Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1894-08-11

lying there, they told him. In that
time the room would be let to a new
tenant, and his story scrubbed off the
cloth by some wooden-headed cham
bermaid He fretted and fumed over
it. His omen of good luck had been
demolished by sledge hammer,
Don't you want TO look over these
papers?n queriei the pretty cheer
full nurse, placing pile before him
''You need 20 catch up with the
times"
Julian tossed them over half savagely
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 at
him knowingly.
He read il 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
be able to prove its authorship. lie
groaned in spirit.
Presently he came upon a copy OF
the Daily Fizzler, three weeks old
There he found the story healei by
sensational paragraph, which was evil
IDENTIFY its first appearance, the other
paper being copy.
Julian was half amused, half an
noyed over the eonjectures about the
author. The paragraph set forth the
production found ON the oilcloth as
the last effort of an unfortunate son
of genius. Driven 70 extremity, with
out penny even to buy paper, he hal
fixed his last ideas upon the only
white surface he could command, and
then he had gone out into the night
and committed suicide. One Of those
unidentified bodies at the morgue was
his, probably. Could he have STAYED
of despair twenty-four hours longer
the ice would have been broken.
Julian breathed freer. The copyist
then, had not palmed of the produc.
tion as his or her own. He could yet
claim it without dispute.
As soon as ne was on his feet he
called on the editor of tn e Daily Fix
zler, who knew him by sight, and had
prophesied success for him some day.
at seems have been figuring in
the Fizzler lately as an impecunious
suicide, +" said Julian bluntly.
The editor laid down his pen. "Ex.
plain, he said.
Julian told the story.
Like another man. you awake 70
find yourself famous, said the editor
offering his hand. That story has
been copied all over the country. 1t
is gem of its kind.
I'm not sure shall ever do so well
again, said Julian.
What is once done can be done
again. You will now command d
hearing"
How did you get hold OF ito
1T was sent in by-by-r consult
ing a memorandum-"by Miss Cora
| Wheeler, l42 -- street.
why, wrote the story in that
| house!"
She sent note stating the facts.
and Bolton, you know him, touched
| them up a tribe. None of us suspected
you. The laudlady believed your
name was Jones, but, on second
thought, didn't know but it was
| smith"
Il had only word with her when
.Iengaged the room.
Il may as well pay you to-day,
said the editor as he filed out a check.
4 glance showed Julian it was
drawn for one hundred dollars. lie
was in luck after all, it seemed.
Next he rode upt own and rang the
bell at li2 -- street. How much had
| happened since he first went up those
steps, less than six weeks ago,
The girl who opened the door looked
at him blankly when he asked for
Miss Wheeler, and showed him into a
! small reception room while she took
his card.
He was presently asked to step up.
stairs, third floor, front
The door was half open showing
prettily furnished interior. He tap
ped gently. There was rustling
behind dark green p1rtiere and
young woman stepped out from be.
hind it,and greeted him with Cool
morning" She was the one hs had
met ON the stairs in the gloom. he
could swear. There was the SAM
faint perfume about her garments
and besides, he knew her atmosphere.
You are Miss Cora Wheeler?'
She bowed.
And am Julian Jones. I wrote
the story on the Oilcloth | am told
it found its way into print through
you. ] have come to thank you
Miss Wheeler was about as breath.
less as Julian. She mutioned him 10
chair and sat down. The facts that
he had presented rapidly grouped
themselves at once logically in her
mind.
Then you did not suicide" she
said with mirthful glance at his
muscular frame, adding, II never
thought you did"
II suppose came pretty near shut
fling off, " he said, and repeated his
story.
II expected something Of that sort
had happened" said Miss Wheeler.
though there were all sorts of con
lectures The landlady called upon
me 70 rpad what t,ou hal ,.,...a -.