Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1894-06-23

thunder OF the elevated was in his
ears. A team was dashing along reck-
Iesslr underneath it. He attempted
to cross. Round the corner was the
- House. The subtle fascination OF
the story was vet upon him. In the
midst OF it ne was conscious of a sud-
den shock, pain crossing the sweet
making horrible discord, then all be-
came blank.
He was pulled from under the feet
Of the horses. The blood flowed from
d would made by the cruel hoof.
No address could be found Oh him
and he was carried to hospital. He
had been severely but not fatally in
inred.
Brain fever set in. but an excellent.
constitution was in las favor. In his
seasons OF lelirilm the marble OIL
cloth haunted him. Sometimes it
hung over mira like An awning with
the letters like thousand eyes star
ing at him. Then they changed into
Chinese hieroglyphics, and the young
woman on the stairs was wrinkliny
her lovely brow in vain endeavors to
lecipher them. Again the cloth was
waving like banner from the root OF
the DAILY Fizzler.
Through careful nursing he came
out of the tan2le at length, and began
to recall just what had happened. His
previous story, which was to inaugu-
rate q new era, what had become of it:
Four weeks he had been lying there
they told HIM. In that time the room
would be let to new tenant, and HE
story scrubbed off the cloth by some
wooden headed chambermaid. He
fretted and fumed over it. His omen
of good luck had been demolished by
a sledge hammer.
Don't you want to look over these
papers?" queried the pretty, cheerful
/ nurse. placing pile before him.
''You need to keep up with the times. -"
Julian tossed them over half savage
ly and came presently upon something
that made his heart thump. His story
WAS looking him in the face from the
columns of the Exaggerator. 1t was
entitled Into His Kingdom. The
letters seemed to wink and blink 1T
him knowingly.
He read it through. There had
been scarcely any alteration. Some
body had got ahead of the chamber
maid and copied it, selling it as his or
| her own production. He should never
5e able to prove it's authorship. He
| groaned in spirit.
Presently he came upon copy o:
the Daily Fizzler. three weeks old.
| There he found the story. headed by
sensational paragraph, which was
evidently its first appearance; the
other paper being copy.
Julian was half amused half an.
noved over the conjectures about the
author. The paragraph set forth the
production found on the oilcloth a,
the last effort of an unfortunate son o
! genius Driven to extremity, without
! penny even to buy paper, he ha(
fixed his last ideas upon the only whit;
surface he could command. aud thel
| ne had gone ont into the night an,
| committed suicide One of those un
| identified bodies at tne mogae was his
probably. Could he have STAYED OF
despair twenty four hours longer tn
ice would have been broken
Julian Dreathed freer The copyis
then had not palmed OF the produc
ton as his or her own. He could We
claim II witnou. dispute.
AS soon as he was on his feet h
called on the editor OF the Daily F!z
zler, who knew him by sight, and ha
prophes.ei success for him some DAY
at seems have been figuring IN th
Fizzler lately as az impecanious sui
eide. said Julian. bluntly.
The editor laid down his pen ''Ez
plain, he said.
Julian told the story.
Like another man, you awake
ind Yourself famous. said the ediso
ofrerinc his hand. That story b
been copied a!l over the country.
Is gem o. rs kind.
= Il not sure ! shall eve- 30 50 vs
, ! e-a1o. said Julian
Thst IS once done can De dol
again. You Will COW conmsad
hearing