
it was too good to be true.
| awoke little late next morning.
but went straight down to Old Square
before breakfast. Alas! l was too
late. There was Foss in misery over a
hasty scrawl of Twistleton's He had
gone to Barndore by the early train;
toss was to make any excuse he thought
fit to Writson and Clame. There was
The typewriter shattered into a thou.
sand pieces. its intricate machinery
'hapeless chaos. l shuddered to think
what would happen if there was any
hing between Charley Colston and
Mrs. Twistleton.
In town every one was a. KING what
had become of Twistleton. The rumor
went round the law courts tlrat he was
insane. l maintained discreet
silence Mr. Clame was almost crying
as Slokoaeh, murmuring something
about dad news and his learned
leader" rose to continue Twistleton's
opening. Lord Usher. unrestrained by
the presence of Twistleton. made the
Court of Appeal a place of fiery tor
ment TO that eminent elderly junior,
Mr. Slokoach. Bustle, Q. c., for
Badge, was not even called upon to
reply; Buncombe and another were
dismissed, with costs.
The early train stopped. as | knew,
at every station, forty in number. |
could imagine poor Twistletons state
OF mind as he pottered along in slow
train to Barndore. He arrived at the
house about breakfast time-Ihaye the
story from Grimbleton, who was there
he came into the breakfast-room. and
his appearance elected shout of sur
prise.
What has become of Buncombe ver-
sus BadgerP" cried Lord Barndore
Settled, eh?'
Not that I know Of" muttered
Twistleton, sulkily; and then, looking
around iercely, asked: where's my
wife?'
Not down yet" replied Lord Barn.
dore.
Twistleton looked hastily round. as
though in search of some one else, and
then tore upstairs to his wife's room.
The whole company looked at each
other in silence.
There was some explanation about
dad news but the Twistletons never
went into mourning. and Mrs. Twistle-
ton seemed very merry all that day |