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The Exeter Advocate, 1895-2-7, Page 311.01•40•1. A WOMAN'S CRIME 0.1.....,...•••••••••••••••. .AN EX-DEITIOCTIVE. 4Publishe1 by permission of the owners of the copyright, (CONTINUED.) Mr. Hale took ap the first paper and "read— begin to doubt you. Don't think me blind or that I am one to submit to neglect, after what has been. Remember, you are not dealing with one friendless or helpless. 1nist see you tomight. August 9, 187 — Mr. Hale road this aloud, and then laid it down without a eomment. "This note," resumed the detective, "is, as you see) without address or signa- tare. And it is not an ordinary love let- ter. It is dated less than a month prior to the first meeting of Arteveldt and Miss Armyn. 'I begin to doubt you,' it says —doubtless this is one of the 'old loves' that the young man was so constantly putting off for news. But this one is not to be trifled with, and she rebels, She reminds him that she is neither friendless nor helpless, and then, she commands, must see you to-night,Now, Mr. Hale, please read the next note, the one found in the coat pocket." Again Mr. Hale complied, reading the -second note as he had the first, without comment or question. I have seen the girl you think to make your wife; and—she does not love you—I swear it, I have warned you before. I repeat that warn. ing. Break off this marriage, even at the last moment. Break it off, or the thunderbolt that hangs over you will fall." "See, said the detectiye, when the law- yer had put this note aside, "it is in the same hand as the ftrst one. It warns, or threatens—or both. It bids him break off his marriage, or dread the thunder - ;bolt. Gentlemen, he did not break off the marriage, and three day e after the date of this letter the thunderbolt had fallen. -Clarence Arteveldt lay a corpse." "Now comes the third letter, or frag- ment of one. It is in the handwriting of the mardured man. Probably he wrote this letter'and then, for some reason re- wrote it, throwing this copy into the grate. Now I begin to theorize: This letter is partia,lly destroyed ; we must guess at the meaning of half of it. I thought that some woman, doubtless this •one who had written him these two let- ters, had made some demands upon him. I think that he sent back to her, her let- ters and pictures, and that tkese two were overlooked in making up the pack- age. I think that he told her how idle and. useless were her threats, and then re- sorted to a little judicious flattery; speaking of her beauty, herposition, etc., and that he ended by saying she must keep aloof from his wife; such a letter would be characteristic of the man I founded my reason, gentlemen, on these fragments of sentences: — This day return to you — and gifts. Rave retained nothing. — these useless threats — the admiration your beauty com- mo.ndsj— position warrants — shall be your .friend -- two must not meet. "Well, I read these three documents, .and this is the theory I evoked from them: Some woman who was•beautiful, accomplished, and, perhaps, of high social standing'had been the favored of this young Launcelot of the drawing -room; he had grown weary of the flame, and she had sought to hold him; then had come Lenore Armyn, and he had grown still more neglectful. She had written him other letters full of warning and threats, but these had beeu returned, as he states here; probably he believed what he said, that he had retained noth- ing. Doubtless he was careless'hurried, even impatient, in gathering up these let - tors; he was disposing of the old love, you know. Well, the popular theory was, that Lenore Armyn, because of her wrongs, had taken the life of her husband. Here was another who complained, who, had been even deeply wronged, perhaps; might riot she have laid her plans and struck down her destroyer on his wedding night? "I said nothing of these notes or my suspicions, but I worked to find, not only Lenore Armyn, but this other one, and then to fix the guilt where it belonged. I knew of one young lady that had been more or less talked of in connection with Clarence Arteveldt, but it seemed quite absurd to think of her as this suspected one. I had met this lady—and just here I may as well state how. One day, the second of September last, as I sat at lunah Clarence Arteveldt sought me, saying that the house of a, friend had been rob- bed, and more than twenty thousand dol- lars taken from a private desk. I hast- ened to the scene of the robbery, and made a ininats investigation of the prem- ises, and 1 at once decided that no burg- lar did the deed; no one had forced an entrance, and, spite of the fact that the front door was open, I did not believe that a burglar had gone away from that house after robbing it. In short, I sus- peeted a 'put-up job,' and I began to look for the robber in the tamily of the robbed man. Well, I was baffled here, but a strange suspicion entered my mind, and I resolved to let the matter die down, a,nd then begin at it afresh. The young lady of the house, as I have said, had been a friend of Arteveldts. I questioned him 'concerning her, and soon saw that it was a sore subject. One day he chaffed me in •tarn, saying that a certain George Vora - ham had told him that I was a frequent visitor at this house. Now, I was not aware that this Pordham was on calling terms there, and I feIt a little stu.ptised • at this, ancl resolved to ase,ertain how, and to what end, Mr. George Pordham kept himself so well posted concernin.g me. 1 inquired in a careless manner, and was assured that "Mr. Fordham was bare- ly known to the lady in question. .A. few days before his marriage Arteveldt made, what I considered, an odd request; he asked me to ascertain, in an offhand way what the young lady thought of his mar- riage with Miss Armyn. I made a men- tal note of this, and after the tragedy it came back to my mind. "Now I will go back to the letters; havieg read these, I looked up Pordham, and talked with him about Arteveldt and his affairs; I knew that if anyone eould give trio inforination upon this subject, he was the man. But Pordham fought shy, and denied any knowledge of an old love affair ;• but while ho denied it 1 saw in his'ye that he lied. 1 knew that he lied to me. Next 1 went to Pairlie, to see what I could learn from Doctor Austin here." Mr. Hale turned hiseyes upon Doctor Austin, and saw that both he and Mr. Ferrara were smiling significantly. "At Fairlie," pursued Bathurst, "I was -surprised to find nay friend end brother deteetive, :Robert Jocelyn. Ile was there in pursuit of 511 English Sicotindrel, whoin he had been shadowing for weeks. And now I =St deviate, or seem to, again., while I put in a word ooncerning Bob Jocelyn. "Ile had arrivedin this eity on the first day of last September, after a five years' absence in Europe. While in London he had been employed in workingup a mur- der ease. Ono Selovartz, a Jewish broker, and Rebecca Sehwartz, his sister, both aged people, had been murdered by the gni-wife of the old Irian. Jocelyn had searched all Europe for the murderess, who had fled, taking with her a large and very valuable collection of jewels, that had 'been hoarded by the miserly old man. He had at last come to America, in the hope of finding Elise Schwartz on this contineut. • "I was gla,d to come upon Jocelyn thus unexpeetedly, for I wanted his help. I began to tell him my business, and de- scribed the manner of the murder, where- upon ,Tocelyn sprang up W. great exeite- rnent, declaz.ed that Clarence Arteveldt and the Jew, Schwartz, had been killed in the same way, and he believed by the same weapon, and the same hand. The wound in the temple in eacli case had been made with the stylet, an instrument similar to the Spanish stiletto, but small- er, and keener, even, thau that. This statement seemed improbable; how could Lenore Armyn and this Elise Schwartz be the same? They coidd not; this we knew. But the stylet is a foreigu weapon, little used, and the coincidence served to deepen our interest in the ease." ..Tho detective paused for a moment; his four auditors were listening with al- most breathless attentIon ; what he now stated was new, to all alike. CHAPTER XLVITI. — THE MURDERESS IS POt7ND. The detective sat in thoughtful silence for a few moments, and. then recommenc- ed his story. "I can now condense my narrative a little more, and yet make myself under- stoOd," he said. might say much con- cerning Lenore Armyn, for Jocelyn had made some startling discoveries concern- ing her while in Fairlie, but that must remain until another time. Now we must talk of the murderess. "I told Socelyn all that I had discover- ed, and all I suspected, and the next morning he started back to the city, to keep a -watch upon the suspected house, and upon Mr. Pordham. My information concerning the house was this: It had been taken a few days after Arteveldthad secured the othenby a middle-aged widow; she intended to open a fashionable board- ing-house, she said. Now, mark this, the two houses were taken within the same week, but, while that of Clarence Arte - veldt was ready for its occupants many days before the wedding, the other house was still vacant on the wedding night. "Well! Rob attended to the house, and I remained in Fairlie, as you know, for three long months. "A few days after my return from Fair- lie, I received a note from the young lady, who was said to have been, at one time, a special friend of Artevelit's and whose father had been robbed. so mysteriously, and I may as well begin here to use the name of that young lady. It was Miss Aura, the adopted daughter of that gentleman, Mr. James Durand." The lawyer turned. a startled face to- ward Mr. Durand, but that gentleman merely nodded, and then turned his stern set face again toward the detective. "At the time of the robbery," continu- ed Neil, "Miss Durand had with her a, Miss Nina Annin, a hired companion, who was seemingly a prime favorite with the young: lady of the house. 1 had been in the society of the two young ladies— previous to the murder—frequently, and for a purpose. And—I had assured my- self that the bond between them was not that of love. But, so clever was their outward seeming that it was impossible for me toguess which held the mastery over the other. When I called, after my •three months' absence, and in response to her note, I found Miss Durand without a companion. Before going to Miss Dar - med.'s room, however, I met Mr. Durand, and, at his request, entered the room of his wife, who was slightly indisposed. I sat besiie ltfxs. Durand for a time, and I listened to a description of her sYmptoms. And then I knew that her slight indis- position was a creeping insidious danger; that she was being slowly poisoned. On: seen by any one I took from the table near her couch a bottle that she had told me contained her medicin.e. Well, I will dispose of this part of my story now. I took the bottle to Dr. Worthing and he analyzed the medicine. It contained a strong mineral poison. Then I told Mr. Durand the truth, and convinced him that it was the truth. He took his wife away from the city, starting suddenly, and taking only one servant with them. Before he went we fully understood each other. He put a woman in charge of the house, whom I recommended, and who I knew I could depend on ; and he did other things that will develop themselves later. His nouse held a dark secret, and he left me to penetrate it. Now, I must go back to that call upon Miss Durand. She had . sent for me, she said, to learn 'something more than she already knew of the .Arte - veldt tragedy; she wanted to know if I had found any clue to the fugitive bride, etc. But I knew that I had -not come to the true reason of her desire to see me yet. Presently I spoke of Miss Armin, and then she managed to convey to me, under a pretence of speaking regretfully, pitifully and affectionately of the girl, the idea that it was Miss Armin, and not her- self, who had been abandoned for Lenore Armyn by young Arteveldt. She, Miss Durand, had been aware of the true state of affairs, and had suffered herself to be misrepresented for the sake of her friend. Bat she had been obliged to give Miss Armin up; and then in the same soft, in- sinuating way, she said enough to make me understand that Miss An= was the one who had robbed Mr. Durand, and that she, Miss Aura, had clone all she could to shield her. Out of pity, of ciourse. Then knew why the had sent that note.' She wanted to plaee Miss Annin under sus- picion. As I was about to go I asked Miss Aura if sho could give me the ad- dress of Miss Annin. She replied that Miss Armin was at present stopping with a Mrs. Rogers, who kept a boarding- house, and who was said to be her aunt. Well, this I knew already, and I knew, too, that 'Mrs. Rogers' boardinghouse' was the very one then under suspicion— the house next that of the late Clarence Arteveldt. Having satisfied myself on this point, I next asked Miss Aura if she would give me a swap of Miss Atnin's handwriting. She hesitated for time, and then said that she would if 1 would give her my word not to use it to the Wary of Miss Annin, 1 promised this readily ; and then she said that she °out:111ot then put her hand upon the writing of her late eoMpanion, but would look lOr some and send it to me through the mail. 1 had told her there 1 would leave to wn again Very Wen. While we were eonvereing, and just after being afi- lillrea. byMiss Aura that she and her at companion did WA visit each other, servant announced Miss Annin; and be- fore Miss Aura could utter a word Miss Annin herself sailed into the room. Of course I withdrew; but I paused outside the door long enough to hear Miss Aura, say, in a cold, angry voice: "What do you want now ?" "'One thousand dollars," replied Miss Annin coolly. "And then Miss Aura exclaimed: 'What, more money ?" "I had heard enough to give me some- thing to think of, and I hurried away then. You must remember that this was before Ma. Durand took his wife away= on th a day the poisoning- was discovered, in fact. •"Atany things engaged my time for days after that, and when next I called at Mr. Durarurs house, he, as I was well aware, was away with his wife. Ms. Richards, the woman who was lett in charge of the house, was under my structions, and I knew how things were moving,. there. Miss Aura in the mean- time, had sent me the asked for specimens of Miss Annin's writing, and, as I fully expected, it was the same as those two notes that 1 took from among the papers in Clarence Arteveld't rooms. I earl founa pretexts for writing Miss Durand several notes, and of course they had been answered, so you will see that I had now what was supposed to be samples of the penmanship of both Miss Annin and her quandom companion. "One day Miss Aura sent for Mrs. Richards, the new housekeeper; she had received severarletteies that morning, and amongthem one from Mr. Durand. This letter Informed her in the kindest and pleasantest manner that he (Mr. Durand) had just discovered that he had a nephew living, the son of an only brother, and therefore he couldnot, as had alwaysbeen expected, make her his sole heiress. She would, of course, marry well, and he owed a duty to his nephew, etc., etc. He fin- ished by saying this nephew, Mr. Charles Durand, would arrive in the city almost as soon as did his letter, and that he should leave it to Miss Aura to entertain him properly in the house that was hence- forth to be his home. Now, some young ladies might have been angry, even pre- judiced, against this young man -who had come between her and a fine fortune. But Miss Aura sent for Mrs. Richards, told her that a favorite nephew of her 'papa's' was about to arrive, and desired that ev- ery honor shOuld be paid to the young man. "While she was talking Mrs. Richards surreptitiously picked frora the ashes of the grate a crumpled•up letter that had doubtless been thrown there to burn, but that had fallen short of the flames. It was a note from Miss Annin, and a very commanding one. That note is now my possession. "Well, the nephew arrived, and. the next day came Miss Annin. She had sta- ted in her note that Miss Aura must go shopping with her. Miss Aura had not called as instructed in the note, so the mountain had come to Mahomet. There was a warm scene. Miss Aura rebelled, and -whispered somethingin the ear of the other that seemed to take away her breath for half a second; then she rallied, avaip- ped gut her purse and took from it a bit of cloth which she held before the honi- fied eyes of Miss Aura. This seemed to have the desired. effect; each seemed to be a little in awe of the other, and they went shopping together, appearing the .rnost amiable of young ladies. When Miss Annin reached home. however, she found that her pocket had been picked and the little purse containing the little bit of cloth was ,gone. "Miss Aura seemed restless that night, and retired to her room very early, but Mrs. Richards followed her, and she found no chance for solitary reflection. Presently Mrs. Richards coaxed her to re- tire, and. she, doubtless to get rid of the good housekeeper, consented. I don't think she intended to sleep, but scarcely had her head touched the pillow before she was in dreamland—the housekeeper had drugged her. "Then I was admitted to her rooms, no matter how, and Imade a thorough search. In a trunk that had a false bottom I found two packets of letters and a case contain- ing thousands of dollars worth of unset jewels, and in another trunk that was lockei and the key thereof kept upon the person of Miss Aura I found a valise con- taining the proofs that Aura Durand was aunty of the murder of Clarence Arte - veldt. Mr. Hale started violently, and again turned to gaze at Mr. Durand, but that gentleman. looked as stern as fate,as im- movable as the sphynx. Dr. Austin, too, looked considerably startled; but Francis Farrars was not at all astonished. "Think what a skillful intriguante this girl or woman is," continued Bathurst. "The package of letters revealed a long and close intimacy between the murdered man and herself. One was the packet returned to her by Arteveldt, and to which he referred in that fragment of burned letter, a complete copy of which was with thispacket. The other smaller letter packet contained letters written by him. She had returned him some of his letters, and he had burned them; but a few, those that he would care least to have seen by his wife or mother, she had retained, together with several pictures of him. No doubt she had discovered that two of her notes were missing and know- ing of my search, as she did front Mrs. Arteveldt, she took measures to throw suspicion upon the woman who was her enemy—Nina Annin. "She put me off to gain time and wrote a line which she sent to me as time, writing of Miss Annin, while the notes she sent me were all written by her maid. The note found in the grate was really writ- ten by Miss Annin; and Mrs. Richards took great care to get a sample of the maid's writing, which corresponds exactly with the notes sent me by Miss Aura, and bearing her signature. "The letters and the 161VelS I kept, but I took care to replaca them with three packages that so closely resembled the genuine ones, that, unless they were ex- amined into,the fraud would not be de- tected. I did the same with the black valise. I removed its contents, filled it with something else, relocked it, and re- placed it in the trunk. When I left the room I was eareful to kave everything as I found it. I will tell you now the fate of that black valise. "At daybreak Aura Durand stole from the house. No doubt the drug had delay- ed her movements cionsiderably, and she carried in her hand that same dark valise, She went straight down to the lake, and out upon a pier. Here she dropped the valise into the water, watched it, sink, and then harried back home. Sho be- lieved that she was sinking the evidence of her crime. But these were in my pos- eessioe "Mr. Hale, in my first report I sai thet Clarence Arteveldt was killed by small foreign weapon, known, as the st5 let. Well, 1 took from that black valiet now lying at the bottom of the lake long, dark cloak, that had lost a ma corner, a bunch of keys, that fit the doe: of Mrs., Rogers' boarding house, and -- blood-stained, gold. -hilted stylet." • There was a murmur of horror from Doctor Austin, from Mr. Hale, even fruit lames Durand. "But that is not all," went on the dis teetive. "Miss Annin, you will renew ber, lost h.er poeltet book. Well —I Nan it. It contained some money, part of counterfeit, and a smaller part.good. ; piece of cloth that inateheti in size, colt, and quality, the torn corner of Miss Da and's cloak; and seisral scraps of writ ing, the writing of Miss Aura, herself, th flame writing that is contained in the tw threatening notes, in the letters retu.rne to her by Arteveldt, in the scrap she sen me alleging it to be from Miss Armin These scraps speak for tharnsel L.es." He took from his pocket a lady's purse opened it, and. took oat a little roll a paper, 'I don't know whether they were Writ ten to her, or to Fordham. am incline. to think that they were not inten led. ft Miss Annin, and I don't know how that came into her possession, as I have n heard her statement yet. They are with out signature or address, and evident refer to the house of Mrs. ltogers. Listen One thousand is all I can raise for you w In a week I shall have September 1st, "This, you See was -written before tilt robbery. She was bribing some one, W must look to Miss Annin to explain wh, it was. Here is the next; it is dated Sep tember 7th, nearly a week after the rob bery of 111r. Darand's desk: You can irive $5 OW to -night. Do not fail nu I am growing impatient. "Here is the next one Do not take that house. I can recommend better oue. Will pay the difference. You c a have 01.00D—when tae change is made. "This note is dated just two days befot the Rogers house was taken. Here is th, last note: Delay your preparations. I can not raise 51 muney now: ,n tee days can give you $5,0et Do nothing until then. "And this is dated one week before th murder. Do you see, gentlemen? Aur Durand rubbed her adopted father, th., she might bribe some one. They an about tor some reason. to take a house she bids them take this partic Aar on and pays them $1,00- for obliging Then she bids them to delay their pie parations for ten days; by that time she will have no further use for the house. Now, then, gentlemen, for our next testi- mony, we must visit Miss Armin, in her cell, and hear what she will tell us." Neil elathurst arose and put back the scraps of paper in the pocket -book, and then put that away carefully in his pocket. Mr. Hale arose and turned to Mr. Dur- and. "Mr. Durand, sir," he said, "this seems incomprhensible to me. Is it your wish that this young lady, your adopted daughter, be arrested?" "Mr. Hale,'' replied Mr. Durand, grave- ly, "you are Mrs. Arteveldt's business manager, and you cam, I think, speak with some authority. If Aura could be arrested on another charge, and could be taken quietly out of the country, to be tried in another land, would you consent to it, or aid in bringing it about ?" (To era OuNrINUED.) A TRUE GHOST STORY. MEMBER of Congress from the western part of the Une ted States is responsible for the following. He says: I believe my father'who was a general in the late war, was one of the bravest men I ever knew. His services to this coun- try, and his gallantry on the field of bat- tle, are matters of public history. It is not to this I refer when I speak of his courage. As long as he lived he would relate to his buys this incident, whieh is one of the most remarkable I have ever heard of in all the domain of the saper- natural. My granclfathet was one of the pioneers of the great Northwest. One December morning in about 1830 he lefe home to sell a tract of land he owned in the East. He expected to re- turn to my grandmother and their four sons on Christmas Day. He had told my grandmother that he would bring $1,000 m money concealed in a leather belt he always wore around his person'and plen- ty of toys for the children. My father said he could never forget that Christmas evening when his mother, surrounded by four impatient lads, eagerly awaited his coming in the rade cottage in whichthey lived on the prairie. • The ground was covered with snow and the distant bark of a coyote or howl of a wolf made the blazing fire on the open hearth seem all the brighter for the inmates of the cot- tage, -while they presaged danger for the expected father and husband. My grand- father never returned. No news of him was ever received except that he had sold the Eastern property anJ. started west with $1,000 in gold on his person. Years after my father, who was the oldest son, began life as a drummer for a Chicago firm. My grandmother, who was a wo- man of strong character, great industry and unusual executive ability, struggled along amidst her wild surroundings, man- aging not only to maintain her growing family, but to give them a fair knowledge of the rudiments of education. 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SHELBY ST. -DRS KENNEDY 86 KERGAN No. 148 h 1 DETROIT, MCH. : FaWREEMEOFBAIMMEMTL,faliiiRnr-'71.0 acrt.-as ad and sleep in that little hut in ttlaeh there is a comfortable eitough , so far as outside looks eo," ith a nit sterious wink at some of' his half iut• x leered customers. "S\ ta• he matter with the plaee ?" said 1 her. ill I ," said the host, "before you have 4.11 ill. it half an hour. I've put preachersgamblers and toughs and all sorts in tea, muni many a time and. no one hAs vv. • been able to sleep in it. It's ha, d • r•he liveliest ghost that ever sta k tv on place ten years " 1Vly r quietly answered. "I don't heliev,. L. .,hosts and if any practical joke is 1.1 played on me the joker will feel the it., of my two 'big fellows," pull- ing o t t enormous horse -pistols from his hip p c.k ,ts. The lei, seper replied, "That's the ne placein this town where you'll be free Ir m p actical jokes on Christmas eve. T e is not a man in this village who Pen Id whiskey enough to give him th le • assary courage to go to that place it • nightfall. There are two ca,ndb s , b eh you had better keep burn- ing in csa,se you conclude to spend the iug,ht th e. My lath. says he did not for an in- stant mai; t he story about the ghost. He telt his wail 5 in charge of the inn -keeper. Grosse th keen entered the hut, lit his can n tie ent to bed. Exhaustid with fatig ye. h as abo t to fall asleep when he 1 elt th covering slowly drawn from his b cly as if some one hadpulled it from the net. ife waked up in an instant, thinking EV ae boys had got under the bed and w• trying to annoy him. He threaten d them with his pistols and cau- tioned th in to desist. Pulling the cover cl sely ar •nd him mice more, he was about fallin. a asleep when the same thing was rep.st cl. This time he cocked his pistol an' s Ls about to fire, when he saw oatlined in the dim shadows at the foot or his bed a huma,n. skeleton. Amazed, he stare at the apparit on, which after a moment or t wo beckoned to him with its hand and pointed towards the door. My tether say- impelled by some influence which he found impossible to resist, he got up, put on his clothes, and followed th • skeleton until it led him to an open field at least a mile from the village. In the middle of this field some straggling bushes gren The apparition led the way to this undergrowth, stopped, and with a commandin.,; gesture pointed do e nward. My father says that he realized in an in- stant that i 5 was his father's ghost. He remembered then and there that his mo- ther had always said her husband was murdered. He noticed the place over which the skeleton finger pointed, care- fully marked it with a stick and returned to the villoge, determined to get some men the ,oat morning and adig at that point until he found what the apparition evidently meant he should. He retired o the same bed, blew out the candle and slept undistarbed until daybreak. When he wont to breakfast he told his experi- ence of the night before to several stal- wart miners, gave them the history of his father's mysterious disappearance, and begged theta to go with him to the place indicated. They willingly agreed an 1 armed ; ith picks and spades they easily followed the trail marked by his foot- prints the night before. The men dug about throe ioet when they found the bones of a man of large stature and a leather belt containing a thoesand dol- lars in gold! No one present doubted for an instant the identity of the ghost. The thousand d 110,1:$ -were unreservedly hand- ed, over to my father who ordered a eoffin in which he depesited the bones of the murdered re an and started at once for my grandmother's cottage. She recognized at Ones the leather belt as being the one in which m,te grandfather was accustomed to conceal his money. This tale is absolutely true in every portienlar. The war mane on a few years afterwaids. My father Was in some of its hardest fought ba• ties, Ho was taken prisoner and spent weeks in Anderson- ville but to the clay- of his death he al- ways said that the mast fearful half hoar of his life was when he followL d a moving skeleton to the lonely grave of his mur- dered father at midnight Deceinber the 25th, TELE FATE OF A STORY. The Author Thought It a Good One If No One Else Did. An author's own valuation of his work is something singularly peculiar at times. A case in point was told me the other day by an author whose work receives the best c,onsideratiou wherever he chooses to offer it, writes Edward. W. Bok. "I wrote a story," he said, "some five years ago which I felt was my master- piece. 1 finished it and put it away for a month. Then I read it and was delight, ed. I took it to Mr. Alden, the editor of Harper's Magazine. He thank -ed. me and said he would read it at once. In a day or two he sent it back with a polite word of regret. I read the story again and. was better pleased with it than ever. I took it to Mr. Gilder of the Century- He pro- mised to give it quick attention.. In less than a week it was returned with another polite note of regret. This time I was angry, so I took et at once to Mr. Burlin- game, the editor of Smibner's, saying, 'Here is something you may want.' Mr. Burlingame, in his own polished and dig- nified way, expressed his obligation at be- ing permitted to read what he felt sure must be an excellent thing. But when he had read it he evidently did not feel so sure, for he sent it back also. Now these three :rejections ought to ha -vs con- vinced me that the story was not so good., and. I will say that I was disheartened. So I put it aside. A year later I took it up and re -read it. It seemed to me won- derfully clever in plot and construction, and the manlier and workmanship seemed well nigh perfect. So I sent it to another magazine where I was known only by re- putation. Here it stayed several months before it was in my hands with another note of polite regret. Then I sent it to another and another magazine till I bad exhaused the whole field. None of the editors would have it. Meantime I had read. it myself at least a dozen times, and each time I was more fully convinced of its excellence. When there were no editors left to read it I gave it to my wife. She read it and seemed embarrassed when I asked her opinion. When she realized that I really wished her to speak she told rae frankly that she thought the story was silly and stupid. This was a blow. I then asked one of the editors who was also an intimate friend, about Le story. He said that he had thought when he read it that I had not offered it seriously but was playing a some kind of a practical joke on him. 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