The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1904-07-20
Tie Real Thing


truin.s'
whiie tie man was packing put In
the last words of a chapter of story
was writing-for am slave Of the
pen-then looking at my watch and
dropping my work rushed for the train
was going to the country to spend
Sunday with my fancee.
The next morning was bright and
beautiful. Kathryn and ] strolled
away from the house and found
shady nook where we sat looking alter
nateIy at a superb view and into each
others eyes.
stephen" she was saying. ''do you
know / lay awake last night thinking
that She paused and cast her eyes
on the ground.
thinking what, lover
Papa says that you and I haven't \
single mutual acquaintance"
was holding her hand. dropped II.
you are offended" she said, tears
starting into her eyes.
mo, hurt. You have no confidence
In me for myself; only what you may
learn from others. Suppose should
be accused of some dark crime, would
you stand by me with perfect faith
when all others were sure of my guilts
Would you visit me in prison? Would
you pour words Of comfort into my
carp
.'oh, Henry" she cried, throwing her
self into my arms, 81 would share your
captivity with you. would die with
you"
There was a pause. / heard words
distinctly spoken, That's your man."
I turned, and man stepped out from
behind bush. 1 had never seen him
before, but companion recognized
as an elevator boy In the apartment
house where / had my rooms.
That's Mr.. Perkins" said the boy
referring to me.
'.AIr. Perkins, I'll trouble you to come
with me-"
what do you mean"
At am a constable come to arrest you
for the murder of Anthony Hurd, a
gentleman occupying rooms in yoaI
apartment house"
Nothing will take the romance ont q
a person so quickly as being placed
suddenly in one of those romantic stu
atoms in which one delights TO read of
others. should have bitterly repealed
the allegation. Instead 1 said impa-
tiently:
what rot! haven't murdered any
body
The man paid no attention to my
words. Instead he slipped a pair of
handouts on my wrists.
Kathryn, the heroine of this story.
should have chung to me in tears, cry
ing my innocence between her sobs-
Instead she said, turning bit pale:
This is very strange"
''Kathryn." I exclaimed, looking at
nd n0fnnfGha1 edo
you think me a murderer
There were conflicting emotions in
Kathryn's breast. She had engaged
herself to u man she knew very little
about. Her father had counseled wait
ing TIL my references from Sydney,
Australia, where had lived till came
to America, could arrive. But Kathryn
was as full of romance as l and said,
"a fig for references to woman who
loves"
Hes been fooling you, miss" said
the constable. Hes a larrikin from
Australia"
whats a larrikin?" asked Kathryn,
horror stricken Mt having loved any
one with such a designation.
..The descendants of the Botany bay
criminals and a shipload of women
from the London alleys sent ont tc
Australia many years ago
Kathryn covered her face with ne'
hands and turned her back.
..Fathryn," / said reproachfully as
was led away, how about your fin'
words to share my captivity, to die
with me?"
That there is romance in men and
women, though they do not always ex-
press it us In books, was evident from
Kathryn's reply, who ms soon as put
to the test reiinquished her DOCK TO
nance for the real article.
You shall have every opportunity TO
vindicnte yourself. Papa will leave uS
stone unturned to prove that you nr+
Innocent. And. OH, Henry"-this wtti'
a touch of tremoT-'T do hope you are
innocentr'
spoken like true woman. There
Is some mistake here. As soon as
can untangle 1t win come to you"
kissed my hand to her as ! was LED
away, but she WINS to- uncertain to
return it. l left her Standing where
we had been sitting, looking at me rue
fully.
At my preliminary examination the
next day the following paper found
in my room was read:
al tell you, Anthony, as am lnr-
rikin, for this deed done In the wilds
of Australia 1 will follow you to the
jungles of India, to the wilds of Amer
lea, and wherever l find you you shall
de-
Judge" I cried, somebody has been
stealing my thunder That's the last
words OF chapter TO a novel wrote
before leaving the city"
1.-THE paper was found in your room,"
said the Judge. 1.-THE man murdered
on the door below was Anthony Hurd."
"And the villain OF my story was
Anthony Nudge"
was not long in convincing the
court and getting discharge In my
room / found mail from Australia con-
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