Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-06-28

siii't -iitI. .sION tNtlttti. ti-t
fragments of their conversation might
have been overheard: at is mighty
queer story. 1t looks like the young Teller
had elopcd with the girl. His disappear
ing so, all of II sudden, is most likely be-
cause that disguised Pinkcrton Teller is
onto him. don't see how that crazy one 5
killing himself and then turning up rs
chippcr rs ever is going to be explained. -
To which the other replied: "EXplaincd.
man. it can't be explained. There
was Il long account of that lunatic'S
funeral. That Rudolph du Corduroy has
done something which he won't bc able
to account for. Now | say" What
he said was heard only by his companion.
as they gathered up their papers and got
| out at BriGgsvilc. A pretty shop-girl
and a Ilashily dressed woman Of about
thirty took their places. They also had
been reading the Weekly PAiijMjnc. and
the cider remarked, as she folded the paper
'Ivc no doubt nc is swell i'll disguise.
He has married her, | suppose. 1t has
all been very interesting so far, but do
not like the latest Developments. How is
Du Corduroy going to get ont of il, KILN.
TINT poor fool, and then pretending so
calmly not to nave done itat all2" "Wcll. ;"
returned her companion, enthusiastically,
81 have liked him all along; | think it is
lovely. lie will make il al right. It is
all the more intcrcstin" FOR being kind of
mixed up and queer now" Only or
casional phrases Of their conversation were
audible after that, and ut Chestnut Park
n policeman and fast looking young man
i'll sui, Of rcady-madc clothes took
their seats as they left. "You STE. :"
said the Young man, abscntly
scanning the Weekly PhIi@jac, al sell
dom notice that sort of thing, but
happened to keep track Of this, and it
strikes me rs an impossible piece of bust
ness. Why, | could figure out something
better than that myself "Hc'll have to
explain" said the policeman. al have to
stop an hour in Sparta, and when l go
back to the city l shall 80 and see him
and ask him what it means. I can get his
address from the Weekly Ihaiainc." "Oh,
what's the usc?" said the other, con-
tcmptuously; ''that Dc Coliseum, or Dc
Colorado, or whatever his name is, has
made mistake. He can't explain. lie
was crazy and committed suicide" And
they went into the smoking car. An
aristocratic young woman in Il green
tailor made gown staggered of the train
! Mt Sparta, declined the smelling salts Of
icrcd by an obscrvant fellow traveller,
and took the train, which happened to be
waiting, back to the city
To return to my own fortunes. On
Friday narrowly escaped brain fever
and the doctor, my friend Brown. limited
that the diet of potash, carbolic acid
vapor, quininc, and the literary effort to
which | subjected myself on Thursday,
might have killed me but for the cod
liver oil. On Saturday grew we'll fast
ilc seemed worth living; 1 even felt
friendly toward Biccps; and as heard
tie ncwsboys calling the Weekly Palestine
beneath my window, planned out my
next serial story, and even had misty
ideas Of Il novel of which Rosalie should
be the heroine. l would call on Rosalic
tomorrow. Had she missed INC? Per-
haps she would not show it if she had. l
thought of her frequently throughout the
day, and even hoped for Il note from her.
My afternoon mail was unusually large
Il bill or two, II letter from my brother in
the West. and the rest in unfamiliar
handwriting, forwarded, as noticed.
from the lHel}y Phiijxtinc office, COW
here few samples o: these surprising
communications:
"Nr. Dr Co,Gu;oy:
"StR-Wha: do yon mcnn by n killing o.
HIM, and then passing him oil again ms :. live
man: Do You take the rcadin" public. foi.
i1ois' Maybe you was drunk when you got
things 50 mixed; but you had better stopthat
sort of nonsense and explain. if you do not
want to be boycotted Yours. etc.
HIRAM Stone"
MY DEAF MIR. DIT CoRDuRoY-W
docs il moan? was so rei,cTe'l when thai; I'M
ioriunate insarc individual killed hin.elfl
Was il not an "ctual suicide: Pray do no.
have him come 10 life again He was so
weird! l can hardly wait for the next NUM-
her, and enclose II stamp. hoping the: You
Will let me know the mcanin., of Your last
four chapters. Hoping that You will not con
sltler my note an intrusion, for ] am aware
mat literary men have lots on their minds, !
remain, your constant reader.
MIRIAM ESTELLE SrRIGGINS."
In. n. Du Co,rluroy:
DEAR MIL sells the Weekly Phil. and
my customers is making inquiries, and |
think could write IL better story myself, and
II there Is any sense in the last edition of that
of yours we fail 10 see H. and will feel Obliged
ii you will point it out Yours as n friend,
BILL TIMMINS"
There were others, signed and I'M
signed, coherent and otherwise, written
i'll evident good faith, and written in a
Satrical vein. Gradually the truth forced
itself upon me. consulted the back
numbers of the Phiiistinc, and discovered
thnt after having my maniac kill himself
in the, most horrible and detailed manner
i'll chapter IS, had introduced him again
in the last paper, in chapter 10, in
particularly vigorous condition, withouta
word of explanation. l collapsed on the
bed, but aroused myself sufficiently to
direct the hall boy to admit no callers for
nc. After IN hour or more the boy an
nounccd; "Thcre's been several fellows
here, sir-a queer lot-but told them
you was i'll. This one insisted on coming
up, and says"
Tine poor boy never got any further in
thai remark. An unseen force sent him
halfway down the hall, and Mr.. b. p.
Trcncher entered. The revised and ex-
purnatcd version OF his rrmnrks which