Jet ll fe h 3 : : : ; M ::MralJI&, mam E; : mm if """To?"'! AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY NEWSPAPER. Y 'f 'x&ILS'' Vol. VIII. IVoav I3Iooinflell, I?a., Tuesday, Mar;li 3, 1874. TVo. O. IS F0BLI8HID KVBUI TCESDAT MORNING, BY FEANE MORTIMER & CO., At New Bloomfleld, Terry. Co., Ta. Being provided with Rteam Power, and large Cylinder and Job-Presses, we are prepared . to do all kinds of Job-Printing In good style and at Jxv; Prices. AtoVfiHTlStSG ttATKSI TramUtOB Cents per lino fbr one Insertion 13 . ' twolnsortlons 15 ''three insertions Business Notices In Local Column 10 Cents per Hue, M.Forlnii'p yearly HsiV'ts terms will be given upon application. A -CtalOUS RELIC. The Ilitldrhaf Maijazitu has the following In genious pfece of poetry, which one of Its cor respondents Vouches to bare been circulated in Philadelphia, during the occupation of the Bri tish In the war of the Revolution. Its author is unknown. Its peculiarity consists In the manner in which It maybe read that ls,ln three different ways, viz : (1) Let the whole be rend In the order in which It is written; (2.) then read the llnrs downwards on the left of each comma In every line ; and In the same manner on the rtflW of each comma. By the first reading it will be observed that the revolutionary cause Is deprecated, and lauded by the others: Hark I hark I the trumpet sounds, the din of war's alarms o'er seas and solid grounds, doth call us to arms Who for IKIng George doth Stand, their honors soon will shlge ; Their ruin is at hand, who with the Congress Join. The acts of Parliament, In them I much delight; I hale their cursed Intent, who for the Congress light, The Tories of the day, they are my daily toast; They soon will sneiAc away, who Independence boast Who non-resistance hold, they have my hand and heart; May they for staves be sold, who act a Whlgglsh part. On Manslletd, Horth and Bute, may dally bles sings pour; Confusion nd dispute, on Congress evermore; To North that British lord may honor still be done. I wish "block or cord, toUenerol Washington. For the ntoomf eld Times. THE MYSTERIOUS FRIEND. A Story of Old Virginia CONTINUED. AT first be thought of waiting to see who it might be, but the idea was 'thrown out, and be turned teward the houRO. Sir Oliver, bis wife and daughter were in the sitting-room when Chiron en tered, and the first question was from tlte baronet : " What of the youth, have you learned anything yet?" The old hunter's answer was njounifnl shake of the bead. Poor Ada I How the silent answer fell upon her soul. She bad hung upon the looks of the old hunter for bis answer the question that instinctively rose in her mind, and that answer bad crushed the bud of bope that struggled to put forth tU fragrant leaves. Her elbow rested on the table by ber side, and with a bursting heart she laid her brow in her open palm, but no tears came to ber relief. Her fair count enance, whereon bad rested such sunbeams of joyous happiness, was now marked by deep shades of sorrow, aid the romid cheek seemed almost channeled by the heart- floods that bad rolled over them. " No tidings? no word of hope? no glimmer of bis whereabouts?" uttered the baronet. "None!" sorrowfully returned Chiron. " I can find no traces of bim. I have been up the bay two hundred miles, and search' d in every corner, but pot a word oould I bear of bitn. But poor Morgiana, have you seen ber ?" " Yes," returned Bir Oliver, " I saw her the day before yesterday." t "And bow fared she?" " Bad and sorrowful. Hor heart seemed melting away In the fire of fitful agoay now streaming with a glare of rushing an. guifch, and anoo sinking into a pitiful muA aneholy. O, Chiron, what a subject for ttie moving of the lieart's dormant, slumbering ympathiea is she. An angel, and yet an inhabitant of earth;,a being bereft of reason, and yet with a soul entirely celes tial." The old hunter rose from bis seat. A big tear glisteiid upon either cbeek, Msli) trembled with emotion, und grasping the baronet by the hand, he exclaimed : ' " A load is even now taken from wy heart. Blio is an angel, and when she Is known she shall be loved. Hark I Heard you that footstep ?" "Yes. .'Tis approaching the house," said the baronet. " Some one would speak with you," said a servant, opening the door a moment after wards. "Whether this remark was addressed to Chiron or himself, the baronet waited not to ascertain, but be bade the servant show the applicant in. A moment passed the door re-opened, and the entrance was oocupled by a human form. Two individuals in that room rec ognized the new comer. The old hunter started back and shaded bis eyes with his broad palm, while Ada uttered one wild cry of joy and delight, and sprang forward. "Orlando, Orlando," uttered Chiron, as soon as he could grasp the youth by the hand, " what kind angel has giveu you back to us?" " God !" answered Orlando, as with one band in the keeping of the old hunter, be raise the other towards heaven." Sir Oliver waited for the first joy pas sages of old acquaintances, and then he stepped forward and claimed the acquaint ance of the youth who had been thus un expectedly restored. A strange light beam ed in the young man's eyes as he received the warm, beavt-gushing welcome of the father of ber be loved, and in his soul he knew that his suit was not rejected. The mother, too, gave him a hearty welcome. "Now," said Chiron, " let us know tho secret of your absence, and the events that have transpired." "My mother, my mother, first, " uttered Orlando. "Tell me of her." "She is well, and early in the morning we will go to her.". " But does she think I have forsaken her?" " No. She sorrows deeply, but she be lieves you will come back to ber." Thus assured, the youth took a seat, and with Ada nestled closely at bis side, be began with his flight from the jail, -and minutely gave every circumstance to the present time. The long boat after battling with the element over a week, mode land some two hundred miles south of Cape Henry, and from thence site was kept dose in shore And mado a safe passage to James River. Many times during the narrative did Orlando have to go back and explain, or repeat bis words, and when he oloaod there was a dead silence of several moments, broken only by the perceptible beatings of Ada's 'heart. "Then 'twas Rose well 'Berkley who sought thus your life ?" said the old hunter at length. . " Yes," returned tlte youth. " Nolan told me all." " And the villain would have sold you into slavery," said Chiron, with a shudder. "Yes so be intended. But God per mitted .It not," the yeuth returned. "But these sailors," remarked Chiron, with a seeming sudden thought, " I hope they will not see Borkley till our plans ate arranged." ' , " No fear of that I left them at the plantation of the 'king's bay, some fifteen miles below Jamestown, with .directions that they should net come up uutil they were sent for." "That is good," Mie old hunter uttered. " And new, Mr. Tioswell Borkley, you are mine." "Chiron," said the young man, with half emplering, half-earnest look, "know yon not new what all this means? Why that wicked man thus hunts me down ?" " I know, Orlando, bat the secret must yet a little longer be mine. Blame ie not for this. But you ace weak yon look faint and aiok" " I am weary," returned the youth, "for I Itave suffered much, for the last three weeks I have hardly skpt, und my tnind has been constantly on tUo rack, but this night's rest will restore tne, at leant, to comfortable health." " Then you had better go at once to your repose," said Sir Oliver. "I will," retarned tlm youth, "fori would be astir with the first beams of the Morrow's sun. Chiron, early will we seek uiy poor mother." As Orlando followed the baronet to the room where be was to rest, Lady Wimple called Ada to ber side, and placing ber arms around ber slender form, she said ; "Ah, my child, I wonder not that you loved him ; for who oould help It?" " Bless you, mother," murmured Ada, as the tears of joyous gratitude rolled down her cheeks. " I knew you would love him." " Now," said the baronet after he had returned, " how shall we proceed in this matter?" " I have It all marked out," said Chiron, "and, save the unfortunate mental aber ration of Morgiana, there will be no diffi culty." " But some of the charges against Berk ley cannot be proved, and, after all, I fear we shall be unable to actually criminate him in the eyes of the law." "Sir Oliver," Chiron said, while the in tensity of his feelings was kindled in every feature, " God never made the heart that might not be crushed. Rosowell Berkley has long carried a load of sin sufficient to break the peace of a thousand souls, and a feeling of security has sustained him ; but lot the hand of another burl these searing sins back upon his heart, and will see how he shall condemn himself. The voice of the murdered has only spoken to hira in his seclusion, and hence the world has seen not bis reeking soul ; but let another speak for the unavenged dead let another inter pret the language of that blood that cries out from the green sod its native land, and you shall see how like hcaveu's dread thun der its trumpet tones shall Btrike home to his tortured soul," " You are right," said the baronet, after a few moments' reflection ; " and now when shall we commence?" " We must first look to Orlando's safety from another arrest, for he is still under commitment." " That I will attend to on the morrow. While you aw gone to Mrs. Chester's I will go and Bee the royal governor, and I am Confident I can obtain present bail for the youth, and a conditional pardon." " Then if that be done, we may go on at once. Berkley shall know not of tho young moo's return till the youth appears to con found him, and then he shall know it to his sorrow." , " Ay, that heshnll," uttered the baronet. " By my faith,but Orlando's a noble youth. It speaks from every look and movement. There's no evil can live behind that face." " You speak the truth, Sir Oliver." " I believe I do. But now, Chiron, let's to bed. On the iwerrow you shall see Mor giana, and bring her here, while I make Orlando's peace with the governor." When Ohiroa laid his bead upon the pillow that night the sea of his prospects looked all calm and unruffled, and tiro ho rizon was clear. He knew not, ho dreamed not, of the cloud that was gathering over him, and 'twas well he did not, for in bis Ignorance he slept sweetly and soundly. The sky lark was just mounting upon her celestial throne of song when Chiron and Orlando set forth from the mansion of Sir Oliver. There had been a gentle rain during the night, but the sun rose clear and bright, and as its golden beams began to kiss the pearly raindrops a sweet fra grance leaded the grateful air, and from a thousand mossy banks and umbrageous nooks went forth the incense of joyous nature o lier'God. The canoe was launched, and oece more the young bunter's bcart leaped wildly in his bosom as his way was marked towards his fotesf home. He bent himself to his paddle, and all his weakness, ad priva tions, and bis past sufferings, wore forgot ten, as the canoe almost flew up tbe rolling river. The landing cove was reached, the canoe was hauled up among the bushes, aud with rapid strides our two friends set off through the path. As the opening ' was gained, the young hunter looked forth over the garden, to see if his mother was at ber accustomed morn ing's task, but he could see hor aot. The flowers, the shrubs, and the vine were there, gfctteriog with their dewy diamond. drops, but the genius of the place was ab sent. A fear stole through the mind of the youtli, but he endeavored te push it from bim. He entered the garden, passed up the vine-clad walk, and as his hand rest ed upon the latch a low sob broke upon his ear. -Quickly, but yet almost noiselessly, he opened the door and sprang ito the bouse. Upon the old oaken chest sat Elp- sey, with her face running streams of tears, and her bosom heaving with deep sobs. As the old woman heard the sound of footsteps she raised ber eyes from ber apron, and as they rested upon the form of her yauug master site sprang from her seat and darted forward. 41 God be praised,", uttered the faithful old creature, as she caught Orlando by the the arm. " Ue gib my young massa back iu safety. You ua dead dey no kill you I O, bress do Lord 1" " But my mother, whore is she?" asked Orlando. Elpsoy raised ber eyes there was a glare of painful intelligence la their burning depths, but she spoke not. " Speak, Elpsey where is my mother?' exclaimed the youth, while he trembled with a frightful fear. ' " O, God ?" murmured the old woman, as if afraid of her own voice, " poor missus gone !" " Gone I gone ! Not dead, Elpscy 1" cried Orlando, in a shrieking whisper. " Poor Elpsey don't know. Missus gone, and Elpsoy can't find hor." " But when did she go, and how ?" ask ed Chiron, at this moment stopping for ward, for Orlando seemed for the moment to have lost his power of utterance. ' She go yesterday morning," returned the old woman, over whose face a slight shade of hope seemed to pass as she beheld the old hunter. "She went out into de garden, an' I tink she was goin' to take care ob her flowers. One hour, two hour went away, and do sun bimeby reach to noon, but missus no come back. I hunt for her, an' I couldn't find her. I went all trough do woods, bunt In do brook but but she gone, an' poor old Elpsey left alone 1" " But the dogs the dogs 1" uttered Chiron, "did you not set them on the track ?" "Ah, Chiron," answered Elpsey, with a significant shake of the head, " de dogs no dogs now same as dey used to be. Since Massa Orlando gone dey do nothin' but mope 'round an' whine." " This is indoed a dark cloud upon our prospects," murmured the old hunter. "But courage, courage, Orlando. Let us not faint by the wayside, for as yet all is not lost." " If my mother be gone, then is all the world lost to me," ejaculated the youth. " I'll bid farewell to joy forevermore on on earth." " No, no there are others on earth for whom you must live. But give not up yot. Let us search firgt, ' and not until all search proves fru'lless must we sink in de spair." " Search 1 search 1" cried the youth, throwing off his dejection. "I'll search till theio's not a tree in the forest but bears its image to my sight 1" The energetic, frenzied tones of Orlan do's voice wont ringing through the air, and in a moment more a suppressed cry from the bounds announced that tbey had hoard it. Chiron stepped through the kitchen, opened the back door, and the dogs rushed in. They sprang to the feet of their returned master, leaped upon him, licked his hands and his faoe, and from out their sparkling eyes there spoke a language of true, disinterested affection, such as the sons of mon might emulate with profit. Old Elpsey could give no account of which way her mistress had taken, and the trails from the house in all directions were so numerous that the footprints of Mor giana could not be distingtished from the others. The hunters placed some reliance upon the dogs, however, and calling them to his side, Orlando took his rifle from its beckets and went forth into the garden. Here he made a show of search, and called several times for his mother. The hounds watched bis movements with anxious looks and at length they seemed to comprehend their master's object, for with that beam of intelligence which the bloodhound so quickly shows, tbey beut their nostrils to the earth, and after running over the garden in various directions, they darted off towards the brook, llore they orossed, and after searching a few momenta upon the other side they started for the forest. Chiron and Orlando followed quickly on, and ere long they were buried in the depths of the forest. They oould hear the dry bushes and boughs crackle beneath the feet of the bounds ahead, and, regardless of the thorns and under-brush, they kept on in pursuit. " My mother could not have taken such a course as this," said Orlando, as he struggled through the thlok ; undergrowth. " It does seem strange that she should have chosen such a way," Chiron replied, " but let's follow the dogs." " Ha 1 what's this ?" uttered the youth, as his eye caught a fluttering shred ahead of him. " Heavens 1 'tis a piece of my mother's mantle 1" he continued, as be picked from a branch of wild thorn a strip of white muslin. Orlando's eyes sparkled with a new hope, as he placed the shred within bis bosom, aud with an impulsive energy both he and Chiron darted forward. " Hark I" uttered Clilrjn, as be stoppei and bent his ears to the ground. " Can you hear the dogs ?" " No," Orlando answered, also listening, " See, 'tis high noon. Look, where the sunbeams fall through yonder opening in the trees. Can it be we have missed the trail?" ' "I foar we have," returned the young hunter, in a tone of dejection. Chiron was upon the point of speaking, when a sharp, prolonged, simultaneous cry from both the hounds broke through tlie forest. " On ! on 1" shouted the young hunter. " God grant that they have found her !" The two hunters sprang forward, and while yet the barking of the dogs made the deep forest ring, they glided through the tangled wildwood towards the spot from whence the sounds proceeded. Wildly, fearfully beat young Chester's heart, as he approached the dogs, and he almost dreaded to come upon them, lest disappointment only should meet him ; and another thought, frightful aud chilling, swept through his mind might not he find his mother's form in the cold grasp of death ! On he dashed, and at length be caught sight of the dogs. One bound brought him to their side, and ere his com panion reached the spot he uttered one low cry of hopeful anguish, and sank down by tho side of his mother's form. Wet and cold was Morgiana, for the rain bad found her unprotected her lips were set and colorless, and no mark of anima tion dwelt upon her marble features. Or. laudo placed his hand beneath her neck and raised ber head to his knee, and then, with bis own beait hushed to a fearful stillness, be placed bis hand upon tho bosom of his mother to see if hers had mo tion in it. " It beats 1 it beats t" the young hunter cried. "O, Chiron, my mother lives !" ' The excitement of tho moment camo near overpowering the youth, for long suf fering had made him weak, and closing his eyes beneath the unerring spell he sunk back upon the damp moss, and tho form of bis mother settled once more upon the ground. Chiron stooped over the forms of both mother and son, and ere many mo ments the latter was aroused to conscious ness, and when reason onee began to come to bis aid, the situation of his parent flashed upon him, and strength returned to bis every nerve and muscle. Chiron had raised the form of Morgiana upon his own bended kuees, and was chafing her temples with the seal-skin pouch he wore at bis girdle. " Can she live ?" asked Orlando, as he took ono of tho cold, alabaster hands in bis own. "There is hope," returned Chiron, "for her heart already beats stronger, and warmth begins to reach her temples. Take off your coat, Orlando, and place it here upon this gentle mound of inoss. Wo will let ber ret t here while we prepare a litter." The youth did as directed ; then Chiron laid Morglana's head back upon tho rough pillow thus prepared, and taking off his own shirt of soft fur, he placed it over her. This having been done, the old hunter drew his hatchet from his belt and proceed ed to get out the proper materials for a litter, and ere long one of sufficient capaci ty was formed, and upon it Morgiana Chester was laid. The two hunters raised the litter to their shoulders, and with eager steps they started homeward. The way was difficult and tedious, but at the dis tance of quarter of a mile they struck into a hunting-path, and they moved ou with more ease. Often did Orlando find himself obliged to stop and rest, but at length just as the sun had sunk below the towering tree-tops, they reached the forest cottage. Old Elpsey bounded forth, and with a wild ory of anguish she fell upon the form of ber mistress ; but as soon as she could be mado to comprehend that there was life in that cold form she olasped it in her arms and carried it into the house, where sho placed it carefully upon the bed. With a fond heart did the faithful old negress chafe the temples of ber mistress, and apply such restoratives as she oould command. Chiron and Orlando stood by with earnest, eager watching,and at length as the lant soft shades of twilight were deepening into darkness, the maniao moth er' eyes opened but O, what a fire burn ed in their bright depths I She put forth her white band and grasped Old Elpsey by the wrist. i "Hal you black fiend !" she orled, as she started up in her bed. " 'Twas you, yon who carried off my boy I" Chiron eprang forward and pressed the raving woman back upon hor pillow. Or- -lando seemed for a moment riveted to the spot then he sank upon his knees, buried bis face in the bed clothes, and sobbed aloud. To be continued.
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