IS 8111 ' ' a',4H ,1" inyiMi" ! K1 i t- i ! i. i..,-, ' . .. . i )".Scr' ' n -::-ieebbnt :' family: . newspaper.- ';; fJ Vol. TT; v . New, Bloomfleld, Pn., Tuesday, August 13, 1872. IVo. 33. i8 PUBLISHED IVERT TUESDAY MORNING, BY FBANK M0ETIMEE'& CO., At New Bloomfleld, Terry Co., Pa. Betas provided with Rteam Power, and large Cylinder and Job-Presses, we are prepared to do all kinds of Job-lTliitliiK In good style and at Low Prices. ADVERTISING KATES I . rVontiunt 8 Cents per Une for one Insertion. 13 " twolnsertlons 15 " ' three Insertions. Bvelness Notice in Local Column 10 Cents per line. i . Notices of Marriages or Deaths Inserted free. ' ' Tributes of Respect, Ac, Tea cents per line. . . YEARLY ADVERTISEMENTS. Ten Lines Nonpareil one year $10,00 Twenty lines " ' " 118.00 ' evFor longer yearly adv'ts terms will be given upon application. THE DISCARDED DAUGHTER. on CAPTAIN JOHN'S COURTSHIP. CONCLUDED. With Saddlor's help, ho found, after a search of several days, a manufacturer of cravats, who agreed to take her into his work shop at a small compensation, and although the captain knew that she was capable of better things than this, she was so anxious to bo doing something, however littlo, that ho consented to hor taking the place until a better could bo found. As she realized her security in this new po sition and began to feel that the old lifo was really loft behind, she bogau also to appreciably improvo in spirits and appear ance. Numberloss little contrivances of tasto in dress, forgotten and uncared for during the dark days of hor former wretch edness, began to offor themselves to the captain's notice on his visits, and it was with much satisfaction that ho saw the 'bloom on ho cheok gain brightness and .pormanency as tho days went by. She scomd to regard his frequent visits as tho chief ploasure of her life. As ho ascended the dark stairs, ho would almost always find hor at tho top of thorn, waiting for him expectantly. On thoso evenings poor Mary Marsh would endeavor to appear at her host. But Captain Burrill never knew that her toilet on those occasions occupied ' half an hour longer than usual, lie never knew how frequently before his arrival she had cautiously opened the door and listen ed for his stop.' lie novor saw tho brown eyes fastened upon him, as tho eyes of men sometimes fasten upon tho woman they love, following him in his every movement in the loom. , He only know at those times that somehow his hat would be whisked out of his hand, his overcoat removed from his shoulder, the best chair in tho room whoel cd up from before the Are, and, .Mary Boat ed In her old place opposite, almost before 1 ho had crossed the threshold. ' , One evening it was winter thenhe camo to Mary's room with a budgot of news for hor. ' .' , ' Wo aro in luck," ho said, after ho had wavrnud hismelf by the fire. "I have got a place for you more adapted to your cap abilities than a, cravat-maker's shop. Look here I" , Jlo took from his pockot a letter, upon which Mury, looking over his shoulder, saw the postmark, " Philadelphia." , "I have received this from a friend re siding in Philadelphia," ho continued, "who writes to requost my services in find ing for him a governess for his children, two little girls of six and eight years lie asks me to send him a person of refine ment, well educated and not too old to have somo sympathies in common with tho pu pils who will be placed In her charge. For a teacher who will fulfil those requirements he will pay the sum of eight hundred dol lars a ' yoat, Vofddes receiving hor on an equal social footing with the members of his own family. : And whom can I recom mend, Mary, but you? r You have had an excellent education, and in tho work of cul. tivatlng these little frcHk hearts and intel lects you will find tho best assistance and grace for your own reformation." lie had expected her to overwhelm him , with a profusion of thanks. JIo looked at least for some outward show of gratitudo " and enthusiasm. ' But she stood, by his side ' gazing thoughtfully in the fire, and her cheek bad grown white as the ashes beneath the grate. , ' " Mary," said the captain, reproachfully, 41 Isn't this good news for you ? Don't you rejoice at it, as I have done all the day be fore I came here?" Still she made him no answer, and the captain, a little disappointed, put the letter back in his pocket. ' "O Captain Burrill," she said, coming to herself at laBt, "is there no other way ? Must I really go to Philadelphia ?" " Certainly not," replied the captain, in some surprise j "cortainly not, if you have any objection, but you will never bavo an other chance like this. Are you In doubt as to your ability? I have no fenrs of that;" ' '"No," she mid, " not that not that." "And what then?" asked the captain. "I should suppose you would bo willing to make any sacrifice to get away from the scene of your past life. I imagined this city to be odious to you." She turned away from tho fire abruptly and, walking to the window, looked wear ily out into the night. The captain, after a moment's hesitating wondor at her strange manner, followed her. "Mary," he said, "thorb is some weighty reason why you do not think favorably of this plan. Can you not yet believe me to bo your fiiond? No one can have your in terests more at heart than I. Will you toll me what this objoction is ?" "Oh," she cried, burying her faco in hor hands, "it is becauso you are so good a friond to me that I cannot toll you. You would hate mo, you would despise mo, if I should whispor it." "Can it bo worse than what you havo al ready told mo?" he asked. "You have related somo terriblo things about yourself, and yot I havo not hated or despised you." "It is worso a thousand times worse," sho said, " becauso it betrays a weakness I thought I had conquered long ago, Sparo me this, sir,' and Jet me go on in the old way. I am earning very littlo, but let ino stay hero." , '. ' "You shall stay, if you desire it," said Captain Burril, knitting his brow; " but you have disappointed mo.", "O my God !" sho cried, wringing her hands. " You will wrench it from mo. Can you not see tho truth ?" " No, on my life I can't," replied the captain, bowildoredly. ,t' Sho turned to him nnd gontly folded , her white arms about his nock. , , " I love you 1 sho whispered. If a thunderbolt had come crashing through tho ceiling and buried itself at tho captain's feet, or Satau had risen, robed hi all his blazing terrors, from tho glowing coals in tho fire-place, tho captain could hardly havo bcou more completely astound ed. So great was his amazement that ho involuntarily recoiled a stop and, seized tho woman by the wrist. , In , an instant sho tore herself from,, his,- grasp aud, sank down upon the floor, trembling liko, a leaf, " I knew it," she cried, swaying herself to and fro in the intensity of her ' emotion, " Why dou't you tell me that you' liato me? Why don't you strike mo froni you in scorn and contempt? But: you mado mo say it. ' You Made mo say It." ' ,: So bewildered was the captain still, that he remained gazing at her for several mo ments in a sort of stupefaction, without replying a word. ., When ho camo to his senses at last, he gently raised her , to hot foot and led her to a chair. , . "Mary," ho said, taking a, seat beside her, " you have surprised me more greatly than I can express, but do not believe that I hate you or condemn you. Still lot mo bo your fiiond your sincoro and faithful friend as I have been since that dreadful night of long ago. More than that I can not bo, for whatever I may ouco have been I am now no longer in possession ' of my freedom. I can blame no one but myself for this. I should have told you long ago." And then, as gently as he could, he whis pered to her listoning ears his own Btory, lie told hor of his early life, his subsequent career upon the sea, his success and rapid promotion in his profession. He spoke of hit little windfall of fortune, and lastly, he told hor of bis approaching marriage, and described to her the virtues of his intendod wife. . Throughout the Whole of the recital his listenor sat motionless, hor eyes fixed steadily upon tho lire and her hands fast clasped iu oue auotlior. , As ho coased his story, she raised her hand aud asked a aim question, : :..! !...; ., i i -- - f ", Will you tell me the name of ' your fu ture wife?"'.,. : , . Simple as was the request, Captain Bur rill could scarcely bring himself to answer it Again the resemblance between these two women fiashqd into his mind, and an indefinable feeling of restraint in speaking of one to the other scorned to place a seal upon his lips. But still did Marry Marsh look into his face inquiringly, and Captain Burrill, unable to withstand the mute appeal of those deep brown eyes, turned towards them and answered her: " She is the daughter of my employer. Her name is Marion Marshall." . ' The girl's features contracted as with a spasm of intense physical pain, but the fooling whatever it was, passed as quickly as it came, and loft her as before, gazing dreamily into the coals. "Doyoulovo her?" she asked after a moment's silenco. . " Yes," said tho captain, wonderingly. " That is, I think so. Why, yes, of course I do;" and he laughed at his own absurdi ty. "Would you die for her?" asked Mary. The captain looked at hot in some per plexity. He bad never asked himself such serious questions as those. When he first met Marion Marshall, he had become lost in admiration at hor ' royal beauty, hor in telligence and hor accomplishments. Sho was something as far beyond tho ideal which had been the aim of his ambition through all his life a woman so much su perior to all his idle dreams of what his future wife should be that, in the surpiso and delight at finding hor really in his pos session, bo had hardly stopped to ask him whethor his feeling was a love springing from tho depths of the heart, like the deep sea swell in mid-ocean, or only a trausiont emotion, like the breaking of a wave over a shallow bar in a passing gust of wind. " 1 don't know," ho replied, to Mary's question." I don't see how I can tell until nn opportunity alio ids. I suppose I would." " If ho loved her truly," thought Mary, " ho would know that ho would die for her." "' '' ' Long after tho captain had gono that night did Mary Marsh sit gazing wearily into the fire. On parting, ho had left tho imprint of his lips upon her forehead, and it seemed to hoi that tho kiss burned there liko a coal of Are. ' Yot in hor face was an expression of blank despair tho sorrow of desolation.,' She was alone again. A desire to leave tho spot which had witnessed tho extent of her humiliation, and tear herself loose from tho protection of him whoso presenco her own shamo would henceforth render painful to hor, took a fierce posses sion of hor heart.' Once hioro to cast her self upon the mercies of tho world, perhaps to seek even yet A homo beneath tho dark waters of tho river, becamo her purpose now. Wearily, wearily sighing to think how wretched had been her failure to re gain her fair fame onco more; wearily press ing her hand to her aching heart to silenco its burning throbs, sho rosofrom herself; at last and began to collect her few scanty ar ticles of dress. From, place to place about tho room sho Went, thinking at evory turn, of tiio happy memories w ith which oach nook of tho poor apartment was fraught memories of tho pleasant hours which sho had passed with him and in listening to his kind words of encouragement and comfort. Tho things which ho had given her she loft untouched,' and dressing herself in the fa ded gown and shawl which she hod worn on the night of her rescuo a night which camo to her recollection now with a dis tinctness that mado her shudder she sat down onco more before tho fire with hor hood hold earelossly in hor hand, to dream one more dream of tho things that might havo boon, before she loosed hor grasp upon thoso golden possibilities forevor. How long sho sat thus she knew not, but the fire had deadened into a purple heap of moulder ing ashes, aud was sending a single spiral wreath of smoke curling softly up the chim ney before sho camo to herself again. Then with a sudden cry she sprang to hor feet and, with one lingering look around the room, passed quickly across the threshold and gontly closed tho door behind her. On finding Jiorsejf in tho street, Mary Marsh stood still in momentary indecision. Whither she should go or what she should do was a question that, until now, had scarcely crossed her, mind. , The snow was coming softly down and already the silent streets wore covered with a white and fleecy carpet. A dread of returning to hor old haunts, and a lingering desire to breathe a last farewell to him whom she had made the object of her hopoloss lovo, decided her to turn her foot-stops northward, and wrap ping her thin shawl tightly about her shiv ering shoulders she turned her face against the cutting storm ' and' started towards Jacob Marshall's house. ,' . ' , " ' Jt was a long walk, and nearly an hour had passed before she ' arrived before the wide portal of the mansion. , Although the hour was not far from three o'clock, alight was burning in one of the upper chambers, and rightly conjecturing this to be the cap tain's room, she looked towards it reverent ly aub softly whispered a prayer for tho fu ture welfare of the occupant. Then with a sad farewell upon her lips and a cutting pain at hor heart, she turned away to re trace hor stops through the freshly-fallen snow. As she did so, her eyes fell upon tho figure of a man, seen indistinctly through the darkness and the blinding storm, emerging from beneath the shadow of a doorway on the opposite side of the street. The man stood for a niomont on the sidewalk and gazed cautiously around him, while Mary, with a new feeling in her bosom which caused her to skrink from the possibility of being accosted at that hour of the night, withdrew herself behind a pile of bricks before an unfinished building and waited for him to pass on. . As the figure slowly advanced towards the street-lamp, however, a peculiarity in his halting gait attracted her attention, aud as his face was turned towards her in the glare of the light, she, with a Btart of sur prise,rccognized the man as an old acquaint ance. As she had hinted to the captain, her life previous to his discovery of her, had not been especially creditable in its as sociations. Chief among those with whom sho had been thrown in contact during those dark and dreadful days, was a noted thief aud burglar, whoso daring nnd cun ning were only equalled by his ferocity aud brutality. Pinky McGuiro, hideous iu fea ture and revolting in ovory aspect of his nature, had still a soft spot in his heart which Mary's beauty had touched, and ho had mado himself hor compulsory compan ion too often for her not to have become thoroughly acquainted with his appearance. And if Mary Marsh was not greatly mis taken, Pinky McGuire stood before her now, intent, as sho could havo sworn, upon some mischief of no ordinary magni tude Tho Marshall mansion stood upon a cor ner, and had connected with it a largo gar den which extended somo distance in tho roar of tho house, aud which was hidden from tho view of persons passing through the sido Btrcet by a high brick wall. With this, garden, communication was had by means of a small green gate, used chiolly by tho butchers' boys aud milkmen, as af fording the easiest access to tho kitchen. Pinky McGuiro, after standing for some ments upon tho sidewalk, listening for ap proaching footsteps, crossed tho street and stepped cautiously . to' . this gato. Thou pulling from his pocket a ong, brass key, he gave one more furtivo look up tho street, and, unlocking tho barrier, passed into tho garden, leaving tho gate ajar behind him. , All of these things woro perfectly visiblo to Mary from her place of conceal mont be fore tho house, and it needed no great dis cernment upon her part to convince her that Mr. McGuire intended nothing less than a burglarly. Shuddering as sho thought of the consequences of being discovered by tho monster, hor desire to apprise the fam ily of their danger outweighed every con sidcration of prudence, and bIio resolved, if the thing wore possiblo, to thwart the bold rascal by alarming tho household. She waited for several ' moments and heard nothing. Then sho stolo cautiously to hto half-opened gato aud was edillod by the sight of Mr. McGuire's brogaus just disap pearing over the kitchen window-sill. Af ter listening again until sho felt sure that tho coast was oloar, sho dropped hor shawl upon the ground and followed hiin. As if sho wore well acquainted with ev ery inch of the promises, sho sped swiftly across tho kitchen to tho hall boyoud and ascended the broad stairs, stopping at each landing to listen. Sho know that the cap tain was still awako, and forgetting tho equivocal position in which she would be placed were she discovered, sho wended her way as quickly as she could with any de gree of caution, towards' the guests', cham ber, where from, tho street she had noticed a light still burning. Bo well did she seem acquainted with the house, that she lost no time iu reaching tho room. A littlo slant ing ray of light streaming from the key. hole told her Unit the inmate had not yet retired, and with an uuuttered prayer in her heart that hor summons might arouse none but the captain, she raised hor hand to knock upon the door. ., But, uoisless as had been hor movomonts she had been hoard,, Before she could exe cute her purpose, two brawny arras closed tightly around her and she, knew that she was in the grasp of Pinky McGuire. Turn ing partly in bis embrace, she seized bis hands with all her feeble strength and screamed aloud. With a fierce oath, the brute pushed her against the wall and, raising bis arm, struck her senceloss to the floor. In a moment more the door of the captain's room flew open and lot a flood of light stream forth into the hall. Some thing glittered in the captain's hand, and the burglar had scarcely time to loap for the stairway before the report of a pistol rang through the house and a bullot grazed his cheek and buried itself in the plaster ing abovo. Leaving Mr. McGuiro to make his undig nified escapo, the captain stooped over the prostrate body of the girl. Raising h er head upon his knee, he recognized her features with a cry of alarm. The inmates of the mansion, flocking to the scene in all stages of dishabille, had been too thoroughly frightened by the report of the pistol to notice the Captain's position. " There has been an attempt at burg lary," he said, iif answer to their excited questions, "and perhaps a murder. Search tho lower part of the house, some of you. Where's Mr. Marshall Somebody must do something for this poor child." Marlon, emerging from her room robed in a silken wrapper, was the only individ ual of the thoroughly alarmed household who retained any degree of presence of mind. Advancing iu quiet dignity across tho hall, she stooped with the captain over the senseless girl, whoso brown hair was falling loosely across his knee. Then she, too, started back with an exclamation of surprise , " Blanche !" she cried. "No, not Blanche," replied the captain, " hut Mary Marsh. I know her well. For Heaven's sake, Marion, have these stupid servants bring me somo water. I fear she is dying." " You know her well," said Marion slow ly, without heeding his request. " And I know hor well too well. If you enter tain tho regard . for me which you have hitherto profossed, you will havo her sent to the nearest police station." "To tho police station? She?'! said the captain, in astonishment. "Yes, at once." Sho stooped and whis pered to him fiercely before turning away, "I hate her!" "But, Marion," said Captain Burrill, "the girl is dying. Will none of you help mo?" ho asked, turning to tho servants. " You will assist him at your peril," she cried, to ono of thorn who, with terror in hor face, had turned to go down stairs. " I appeal to tho master of this house, Cap tain Burrill, for confirmation of my orders." But the captain did not bear her, for the woman in his arms opened her eyes those soft, brown orbs which had gazed into his so many times before and a faint, flutter ing sigh escaped her pale lips. . liaising hor goutly, tho Captain carried her to his own room and laid ' her tenderly upon his own bed. Then, sitting by hor Bido,he soft ly claspodher hands until she oamo slowly to herself again, and ho was able to draw hor head against his shoulder. . , "My poor child," ho whispered, as she looked into his faco -yith a mild terror in hor eyes; "no harm can como to ybii now. Don't explain anything. I belicvo in you still." ' ' ' .... "Toko mo away from this dreadful house," she exclaimed, trembling with ag itation as sho became aware of the group around her, " Let me go, O don't, don't lot my father soo mo ioro." " Your father !" said the captain, in amazement. "Yes. You have never known but half the truth. O, lot mo go." Sho turned towards the door as she spoko, and her eyos fell upon thp figure of old Jacob Marshall standing with Marion on tho threshold. With a wild cry she sprang from tho bod and fellt upon hor knees before thorn. ' "Fathor ! sister!" , But Marion looked down upon the kneel- ' ing, solf-abasod girl with a cold, hard stare, in which was no feeling of kindness or charity. "Never call me by that ,name again," she said. '.lIavo you not; disgraced us enough already ? One would think the rob bery of ourdomostio poace had been enough without this attempt upon our money too." "No, no," criod , Blanche,, wringing her bands in the agony of despair. ," l am .in nocent of that. Believe mo, J .have onl v tried to save you. Let me ,got I will never trouble you with my presence again,' , You shall never see me, novor i hear me, hut be-1 lieve me that I am innocent of this.'! Upon Jacob Marshall's face there came a CONCLUDED ON 8 BOON D rAGB.
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