Morris tribune., 1914-09-18

patched with a strip of blue tissue pa
per. 1t was my dollar bill again. It
could have been no other.
| went up to my room. The drizzle
and the monotony of dreary. event
less southern town had made me tired
md listless.
King Cetewayo was at his post the
next day and ratified my bones over
the stones out to 861 He was to wait
and rattle me back again when was
ready,
Azaiea Adair looked paler and clean
er and Trailer than she had looked on
the day before. After she had signed
the contract at cents per word she
grew still paler and began to slip
out of her chair. Without much trou-
BILE l managed to get her up on the
antediluvian horsehair sofa and then ]
ran out to the sidewalk and yelled to
he coffee coIored pirate to bring
doctor. With wisdom that / had
not suspected in him he abandoned his
team and struck off up the street afoOt,
realizing the value Of speed In ten
minutes be returned with a grave.
gray haired and capable man Of medi-
cine. In few words worth mach less
| than 8 cents each) | explained to him
my presence in the hollow house of
mystery He bowed with stately un-
derStanding and turned to the old ne
gro.
"Uncle Caesar" he said calmly, "run
| up to my house and ask Miss Lucy to
give you a cream pitcher full Of fresh
milk and half tumbler of port wine.
And hurry back. Don't drive-run.
want you to get back some time this
| week"
The doctor looked me over with
great politeness and as much careful
calculation until he had decided that
/ might do,
1T 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."
Il thought she was Miss Adair,"
said.
Married to a drunken, worthless
lOafer SIR said the doctor. ''It is said
that be ,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 Ia season and their height Of col.
or. She referred lightly to her fainting
seizure as the outcome of an old paipi-
tation of the heart. Impy famed hel
as she lay on the sofa. The doctor
was due elsewhere, and l followed
him to the door told him that il
! was within nay power and intentions
to make q reasonable advance OF
money to Azalea Adair on future con
! tributions, to the magazine, and he
seemed pleased.
by the way" he. said, perhaps yol
would like to know. that you have, haC
royalty for coachman. Old Caesar:
grandfather was a king in, Kongo
Caesar himself has royal ways, as yol
may have observed
/ AbC. 1oc+o,~ ruy0e, Of Il hoo ~
Uncle Caesars voice inside, did b.
git bOfe of dem 81 from you, Mis- Ia
: lea 2"
Yes. Caesar" heard Azalea Adai
answer weakly. And then went il
and concluded business negotiation
with our contributor. assumed tn
: responsibility Of advancing $50, put
: ting it AS necessary fOrmality il
8 binding our bargain, And then Uncl
Caesar drove nae back to the hotel
!: Here ends all of the story as far a
can testify as7 a witness The res
' must be only bare Statements Of facts
At about 6 o'clock went out for
d stroll. Uncle Caesar was at his col
e ner. He threW open the door Of hi
s carriage. hOurished his duster and be
gan his depressing formula; Step righ
? in. sun. Fifty cents to anywhere i
II the city. Hacks pufickly clean, sui
: JUS got back from, a funeral
!. And then he recognized me. | thin
his eyesight was getting bad His coz
e had taken on a few more faded shade
OF color, the twine strings were MOI
/ frayed and ragged. the, last remainin
o bntton-the button OF yellow horn-ws
gone. A motley descendant OF king
e was Uncle Caesar:
.. About two hours later l saw an e.
4 cited crowd besieging the front OF
drag store In deserr where nothin
e happens this was mama. SO | edge
u my way inside On an extemporize
couch Of empty boxes and chairs wa
e stretched the mortal corporeality {
Major Wentworth Caswell. A doctt
e was testing him for the immortal il
-e gredient. His decision was that it ws