Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1888-10-05

industries.
But the Gazette had failed to appear.
Thursday came. and some one passing
tho cottage noticed no signs Of lite, and
tried the door but. failed to gain ad.
mission.
Matters were talked over at tho vii
lagc stores, and finally the beadle of the
village, accompanied by crowd of men
and dozen or moro trembling women,
went over to the cottage.
The beadle forced his way into the
house, whilo the people waited breath
lcssly outside
Five minutes passed, the bcadlc was
seen to open tho door and bcckon to his
deputy and the door was closed. The
excitement now was intense. That some
thing unusual had transpired within the
house was certain.
AT length the door again opened, and
tho beadlc reappearcd, his face wearing
a gravcr expression than was over seen
there before.
"What is it, beadlca" said half a score
in terrified whisper.
The bcadlc waited until the qucstioncrs
were silent and Replied: Our editor is
dead %
Ellis wife, where is shc2" asked the
multitude, when tho shock of the an
nouncement no longer held their utter
ancc.
VDead," said the bcadlc.
"And his son.'
"Dcad, said the bcadlc, who, select
ing six of the leading citizens, pulled
them inside, ut tao same tim, waving
back tho crowd that would have
rushed in.
| II was at The moment the be1dlc selected
his jury that | approached the cottage.
Being comparative stranger i'll the
place, and rs there were no railroads TO
the village, and it being located so deep
i'll the vale that few had learned of its
existence, stranger received consider
able attention, frcm the very fact of his
being stranger, and each was anxious
to tell all he knew about the deceased.
An old lady told how, twenty years
before, he was lively, energetic, and was
everywhere; his young wife was the
light OF every party but of lnto years
they had shrllnl1 from public gaze, and
his son took his place ut news gathering.
The paper had grown apparently in
circulation every year since it started.
1t was her opinion their ropcrty had
made them proud. Over two thousand
papers were issued weekly. Most every
body read the Gid-Gtfc, she guessed. She
had taken it since it started, and was
intending 10 run in that very day aud
settle. She had received bill, stating
ihas she owed ten years subscription,
but she had kind o. needed the money.
and the bill didn't amount to much TO
an editor with 30 big business. mo
need Of their having been SO proud, if
they did run u paper" was the un-
Charitable remark of II bystandcr. "The
editor was misery, too" chimcd in
another; ''hc did his own work, and nj
most always, Of late, has refused to Sub
scribe when paper is landed around"
Sic is probably worth $50, O0p, hivcd
1t up; $lO0c received annually for sub
scriptions, to say nothing of advertising"
figured the village schoolmostcr. ~
have taken his paper for fifteen years,
aud while ago he sent me u bill for $50.
1t would have been philosophical OF
him to send his piper free, l being II
public servant Ills business was good
SO have not hurried about the money"
"probably murdered for his money"
volunteered another. "Wliy there's no
end of money these editors make
pay ten dollars owed him for live years
hhNiONo " pun .hS hibhNJ
in the bank, / suppose. AS [ needed it
Just then, delayed. don't believe in
folks being piggish if they ere profess
Just then the beadic and the jury APP
pearcd.
GLOW is it? how is itl" asked the
multitude in breath.
"Gentlcmcn," gaspcd The bcadlc,
'thcY starved to death"
"lmpossiblc,n exclaimed all.
at is even SO, continued the bcadlc.
"Mr. Foreman. tell how it is"
The foreman mounted Il box, and talk
ing out my note book by force Of habit,
l took down his words. They were rs
follows:
Citizens of kummersolthal: Never,
until this hour, has the truth of the red
legend been established, and never until
this hour has there been more reason to
call our place Kummersolthal. or sor-
rowing vale. On the floor ut his mothers
bedside lies the dead son, and on the bed
the starved mother. On the stool, bent
forward OIL his case is the editor him
self, with the stick, the implement OF his
profession, in his hand, and the last
word set gentleman, was Kulnmersol-
thai The last leader he set was his
farewell to you, citizens of the town of
his adoption. Yes, gentlemen, his ma
tive town; | read you, now, the copy
! taken from the cast of the deceased"
! TO the citizens OF Kummersolthal: bid
| farewell. One hour ago my wife died. starved.
On IS half hour after, my son followed and
beft re the clock strikes four, my edition. too,
/ will Le run oil AMI tho forms closed. Our
deplett wardrobe answers charges of pride
| You thought lis rch and we would not beg
! except icr our just due.
Three-qanrters of IL century ago my father
disc 1vercd Kummersolthal. On this very
spot the slvages murdered my mother.
IRON here, too, was abducted. 'ris tn,
), home OF NY e Hence for twenty years
! up the land my father
Leen wropGeu' t}lat work will bc
paragraph y ~ ,,, l0.lgs sr in in
he jury. n this t., wn.
' the TO- not b.o.y
q be- but YET so
,,oo,- ,alled this
W. 81 to M.
e for"
.caks." said the
.givcness he meant to