The Madisonian. (Richmond, Ky.) 1913-1914, 1914-09-22

AND hurry back. Don't drive-rrIn
want you to get back some time this
week"
The doctor looked me over with
great politeness and as much careful
calculation until be had decided that
! might do.
1T Is only a case Of insufficient M
Triton. he said-''in other words. tho
result OF poverty. pride and starvation
MIS- Caswell has many devoted friends
VINO would be glad to aid her. but she
VIII accept nothing except from that
Old negro, Uncle Caesar. who was oncai
owned by her family"
Mrs. Caswell"' said l in SUNRISE
And then looked at the contract and
saw that she had signed it "Azalaol
Adair Caswell"
Il thought she was Miss Adair" n
said.
Married to a drunken. worthlessl
loafer, SIR said the doctor. eft ia said
that he robs her even of the small
sums that her old servant contributes
toward her support
When the milk and vitae had been!
brought the doctor soon revived Azalesl
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 faintinc
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. l told him that if
was within my power and intentions
to make reasonable advance of
money to Azalea Adair on future con-
trtbutions to the magazine and he
seemed pleased
by the way" be said. perhaps you
would like to know that you have had
royalty for a coachman. Old Caesars
grandfather was a 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 be
git bofe of dem 81 from you, Mis- Ia
LEAF"
"Yes, Caesar" l heard Azalea Adair
answer weakly. And then l went in
and concluded business negotiations
with our contributor ! assumed the
responsibility of advancing $50. put
ting it as a necessary formality in
binding our bargain. And then Uncle
Caesar drove lie back to the hotel. !
Here ends all of the story as far asl
l can testify as a witness. The reStl
must be only bare statements of facts
At about & o'clock went out for a
stroll. Uncle Caesar was at his cor
ner. He threw open the door of his
carriage, hOuriShed his buster and be-
gan his depressing formula: step right
in. sub. Fifty cents to anywhere in
the city. Hacks putfickly clean. sub.
JUS got back from Il funeral
And then he recognized me. l think
his eyesight was getting bad. His coat
had taken on few more faded shades
of color. the Irvine strings were more
frayed and ragged. the last remaining
button-the button of yellow horn-wasI
gone. a motley descendant of kingsl
was Uncle Caesar.
About two hours later / saw an eX-
cited crowd DeSieging the front of a
drug store. In q desert where nothing
happens this was. mamma, 50 |. edged
my way inside. On an extemporized
couch of empty boxes and chairs was
stretched the mortal corporeality of
Major Wentworth Caswell A, doctor
was testing him for the immortal in
gredient. His decision was>that it was
conspicuous by its absence.
The erstwhile major had been found
curious, and ennuied citizens to the
drug store. The late human being had
been engaged in terrific hattie-the de-
tails showed that. Loafer and repro
bate though he had been, he had been
also a warrior. But he had lost His
hands, were yet clinched so tightly that
his fingers would not be opened. The
gentle citizens. who had. known himE
stood about and searched: their vocab-I
ularies to find. some good words, if it /
were possible. to speak of him. OneI
kind looking man said after much
thought, When Cas-, was about fo'teen1
he was one. of the best spoilers inl
school,"
While l stood there the fingers of
the right hand of 1.-The man that was,
which hung down the side of a white
pine box, relaxed and dropped some
thing at my feet. covered it with
one foot quietly and a little later on
picked it up and pocketed it. rea-
soned that in his last struggle hjSI
hand must have seized that object IN
Willingly and held it in death grip.
AT the hotel that night the main top
ic of conversation. with the possibleI
exceptions of politics and prohibition,
was the demise of Major Caswell. II
heard one man say to a group of lis
teners:
was murdered by some of these no ac'I
count niggers for his money. He had
$50 this afternoon. which he showed
to several gentlemen in the hotel.
When he was found the money was
not on his person."
left the city the next morning at 8.
and as the train was crossing the
bridge over the Cumberland river 4
took out of my pocket yellow horn
overcoat button the size of fifty
cent piece. with frayed ends of coarse
Irvine hanging from it. and cast it out
of the window into the slow. muddy
waters below.
wonder what's doing in Buffalo.
conaotino Thouoht