The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1904-07-08
The Real Thing

..The gentlemaa on lie door below

train.
While the man was packing put in
the last words of chapter of story
was writing-for am slave OF the
pen-then looking at my watch and
dropping my work rushed for the TRIM
was going to the country to spend
Sunday with my hancee.
The next morning was bright and
beautiful. Kathryn and l strolled
away from the house and found a
shady nook where we sat looking alter
nately ut superb view and Into each
others eyes.
Stephen she was saying, do you
know 1 lay awake last night thinking
thnt''- She pansed and cast her eyes
ON the ground
Thinking what love-"
Papa says that you and haven't
single mutual acquaintance
was holding her hand. dropped It.
You are ofended," she said. tears
starting into her eyes.
NO. 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 fnith
when all others were sure of my guilty
Would you visit me in prison? Would
you pour words of comfort into my
ear?"
"oh, Henry she cried, throwing her
self into my arms. Il would share your
captivity with you. 1 would die with
YOU
There was a pause. I heard words
distinctly spoken, That's your man"
turned, and a man stepped out from
behind Il bush. l had never seen him
before, but companion l recognized
as an elevator boy in. the apartment
house where bad my rooms.
That's Mr.. Perkins, said the boy.
referring to me
.N1r. Perkins. I'll trouble you to come
with me-
Come with you! Who are you ana
what do you mean?"
Il am n constable come to arrest you
for the murder of Anthony Hurd, a
gentleman occupying rooms in your
apartment house,
Nothing will take the romance out Of
person so quickly rs being placed
suddenly in one of those romantic stu
ations In which one delights to read of
others. should have bitterly repealed
the allegation. Instead ] said impa-
uently:
what rot! haven't murdered any
body"
The man paid no attention to my
wortIs.- 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" exclaimed, looking at
her, disappointed and astonished, do
you think me a murderer
Hr-pf.r conflicting emotions IN
Kathryn's breast. She had engaged
herself to n man she knew very little
about. Her father had counseled wait
ing till 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 10 woman who
loves"
Hes been fooling you, miss" said
the constable Hes n larrilSin from
Australia"
whats a larrikin?r asked Kathryn.
horror stricken Mt having loved any
one with such designation.
"The descendants Of the Botany bay
criminals and n shipload of women
from the London alleys sent out to
Australia many years ago"
Kathryn covered her face with her
hands and turned her back.
Kathryn" / said reproachfully ms
/ was led AWAY, ''how about your fine
words to share my captivity, to die
with me?"
That there IS romance In men and
women, though they do not always .ex-
press 1t as in books, was evident from
IIathryn's reply. who as soon as put
to the test relinquished her book ro-
nance for the real article.
tfVEf To
vindicate yourself Papa will leave no
stone unturned to prove that you are
innocent. And, oh, Henry"-this with
touch OF tremor-"I do hope you are
Innocentr'
spoken like a true woman. There
is some mistake here. AS soon as
can untangle 1t / win come to YOU"
I kissed my hand to her as wns led
away, but she was toe uncertain to
return 1t. / 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:
81 tell you, Anthony, as / nm lar-
rikin, for this deed done in the wilds
Of Australia win follow you TO the
jungles of India, to the wilds of Amer
len, and wherever ind you you shall
die"
Judge" cried, somebody has been
stealing my thunder That'sth last
words of a chapter to novel wrote
before leaving the city"
"The paper was found In your room,
said the Judge. 1.-THE man murdered
on the fioor below was Anthony Hurd."
And the villain of my story was
Anthony Nudge"
vvns not long in convincing the
- r,ntfE,,oss a nav