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VOL. 00.
Blanche Marvill's Defeat.
BY DWKIHT \Y EL DON.
l l)o voa hear that, Mr. Arlington V
The speaker was Blanche Marvin, a
handsome brunette, and her elegant
dress and aristocratic bearing generally
accoided but strai.gely with her sur
roundings.
By her side stood a man whose hand
some, earnest face won her admiring
glance every time she looked at it.
They stood in an untenanted room
in a crowded, broken-down tenement
house, the man euzing reflectively out
at tho wilderness of roofs and chim
neys before them, the woman listening
intentedly to the soft, mellow notes of
a song, which echoed from the hallway
without.
Its rare harmony impressed the man
at last. He aroused himself from his
reverie and looked at his beautiful
companion in wonderment.
Not a word was exchanged until the
last note of the song was completed.
Whoever the singer wr.s, her voice was
one of marvelous scope and sweetness,
and a mutual appreciation showed in
the rapt faces of the two listeners.
Maurice Arlington's usually calm
features wore an expression of curiosi
ty and inteiest as he started to leave the
room.
'This is another surprise,' ho said, j
'We expected to find the tenements
here a model home tor the poor, instead
of which they are a pile of straggling,
ill-kept barracks. Then, when we
pause to reflect over the misery and
poverty around ns, A voice as famous
as that of a coutatrice startles us. ,
Come, Miss Marvin, I must know the
possessor of that voice.'
Mr. Arlington's companion frowned
slightly. The voice belonged to a wo
man, and she was naturally jealous.
Besides, she did no like Arlington's
deep interest in the beggarly tenauts of
the house ; it distracted his attention
from herself, an attention she was ex
erting all her sirenlike wiles to secure.
It was a strange combination of cir
cumstances that had brought these two
together, and to the block of dilapida
ted tenements known as Rossiter Row.
Two mouths previous Maurice Ar- j
lingtou was a poor and struggling ar- j
tist in New York City, living on the
bare pittance his avocation afforded
him, and the beautiful Blanche Mar- j
vin was secretary to a parsimonious
old money-lender named James Rossit
er.
James Rossiter died, In his will he
bequeathed to his nephew, whom he
had never seen, his entire fortune. It
was a surprise to Maurice Arlington,
and a source of great disappointment
to numerous distant relatives of the
dead miser.
So Arlington had come into his for- '
tune. lie had found Miss Marvin in
charge of the little otlice where his un
cle had transacted his business, and 1
bad learned that for years she had kept
his accounts as a proficient and reliable
employe.
She was the sole support of an invalid
mother, and he was interested in her
from the first.
'You shall retain your position, if
you choose,' he had told her. 'The
numerous tenement leases demand
some clerical supervision,and you seem
to thoroughly understand them.'
And now he was visitiDg his proper
ty, and was amazed at the misery and ;
wretchedness of the habitations from
which his uncle had made his immense
fortune.
Secretly he resolved to better the
condition of bis tenantry, and it was
of this he was thinking when the inci
dent which opens our story occurred.
Miss Marvin had accompanied him
in his visit to the tenements, and they
had reached the garret floor of the
house in their tour of inspection,when,
from some room near by, there issued
the song alluded to.
It was a plaiutiye, tender love melo
dy, and even BUuche Marvin,her mind
filled with scheming thoughts concern
ing her wealthy employer, was momen
tarily entranced.
She followed Arlington to the hall,
I and then to the open door of an apart
ment near by.
There she paused for Arlington had
halted and stood surveying a homely
but touching picture within the room.
The apartment was meanly furnish
ed, and showed evidence of extreme
poverty. It held two inmates, an old
man half leclining on a couch, and a
beautiful girl just blooming into wo
manhood.
Upon her the attention of Arlington
was centered. Her perfect face and
full, expressiye eyes looked down ten
derly upon her companion, whose aged
features were pale and emaciated and
careworn.
She held in her hand the manuscript
music of the song she had been sing
ing.
Neither she nor her companion no-
MILLITEIM, PA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 2., 1880.
ticed tho silent watchers at tho thresh*
old.
'Will it do, cara tnia ?' tho old man
was saving.
'Oh, my father, it is beautiful
Tho old man sighed despairingly.
'Your lovely voice makes it so,then.'
'No, no. It is the very soul of ex
pression, the melody and wotds.'
'Then why does not the stage-mana
ger give mo a heating? Ah, Inez!
the years are fleeting, the dream of my
life is broken. I shall never live to see
1 the one labor of my existence bringing
joy to those who love music.'
Blanche Marvin's dusky lips tiem
bled with suppiessed passion as she no
ticed by Arlington's face was
deeply affected.
'Let us go,' she said, almost harshly.
Without another word Arlington
left the place, and descended to the
ground floor.
In the weeks that ensued Blanche
Marvin forgot the incident of the beau
tiful singer in the events of the days as
they passed by.
She attended to the routine of her
business tasks as methodically as ever,
but her mind was ever fixed on the
man she had learned to love, Maurice
Arlington.
She hoped to allure him by her beau
ty ; she belived site would yet be his
wife. Day by day she sought to be
come more valuable to and more es
teemed by him.
lie scarcely noticed her. Ilis mind
seemed of a naturally melancholy cast,
and he devoted most of his time to art,
to music, and to making plans to bet
ter the condition of his tenantry.
She did not know also that lie very
often visited Hossiter's ltow. She sup
posed he had forgotten the song and
the singer of the day of their mutual
visit to the tenements.
The picture of the old composer and
his lovely,faithful daughter had haunt
ed Arlington.
lie had made a visit to their rooms,
had interested himself in the musician,
and had learned all their sad, strange
history.
Alvin Vincent was an artist, like
himself. In Italy he had learned the
art of painting, and had studied music.
His wife had died, leaving one child
Inez, and since then he had led a pre
catious career, devoting much time to
the composition of an opera, a song
from which Arlington had heard the
first day he saw them.
Within two weeks the young man
had become a welcome guest at the
home of the composor, and the lovely
Inez had learned to greet his coming
with a flush of conscious delight.
The old composor seemed to have
but one hope in life—to produce his op
era.
It certainly was a wonderful compo
sition, and Maurice Arlington deter
mined to assist him in his laudable de
signs.
Through a friend in Boston he se
cured for it a hearing at an opera house
in that city. Mr. Vincent was in fail
ing health, in fact was dying of con
sumption, but his drooping energies
seemed to revive when the word came
that the opera-house people in Boston
desired him to go there at once to su
perintend a pteliminary hearing of his
opera.
Inez was ;o remain for the present
in New York. Maurice Arlington
never forgot her deep emotion as she
thanked him with tears for all his
kindness, as she told him how happy
he had made her father, how her life's
devotion was his for all his beneyo
lence and care in their behalf.
It was the first time after leaying
her that evening that Arlington real
ized his emotion.
lie was amazed to find what comfort
and happiness these two people had
brought of late into his life, and a
yague sense of deep regard for the
beautiful Inez caused him to wonder if
he had not voluntarily fallen in love
with her.
But a rude shock to this vision came
before the evening had passed away.
A strange revelation was made that
very hour which so materially changed
all his plans of life that he was dazed
and bewildered at its sudden manifesta
tion.
The office of his dead uncle was lo
cated in the family mansion of James
iiossiter, and here Arlington resided.
Usually, when he returned home in
the eyeniug, Blanche Marvin had com
pleted her work and gone home.
Upon the evening in question, some
what to his surprise, as he entered the
| house, he noticed a light in the of
! fice, and went thither to ascertain its
I 1
cause.
Seated in the room, and apparently
waiting for some one, was Miss Mar
t vin.
'You here, Miss Maryin ?' said Ar
lington. 'Y'ou haye remained late this
evening.'
There was a peculiar look in the wo
man's face as she replied :
'Yes, Mr. Arlington, I havo been
waiting for you.'
A PAPER-FOR THE HOME CIRCLE
'For 1110; some business concerning
the tenements '
I No, it is something 1 that concerns
yourself. Mr. Arlington please be
i seated, and prepare for a rather un
pleasant revelation.'
Arlington obeyed her, silently, re
pressively.
Her eyes were tilled with an expres
sion he could not mistake. Ardent,
longing lovo trembled on her lips as
she said, in a low, unsteady voice :
'Mr. Ailington, you know that my
regard for you has always been more of
a friendly character than of the nature
of mere duty.'
'Von have certainly been most con
siderate in relieving me of much of the
annoying details of the tenement leas
es, Miss Marvin,' replied Arlington
courteously, yet wonderingly.
'For you personally I could not re
sist trying to do more than my duty.
For your sake, now, Mr. Arlington, I
am going to make a great sacrifice.'
lie stared at her in bewilderment.
'I do not understand you,' he said.
'Then let me ask you one question :
You have a cousin, a resident of the
far West, named Ernest Travis V
'Yes, but I haye not seeu him for
years. 1
'lie is, except yourself, your uncle's
nearest relative. He was here a few years
ago. He asked ine to become his wife.
I did not love him, and I refused him.'
'And now V
'Now I have made a discovery which
would tempt most women, for Eruest
Travis is heii to an immense fortune.'
The woman came nearer to Ai ling
ton, her dark, earnest eyes beaming ar
deutly upon him.
'Mr. Arlington,'she said,'the fortune
that is left to your cousin ho knows
nothing of.'
'Then it is a legacy he has never
heard of ?'
'He will nevei hear of it, if you say
the word.'
'I, Miss Marvin V What is this
mystery ?'
'1 alone know that Ernest Travis is
heir to a million. To bestow it upon
him means for me to rob the man 1
love. I can disguise the truth no long
er. Maurice Arlington, my heart is
breaking for one kind smile from you.
1 love you. 1 loved you since the time
I fust saw you. Am I unwomanly ?
Then the vital circumstances of the
hour so make me, for to-day I have
discovered that you are not the real
heir to the wealth of your dead uncle,
James Uossiter !'
She had expected that Arlington
would start and pale with surprise and
dismay.
Instead his calm face betrayed the
very slightest amazement, and he said
steadily.
'Then a new will has been discover
ed ?'
'Yes, Mr. Arlington.'
'And a later one V'
'Several months later.'
'Making my cousin the heir to the
liossiter estates V
'Yes.'
'You discovered this will, Miss Mar
vin V'
'I did, to-day, among 9ome old pa
pers.'
'Then take it at once to the family
lawyer, and let Ernest Travis be noti
fied of his good fortune.'
'And you, Mr. Arlington V
'I V Why, I will return to my art,
satisfied that wealth could never make
me happy.'
Blanche Marvin stood overwhelmed.
What strange man was this,who, with
out a tremor,heard of poverty, and fac
ed it indifferently !
'Stay!'cried Blanche, impassionate
ly. 'Do you not understand that you
and I only know of this wdl ? Why
should you beggar yourself ? Say the
word, Maurice Arlington ; make me
your wife, and the world shall never
know that a second will exists.'
'Are you mad ? Do you imagine I
would defraud Ernest Travis of his
rights V demanded Arlington, sternly.
'Miss Marvin, forget all you have said
to-night, or our business relations
must cease at once.'
lie passed from the room as he
spoke.
With a Dallied, crushed cry, Blanche
Marvin glired after him.
'Foiled—defeated !' she cried, wildly.
'He does not love me. So be it, then.
He shall be a beggar, and I will hasten
to the West, find Ernest Travis, wed
him, and as mistress of the Rossiter es
tates, gloat over this miserable man
who spurns my love !'
Two days later all New York knew
of the discovery of this new will.
Blanch Marvin was speeding west
ward to find her former lover, and now
the heir to the Uositer fortune.
Maurice Arlington had left the man
sion as poor as he entered it, calmly,
indifferently, with two pleasant mem
ories in his heart—his love of art, and
Inez Vincent.
He had once gone to the tenements,
and had learned that Inez had received
a telegram from B ston, and had gone
there t wo days previous.
'The o'd corap snr is in go d hands,
and I cannot aid him now, for I am as
poor as himself,'soliloquized Arlington.
! 'As to Inez— ah,tne ! I might have told
her that she was very dear to me,
but Maurice A i lington a poor man is
not Maurice Aiiington the man of
wealth.'
Ho spoke somewhat bitterly, for the
fiiends he had known of late had
treated him very coolly since the loss of
the fortune.
So he determined to forget Inez and
to devote hi mself to liis art.
And then for some weeks, he became
again the hard-working artist of yore,
and enjoyed the seclusion of his garret
abode.
And then, one day he was taken ill.
His pictures had not sold. He had he
come very poor. A fever set in, and a
few hours later he lay on a cot at the
city hospital, tossing in delirium and
pain.
'insufiicient food and hard work,'
the doctor said seriously. 'lie will
have a severe attack of it.'
And it was nearly a month before
Maurice Arlingtou again opened his
eyes to the world.
Not at the hospital, however. lie
was in a well-furnished,pleasant room,
and near his bedside was a familiar fig
ure.
He stared in doubt at the beautiful
face that looked solicitously into Iris
own.
'lnez, Miss Vincent,' lie murmured
faintly.
It was indeed the composer's daugh
ter and her eyes were cheerful witli joy
as she left the room a few minutes la
ter, and hastened to tell her father of
Arlington's return to consciousness.
As in a dream Maurice heard from
the composer how his opera had been a
complete success.
Wealth and honors were coming to
him. He had heard of Arlington's pov
erty, had came to New York, and day
and night since then Inez had nursed
him back to life,
Amid his distress Maurice Arlington |
had found only two brave friends, but
they were worth all the time-serving
acquaintances of the past.
Life seemed a rare dream of happi
ness during the days of convalescence,
and Inez was an angel of goodness and
peace.
lie was no longer a man of wealth ;
but when one day he told her of his
love, he knew that .as the poor artist
she regarded him with more affection
than had he been a millionaire.
There was a quiet wedding a few
months later, and a week later a pleas
ant surprise for all of them.
'Great news, Maurice !' said the com
poser, as he rushed into Arlington's
studio one day.
'lndeed? Another opera accepted V
'No ; it is something about yourself.'
•An order for a picture, then V smil
ed Arlington.
'Letter than that. You are again a
millionaire.'
'Nonsense !'
'lt's true. Your cousin, Ernest
Travis, died in the West long before
your uncle. They have just discovered
it, and you are once more the heir to
the liossiter estates.'
There is a lonely,disappointed woman
now, who thinks bitterly of the failure
of her great scheme for wealth.
It was Blanche Marvin.
There are three very happy people at
the llossiter mansion now, who try to
benefit all who knew them—the com
poser, Maurice Arlington,and his beau
tiful wife, Inez.
Wasted in the Kitchen.
In cooking meats the water is thrown
out without removing the grease, or
the grease from the dripping pan is
thrown away.
Pieces of bread and cake are left in
the box to dry and mould.
Cold potatoes are left to get sour and
spoil.
Preserves are opened, forgotten and
left to mould and ferment.
Vinegar and sauces are left standing
in tins.
Apples are left to decay for want of
sorting oyer.
The tea-canister is left open.
Bones of meat and the carcasses of
fowls are thrown away when they could
be used in making soup stock.
Dragged Into the Air by the Teeth.
(London Era.)
At the Pars Leopold, Brussels, Leo
na Daio actually performed the feat of
holding on by her teeth to a sling sus
pended from tho car of a balloon as it
rose in tne air. The balloon, of 35,310
cubic feet capacity, carrying in its car
the impresario Spelterini and the
French aeronaut Lachambre, rose at a
quarter past six ; and it was only when
Leona Dare could no longer be distin
-1 guished except with the aid of glasses
j that she drew up to the trapeze and en
! tered the car by a trap-door in the bot
j torn. The balloon descended safely on
' the estate of the Comte de Beaufort, at
Linden.
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(1001) SHERIFF JOHN.
Curious Episodes in the Career
of a Georgia Officer.
Shoriff John's Oouiugro and His Ha.
trod of Everything Cruol and
Moan—How He Defended a
Poor Man—Summary
Punishment of a
Trnmp.
I A Hunt a (tin.) < 'oust iitif ion. J
When a man sued liia neighbor in
this old-fashioned little county it was a
rare thine for him to go so far as to sell
out his debtor's property. Jle general
ly held on to his judgement and gave
the defendant time to ji.iy up little by
little. In one instance, however, a
creditor made Sheriff John levy on a
little farm, the wagon, mules, hoes,
plows, furniture and kitchen utensils.
When the sale day arrived, John took
the creditor back of the court-house
and said ;
*I)o you want mo to sell that proper
ty ?'
'Yes, and mighty quick, too. I'm
hound to have the money.'
'Well, you are in a mean business,'
said John, drawing hiuiself up to his
full height, and looking down at the
other with eyes that fair'y blazed.
'I only want my own,' was the reply ;
'can't a man have his .own ?'
'Look here,' snapped the sheriff,
'that's all rot, and you know it. You
know that the man who is always howl
ing about getting his own don't care if
he gets a slice that don't belong to him.
Now, look at this case. No claim filed,
no allidavit of illegality, no homestead.
What noes that show ? Don't it show
that the man is honest. Such a man
won't trick you. lie's as good as gold.
You know what has kept him behind—
a sick family and had crops. If you
sell him out you ruin him. If you wait
you'll get your money. My advice is
to wait.'
'You can just let up, Sheriff John,
and mind your own business,' respond
ed the irritated plaintiff. *1 aiu't go
ing to he cheated out of my just dues
by a lazy, trilling rascal.'
He said no more. Sheriff John's
iron hand was on his throat.
'l'll knock your fool head off your
shoulders if you don't take that back,'
said John, in his grim, cool way. 'You
shan't speak of an honest and unfortu
nate man inlhat style.'
The bewildered man apologized and
retracted.
'Now,' continued the sheriff, with
the very devil in his eye,'you know me,
and you know what I think about this.
Is this matter to he pressed any fur
ther ? I simply ask you, with your
knowledge of me and the way 1 feel a
bout it, do you order me to make the
sale ?'
'Sale ! Why, no ; I don't care about
forcing a sale. All I wanted was judge
ment. Just wanted to scare him up a
little, you know. I'm willing to let it
run on, and let liirn pay me when he
can.'
4 1 thought you would listen to reas
on,' said John. 4 I knew there wouldn't
be any sale.'
And the two walked back to the
crowd with serene faces and with noth
ing to indicate that there had been any
unpleasantness between them.
The greatest trial that Sheriff John
eyer had to undergo was when a young
man was convicted ot murder and sen
tenced to death. It looked very much
like a case of self-defense, and John
took that view of it. After court ad
journed he tried to ease his mind by
thrashing three of the jurors. The oth
er nine were prudent enough to hide
out, and thus the peace of the commu
nity was not alarmingly disturbed. As
the day set for the execution approach
ed John grew desperate and gloomy,
lie spent every afternoon sitting in the
jail talking with his prisoner, who at
that time was the only inmate. The
jail stood in a lonely place, and at that
season of the year [midsummer] was
not visible from any house on account
of the foliage of intervening trees. As
the two sat there with tile door wide
open the prisoner frequently remarked
that it would be easy to make a success
ful break for liberty.
4 You could do it powerful easy,' as
sented Sheriff John. 4 You could get
clean out of town before I could raise
the alarm, because I am lame, and I
shouldn't be surprised at any time if I
had a fit. Likely as not if you should
take a run the excitement would pros
trate me for an hour or two. Then
you would get to your uncle's, you
know,and he would put you on a horse,
and you would go through the hilljcoun
try and get to the mountains. Why,
you'd get off dead certain.'
Then the prisoner would puff away
at his pipe and would go off into a
brown study. Two days before the
time for the execution Sheriff John told
the condemned man that he would go
down town and get some tobacco.
4 l'll leave the door open so you cm
get the fresh air,' said lie, with down
cast eyes,and then he went off whistling
merrily. He was gone an hour, and
when he returned the prisoner was in
his usual ; place. John gaye him some
tobacco and growled :
4 Well, of all the big fools, you are the
biggest!'
NO. ;n.
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tiseinenlA ami locals 10 colds per line for first
ijiscition and 6-cwitjf per line for eaeh addition
a! iuseition / ' ,
Then he locked tlio.tloor and sadly
and slowly maiJJk his way homeward.
The day before the one appointed for
the hanging a. jmithoi twine, and the
happy sheriff lagged every mar,woman
and child he, met on the mam street,
without regard to race or color. In fact
his jhbilation was rfo n'ojsy and covered
so much territory that/'fhe recipient of
the pardon was' utmost wittrely forgot
ten.
One day when a tramp was caught
stealing a box of sardines from a store,
Sheriff John was called in to take him
in charge.
'Mebbe lie's hungry,-'said John,doubt
fully.
'Net a bit of it, 4 ' answered the mer
chant. '1 gave him a good dinner and
a quarter and a plilg of tobacco. Now
will you arrest aim ?'
4 Nd, I'ltlie'dwfled ff I do,'exclaimed
the sheriff. 'The law is too good for
the like of bun, I'll just kick the low
down, good-for-uotliipg cuss out of
town.' i .< •
lie was as good as his word. He
booted the fellow Cut of the store, and
followed him until the fugitive crossed
the town bruits'.'
- ill.l U i
■ -/ ft 1 .7
An Editor's Coolness.
i:< <•') fit. AV>. ft- " |
Mr. Mcßoberts. now editor of the
Leeds (Kngi J Jfferciiri /, was at one time
a reporter in this 6Tty. He was the
most argumentative aud, at the same
time, the calmest man that ever struck
the town. He would stop work at a
(ire to argue. Mr. McKoberts was on
his wav home ftirty/nfie morning, when
an Amerian citizen suddenly popped
up with a at his head and
said: •
'Throw up yer hands !'
'Why?' asked Mr. Mcltoberts,undis
turbed. <•
'Throw theu up.'
'lsut what for
'Put up yer riamfo,' insisted the foot
pad, shaking the pistol. 'Will you do
what I tell jou V'
'That depends,' said Mr. Mcßoberts.
'lf ye can show tne any reason why I
should pit up ma hands, I no say hat
what I weell; hut yer mere requaist
wad he no justification fur rae to do
sae absurd a thing. Noo, why should
you, a complete strangei, ask me at
this 'oor 'o the mornin', on a public
street, tae put up ma hands ?'
'Darn you !' cried the robber, 'if you
don't quit gabbiu' and obey orde s, I'll
blow the top of your head off !'
'What! Faith, man, ye must be oot
o' yer heed. Come, noo, puir buddy,'
said Mr. Mcßoberts, soothingly, cooly
catching the pistol and wrestling it
with n quick twist out of the man's
hand, 'come, noo, and I'll show ye
where they'll take care o' ye. Ilench I
D'nna ye try tae fecht,or ecod I'll shoot
ye. By the way,ye might as weel put up
yer ain hands, an jist walk aheed
o' me. 'That's it. Trudge away, noo.'
And so Mr. Mcßoberts marched his
man to the city prison and handed him
oyer to Captain Douglass.
'lt wnddna be a bad idea tae pit lnm
in a straight-jacket,' he said serenely to
the otlicer. 'There's little doot but the
buddy's daft.'
And ho resumed his interrupted
homeward walk.— San Francisco Post.
The La3t Straw.
Adolplms—You kuow that beastly
fellow Cadsby ?
Algernon—Ya-as, I know the chap.
Why ?
Adolphus—He slanders you,ball Jove
he does. Says your fathaw used to be
a low fellah, a teamstali.
Algernon—Aw, weaily !
Adolphus— Y'a-as, and that your
mothaw kept a small grocery stoah.
Algernou—The duce !
Adolphus—And that you nevah pay
your bills and
Algernon—Well, aw, what of it ?
Adolphus—And that you don't look
the least bit like an Englishman.
Algernon—llold on there, chappie !
Hold on, ye know ! That's going a lit
tle too tali. Where is this fellah V I'll
find him and, if there's no othali way
to get satisfaction,darnit, I'll have him
arwested. Not look like an English
man, eh ? The blawsted duffah, I'll
show him what I look like. — Chicago
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