Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1894-03-16
A SINGULAR COINCIDENCE.
Tale of Romantic Tragedy which Came
True in Real Life.

Two newspaper men were standing idly
on a corner Of one of the uptown streets
of busy New York. They had been assign
ed their work for the day, and, having
completed it, stood waiting for car. says
Walter c. Barnwell in the Atlanta Jour
nal.
one was a short, thick-set man with n
few days growth OF beard. He was young
and presented the appearance OF a typical
New York reporter. His skin was some
what dark. being tanned by daily exposure
TO the sun while at news-gathering on the
wharfs.
John Coynan's companion was somewhat
taller and much younger, scarcely -.
His face was clean shaver. complexion
fair and robust. His features were de-
cidedly intellectual-his eyes soft ann
dark. He was dressed more stylishly
than his friend. but they were both OF the
same rank-high-class reporters.
well. here she comes, Carl" said John
CONAN, as he stepped off the curbing and
advanced toward the incoming cable-car
The streets were mostly deserted at That
late hour and there were few occupants
OF the car. The two men found seats IN
the rear end
II say, Lowry. have you ever tried your
fist at story writing"
mo. never did. Did your
mo. but / think I'll try 1t soon. See
what can do. I've got plan for hne
one"
what is it? Is it dark. deep, and
bloody?' asked Carl Lowry, laughing:
"Well, no. not exactly; but 1 think IT
would take very well.
Lets have it,"
1.-THE idea struck me only few mo-
ments ago. / was thinking about that
duel in Kentucky the other day, and 1t
popped into my mind all of a sudden. III
lust give you the skeleton OF II: Two
men fall in love with the same reluctant
maid They both ask her hand. She re-
fuses one and accepts the other. rms
causes q duel. The accepted lover Is
killed, and the girl thereupon kills the
other man and then suicides. l thought l
would name it The Triple Tragedy.
Look here, Coynan," said Carl when
he had finished. that's just fine. You
write it tomorrow at the office and I'll
guarantee II comes out double-leaded In
the Sunday morning issue"
John Coynan laughed. "I'll think over
1t tonight. Maybe i will
When they reached the Office the night
editor sat at his desk busy with accumu-
lated copy The two young men went TO
their respective desks. and were soon
transferring their notes into copy for the
morning edition.
Lowry finished first and took his copy
TO the editor himself.
"Mr. Almand." said Carl. 1--WE some
thing to tell you-'
, "Well. what is it?"
| II was out with John Coynan tonight
and he told me of a plot for a story he
thought OF writing, but he didn't know
xuh at bar no iy fI,,ff
| know whether he could or not. ! think
IL you will speak to him he could furnish
something interesting for Sundays pa
| per"
Thanks. Lowry, I WILL" said Mr.. AL
mand, as he returned to his work.
Carl fastened away, and very soon John
| Coynan came In.
John, you are the very man I want
to see. Can't you give us a story for
Sunday morning? You've got 1t In you. 1
think, eh?
John was surprised. but said he would
try; then FASTENED away. He met Carl
| Lowry in the outer hall
wei. Carl, Mr.. Armand asked me II
1 couid give him story for Sunday.
think I'll try"
Eyes. of course. would Make your
reputation, maybe"
A half hour afterward as Carl Lowry
and John Coynan were nearing their
lodgings they almost stumbled over
PROSTATE form lying across the sidewalk
on one Of the less frequented streets.
whats that, Lowry?'
| The two men bent low over the body.
1t was well-dressed man-dying.
whats your name-how came you
here?' asked Coynan, with all the feiyor
OF desperate reporter
The dying man raised his head. "Jamee
Rawson is my name. I'm shot. The
wretch loved has killed me. I'm dying
but I'll give you my story. was one OF
the principals in that duel In Kentucky
the other day. killed my foe and came
TO New York. The wretch i murdered a
fellow-being for followed me, and to-
night-not half an hour ago--shot me
and then herself. 1t was on NJ avenue
/ live in Rhode Island. Send me home
for my poor fathers sake. Hold mel
am dying"
The two reporters looked at each other.
and the wounded men, giving last
SILVER and gasp. passed into
THAT undiscovered country from whose
bourne no traveller returns
John Coynan wrote the story the next
morning. 1t appeared conspicuous the
next day as
THE TRIPLE TRAGEDY.
"a True Story)
BY John COynan