The Mt. Sterling advocate., 1914-09-16

milk and half tumbler or port VINE
And hurry back. Don't drive-run.
want you to get back some time this
week..
The doctor looked me over with
great politcness and as much careful
calculation until he had decided that
I might do.
at is only a case Of insufficient nu-
TRITON" he said-"in other words, the
result Of poverty. pride and starvation
Mrs. Caswell has many devoted friends
who would be glad to aid her. but she
will accept nothing except from that
old negro. Uncle Caesar, who was once
owned by her family"
"Mrs. Caswell." said In surprise.
And then looked at the contract and
saw that she had signed It "Azalea
Adair Caswell."
81 thought she was Miss Adair,"
said.
Married to a drunken. worthless
loafer, sir" said the doctor. ut Is said
that he robs her even Of the small
sums that her old servant contributes
toward her support"
When the milk and wine had been
brought the doctor soon revived Azalea
Adair. She sat up and talked Of the
beauty of the autumn leaves that were
then in season and their height OF col
or. She referred lightly to her fainting
seizure as the outcome of an old palpi-
tation of the heart. Impy famed her
as she lay on the sofa. The doctor
was due elsewhere, and l followed
him to the door. / told him that it
was within my power and intentions
to make a reasonable advance OF
money to Azalea Adair on future con-
tributions to the magazine, and he
seemed pleased.
by the way" he said, perhaps you
would like to know that you have had
royalty for coachman. Old Caesars
grandfather was king in Kongo.
Caesar himself has royal ways, as you
may have observed"
AS the doctor was moving off heard
Uncle Caesars voice inside, did he
git bofe of dem 81 from you. Mis- Ia
lea?"
"Yes, Caesar" heard Azalea Adair
answer weakly. And then l went in
and concluded business negotiations
with our contributor. l assumed the
Of advancing $50. put
ting it as a necessary formality in
binding our bargain. And then Uncle
Caesar drove nse back to the hotel.
Here ends all of the story as far as
can testify as witness. The +, it
must be only bare statements of faces
At about 9 o'clock | went out for a
stroll. Uncle Caesar was at his cor
ler. He threw open the door of his
f1ourished his duster and be-
yan his depressing formula: "Step right
n, sub. Fifty cents to anywhere in
he city. Hacks putfickly clean. sub.
Ius' got back from funeral
And then he recognized me. l think
his eyesight was getting bad. His coat
had taken on few more faded shades
If color. the twine strings were more
'rayed and ragged. the last remaining
button of yellow horn-was
zone. A motley descendant Of kings
was Uncle Caesar.
About two hours later l saw an ex-
,ited crowd besieging the front of
lrug store. In desert where nothing
lappens this was mamma, so | edged
ny way ipside. On an extemporized
ouch of empty boxes and chairs was
tretched the mortal corporeality OF
dajor Wentworth Caswell. A doctor
vas testing him for the immortal in
,redient. His decision was that it was
by its absence.
The erstwhile major had been found
ead on a dark street and brought by
urious and ennuied citizens to the
rug store. The late human being had
cen engaged in terrific battle-the de-
ails showed that. Loafer and repro
ate though he had been, he had been
lso warrior. But he had lost His
ands were yet clinched so tightly that
is fingers would not be opened. The
emile citizens who had known him
TODD about and searched their vocab-
larles to find some good words, il it
we're possible, to speak of him. One
ind looking man said after much
bought. when Cas- was about fo'teen
e was one Of the best spoilers In
chOOl."
While l stood there the fingers or
be right hand Of 1.-The man that was"
yhich hung down the side of white
Inc box, relaxed and dropped some
hing at my feet. covered it with
ne foot quietly and a little later on
picked it mp and pocketed it. rea-
oned that in his last struggle his
and must have seized that object un-
and held it in a death grip.
At the hotel that night the main top
! Of conversation. with the possible
xceptions OF politics and prohibition,
Tas the demise Of Major Caswell.
card one man say to a group Of lis
,ners:
I'm my opinion. gentlemen. CaswelI
Ias murdered by some Of these no ac-
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