Cameron County press. (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, March 03, 1898, Page 6, Image 6
6 W ? J A m WME /> 4 }■* \p ©\iC^ \m WKm> &.V<S)BV. sJ-j)M J$ [Copyright, tßfl6. by J. B. Llpplncott Co.] "j 1\ li I CHAPTER I. The train stopped at Sidington just long enough to have a trunk thrown off and allow one passenger to alight. The trunk was mine, the passenger myself. Then the train went on again, the en gine puffing and hissing in a vain at tempt to acquire suddenly the greatest speed, seemingly in great impatience that it had been compelled to stop at all —which was not to be wondered at; for, when I gazed around, from what I could see, Sidington was nothing more than a station house, a few miles of railroad, and a wide stretch of hilly country. There was a young fellow of about my oge standing in the doorway of the wait ing-room. He was regarding me with evident curiosity. I stepped up to him. "Where is the station agent?" I asked, briefly. "Why, I'm the agent," the fellow re plied, in drawling tones. "Isn't there any town here, or at least a settlement? Is this—" sweeping my arm around in a comprehensive gesture —"is this all there is of Sidington?" "You kin see about all there is from here," the agent replied, with a grin. Then, to my surprise, he stepped out on the platform, locked the door, and put the key in his pocket. "Are you going to leave the station?" I inquired. "Yes. No use stayin' around. There ain't no more trains till three o'clock, when a couple of coals pass. This ain't much of a station." "But what's to be done about my lug gage?" I asked, impatiently, pointing toward a large trunk and several bun dles at the upper end of the platform. The agent looked in the direction I indicated. "Oh, that's all yours, is it? I thought maybe it might be. Got checks, I suppose?" "Yes, certainly. Here they are." He took the checks, gazed at them doubtfully for a moment, then slowly went to the pile of luggage. "I guess it's all right," he said, after taking the checks from the various ar ticles of baggage and carefully compar ing them with the ones I had given him. "You kin take 'em along." Now the trunk was large and heavy, and I turned on the fellow with a touch of anger, for at first I thought he was making game of me. But when I saw the expression of stolid indifference on his face, it struck me he was simply dull and stupid. "Thank you," I finally said. "It is very kind of you to allow me to take my own property. Perhaps you will show further kindness by telling me how I am to take it. The bundles I might possibiy manage, but the trunk, us you see, is large, and, I can assure you, heavy, and I really should prefer not to carry it, if any other way of re moval might be devised." For a moment it seemed to me the blast of sarcasm produced an effect, for just a shadow of a smile appeared on the agent's face. It lasted but an in stant, however, and the blank stare with which he had viewed my belong ings took its place. "Where you wanter go?" he finally asked, in an indifferent manner. "I would like togo to Nelsonville, if there could be found a way to get my trunk there too," I replied. "So you're goin' to Nelsonville?" He favored me with a quick, searching glance, which was immediately with drawn when he caught my eye. "Nel sonville's about three miles from here," he continued. " 'Tain't much more of a place than Sidington. You ain't goin' to stay there, are you?" I was about to answer sharply that that was my business, but, remember ing the curiosity that the advent of a stranger generalty causes in the minds of country folks, I told him my plans were not definite. " 'Tain't that I wanter be impert'- nent," he went on, with a<grin; "but I thought if you was only gnin' to stay there over night you might leava your trunk in the station." "Well, I had intended to spend two or three months, possibly longer, in Nel sonville. It depends altogether on how I like it. So, you see, I must have my trunk." "Two or three months!" lie gazed down at the traak for a moment, and then turned quickly toward me as though an important idea had just come to him. "There ain't no hotel at Nelsonville. P'raps you didn't know that," he said. "It will make no difference to me. I have made arrangements for accommo dation. You see, lam going to occupy a portion of my own property." "Oh, you own a place there, then?" "Yes, the old Nelson homestead is mine. It descended to me from my grandfather, Abram Nelson. He has been dead 18 years. I have not seen the place since. I was quite a small boy then. And now, as I have plenty of leisure, the desire is natural to revisit the scenes of boyhood days." The agent listened to my words, and I was considerably amused to note the interest they inspired—an interest, I thought then, due wholly to a country fellow's curiosity. "If I have told you all you wish to know about myself," I went on, "will you kindly tell me, as a return favor, where a team can be procured to cart me and my belongings over to my place?" The fellow grinned at me, as though there had been something in my words of an amusing nature; but finally he did give me the desired information: "Why, I guess maybe Jake Ilunsicker kin take you over. He's just gettin' in the outs, but if you pay him, p'raps he'll leave the oats be long enough to drive to Nelsonville and back. Anyway, he kin take you after supper, if you wanter wait till then." "And where does Mr. Hunsicker live ?" I asked. The agent pointed to a clump of trees on the summit of a hill about a quarter of a mile distant. "You kin see just a part of the roof through the trees. The road runs uphill right past the house." "How about these things while I am gone? Will they be safe?" I inquired. "Oh, yes; no one'll take 'em. It'll be all right," he replied, indifferently, as though he did not care whether my lug gage would be secure or not. Then he gave one more glance at me, grinned in his dull way, sprang from the platform, and went off down the road. All the country for miles about Nel sonville had been familiar to my boy hood. But now, after an absence of 18 j-ears, I could hardly recognize this part of it. The railroad had been built some five years before, and that made, in itself, a great change. The station was in a valley, and the fertile fields and dark green forests on the bounding hills were all very beautiful. But, as there were few houses, and those in the distance, there was a loneliness about the place which seemed to find a counterpart in my life. For I was a social Ishmael, an outcast, bur dened with the suspicion of a crime of which 1 was innocent. The fact that nothing could be proved against me, in the minds of most people, only indi cated that I was such an adept in roguery as to be able to cover up all proof of my guilt. It was now a year that the cloud had rested over my good name. The first six months of this time I had vainly at tempted to live down the general sus picion. But I found the houses of even those I had considered true friends closed against me, and so, heart-sore and almost despairing, I fled to Europe, hoping to find partial forgetfulness, or at least a rest from cruel tongues. Un fortunately for my peace, Americans read the newspapers, and I had only to mention my name to my countrymen whom I met during my trip abroad to be asked if I was the one whose name was mentioned in connection with the great bank robbery in Philadelphia. I soon tired of this and of being compelled to' tell over and over again the circum stances of that affair, so resolved togo back to my native land, avoid the city where I was so well and so unfavorably known, and seek rest and peace amid the scenes 'of my childhood. I also de termined, after my arrival, to begin a thorough investigation of the robbery on my own hook. The reason I had not done this before will be stated later. The solitude of Sidington, the lack of a welcoming hand, the knowledge that I had outgrown all boyish esti mates and would therefore find the old homestead no longer encompassed about by the romantic interest which a youngster's mind was able to conjure up—all this did not tend to raise my de pressed spirits, and my heart was heavy within me as I plodded up the long, dusty hill toward the home of Mr. Hun sicker. A delicious breeze was blowing at the top of the hill, and I paused a moment under the shade of the maples, to bare my perspiring brow to the cool in fluence. • Then I slowly walked up the shady path leading to the porch, keeping my hat in my hand. I hoped Mr. Hunsicker would be at the house for dinner, for I determined not togo out into the hot fields to search for him. A knock at the open front door caused ai» interruption in the clatter of dishes which proceeded from an inner room, and very soon shuffling footsteps ap proached the door. A tall, stoop-shouldered individual, dressed in a brown cotton shirt, blue overalls and cowhide boots, loomed up out of the gloom of the darkened rooms. From the look of astonishment on the man's face when he saw me, I judged the advent of a stranger was a rare oc currence to this household. "Will you haul me and a trun- to Nelsonville?" I asked. My question produced a blanker stare from the old fellow, and his jaws, which had been busy masticating a mouthful of food, ceased operations. I gave him time, and, when he had partially re covered from his surprise, again ad dressed him. "Do you understand English?" I asked. "Ach, y-e-e-s indeed!" he replied, aft er he had hastily swallowed the food. "And is your name Ilunsicker—Jacob Hunsicker?" I continued. He nodded a reply. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 3, 1898. "The station agent down at the depot said that perhaps I could get you to take me, over to Nelsonville. Will Jou do it?" "V-ell, bud ve're just at de oats," Mr. Hnnsicker said. "I am willing to wait until after sup per, which will not interfere with the harvesting. You will be well paid ftr your trouble." Hereupon the rather shrill voice of a woman came from the inner room. She spoke in Pennsylvania Dutch, but I was able to make out that her words conveyed a command for her husband to comply with my request. She also added that he should not offer to do the work too cheaply. I smiled as I recognized in this one of the provident traits of a Pennsylvania Dutch farmer's wife. "I'll pay j'ou well," I reiterated. "I guess you should gif me feefty cent," Mr. Hunsicker said, in a doubt ful manner, as though he really did not expect to receive that amount, but was determined to get all out of me that he could. "It is settled, then, tliat you take me over. We'll not quarrel about the terms. Allow me to rest here under the cool shade the remainder of the afternoon and give me some supper, and you shall have a dollar." The farmer was quite overwhelmed by my munificent offer, as was also the hitherto unseen female. For the wom an peeped from behind l the door of the kitchen to have a look at me. I bowed to her, and she acknowledged my salutation by coming forward. "I guess you haf no dinner," she said, in a hospitable way. The truth was, I had had none, and, being rather healthy, I was not sorry to be ushered to the table, where I was bountifully supplied. During the meal the woman favored me with many searching glances, which I attributed to her curiosity. After I had finished my repast we again returned to the front porch. "You have a nice place here," I said, handing the man a cigar. "The house is new, is it not?" "Aboud fife year old," he answered; and then his wife took up the conversa tion. "Ve rented a farm ofer nt Nelsonville for a long dime. Bud ve nefer had no ehildrens, so ve safed some money and bought dis farm," she said. The woman was eager for a little gos sip, and was bound to have it, in spite ■"Where you wanter boP" of the fact that the dinner dishes were awaiting her. "Did you ever know old Abram Nel son, of Nelsonville?" I asked, willing to indulge her wish. "It's a long time now since he died—lß years." "Yes, ve knew him. It vas part of his farm ve rented after he died," the man made response. I could not restrain a smile at his clumsy way of putting it, but before 1 could ask another question the wom an came up to where I was standing and gazed earnestly into my faee "Ach, Gott! It's true!" she ex claimed, clutching my arms. "It's Nel, little Nel! Aeh Gott, I knew it!" Then her excitement ended in a flood of tears. I gazed down at her in as tonishment, and as I looked recollec tion came to me. "Why, surely, I used to know you," I said, smiling down upon her. "You must be Sarah. You used to work at Grandfather Nelson's when I was a small boy, and took care of me during my visits." 'Well, see! he knows me!" the woman exclaimed, turning toward her husband, "ne vould not forget Sarah! So, so. After so long a dime. Aeh, my! And now j'ou are a man, and haf growed so big!" I really should have explained before that my name is Nelson Conway. I had been rather a small, puny child, and my gradfather called me Little Nel. Soon Jake went about his business harvesting the oats. Sarah and I sat all that afternoon under the cool shade, talking about old times. My parents had been dead many years, and it was something new in my experience to be petted, deferred to and made much of. Sarah took up the acquaintance just where it had been broken off 18 years ago, and seemed im bued with an augmented adoration for me. I felt there was one true, loyal soml in the world whom I could depend on, and, in the natural desire for sympathy and consolation, I recounted to her all my troubles, including the circum stances connected with the bank rob bery and the suspicion under which I had groaned in spirit for a year now. "It seems as though I were fateu to aarry that load to the grave," I re marked, despondingly. "Ach, no, indeed you von't. Don'd you feel pad aboud it, Nel. You see it come right. Let dem come to me," Sarah continued, waxing indignant, "let dem come to me. I dell dem if a grandson of Abram Nelson is a thief. And dey find out some day." ner assurances comforted and en couraged me very much. For I knew my life had been honorable and square, Nt leaat In all business relations, end her absolute trust in ine, after all the cruel insinuations and the cold looks of suspicion, was balm to my wounded spirit. There was another, the brightest, fair est and best of women, who also felt confidence in my integrity, or at least had done so; one whose affection 1 had gained. Rut I had not heard from her since immediately after the rob bery, and whether her trust and love still remained unshaken I could not say. I had no reason to doubt her; but then time works wonderful changes in a woman's opinions, often. After supper Jake drove me over to Nelsonville. Sarah accompanied us, of course. She would have been intensely pleased to have me stay at her own house, but I was longing for the rest and peace which the old homestead seemed *so promise, and so could not be persuaded to change my plans. At the corner of two roads, near the house, dwelt an old widow, who had taken care of iny place. The large farm had been rented out in parcels to neighboring farmers, but the house had remained vacant ever since my grandfather's death. We stopped at the widow's home for the key, and the old lady came along with us. Soon I stood upon the porch and gazed around upon the scenes which had stamped themselves so strongly upon my boyhood's mind that even now, after all these years, they seemed won derfully familiar. I missed the white headed old gentleman, whose figure had been the most beautiful of all to my boyish mind. With a sigh I turned to the door, placed the key In the lock, turned the bolt, and entered, followed reverentially by Sarah and her husband, and Mrs. Snyder, the old widow. [TO BE CONTINUED.] TOO EMOTIONAL. She Mlnlook an Icrhoiae for the Tomb of Wanhlngton. If the men who become the objects of hero worship could see the evidence of the feeling they inspire, they would possibly be even more reconciled to leaving this sphere for any other, bet ter or worse. Sometimes they do know; and then they need to exercise abun dant charity. An American who has lived much abroad sa3".s that he was present, on one occasion, when a country woman of his own met a famous poet. She saw the object of her idolatry. She rushed for ward and struck an attitude. "And is it possible," she cried, dra matically, "that I look upon Brown ing?" One feels that Dr. Johnson, in the same circumstances, would have re marked, gruffly: "Don't be a fool, madam!" Again, there are times when pathos is showered only upon the dead. T. F. Silleck says that on one of his holiday excursions he visited Mount Vernon, and there, in the grounds, he came upon a middle-aged lady, kneeling before a building at some distance from the monument. She was bathed in tears. Mr. Silleck walked up to her, and asked if she were in trouble. "No, sir," said she, "thank you very much. 1 am not in trouble, but my pa triotic feelings overcome me when I gaze upon the tomb of the Father of his Country." "I quite understand," said Mr. Silleck, gently, "but, my dear madam, you have made a mistake. This is not the tomb of Washington. It is over yonder. This is the icehouse." And drying her tears, the lady moved quietly away. —Youth's Companion. "Like llok* or Like Gentlemen." Years ago, when it was more the fashion in Kansas than at present. United States Dis.trict Attorney "Bill" Perry gave a "stag party" to his gen tlemen friends at Fort Scott. He had procured a bountiful supply of cold beer for the delectation of his guests, but hid it away in an upper room as a post-prandial surprise. When the proper time arrived for the revelation of his surprise he said~to the assembled company: "Boys, I have a lot of cold beer up stairs, but before we start I want to know whether you intend to drink like gentlemen or like hogs." "Oh, we'll drink like gentlemen; lead on, 'Billy,' " chorused a dozen voices in reply. "That settles it," replied the jovial host, as a smile rippled over all three of his double chins. "I'll have to send for more beer. A hog always knows when he's got enough."—Kansas City Journal. Heredity. It has been said that the training of a boy should begin with his grand mother. Where this precaution has been neglected there should be some charity for the boy if he does not turn out well, and the generous parent will not refuse to bear at least a portion of the responsibility. "Your son Robert, Mr. Waxwortli," remarked a teacher to th« father of one of his pupils, "is not lacking in ca pacity to learn and has many good points, but he is apt to think that what he docs is always right. lie is very self-conceited." "I know it," replied the father, wit! a deep sigh. "He gets that character istic from his mother's folks. In other respects lie takes after our side of the family."—Youth's Companion. Mlnsed Him Rnther I.ate. When Dr. Whe-well, master of Trinity college. Cambridge, was a tutor he once invited a number of his men to a "wine" —as the entertainments of those days used to be called. Noticing a vacant place, he said to his servant: "Why is not Mr. Smith here?" "He is dead, sir," was the reply. "I wish you would tell me when nsy pupils die," was the indig mantanswer. —San Francisco Argonaut. Plain food suits not dainty appetites —Eliza Tabor. PERSONAL AND IMPERCONAL. Pasteur's widow hua taken up her residence at the institute bearing her husband's name, and i.sin receipt of a pension of $5,000 a year. —There is talk in Hartford of erect ing a suitable monument to the memory of Henry Clay Work, the author of "Marching Through Georgia." —Mrs. Paul Breen, of San Francisco, has given $30,000 for the construction of an arch in Golden (iate park, to be a memorial to her husband and sons. —William Tyler, who has just died at Colliding, Tenn., at the age of 85 years, was a nephew of President Tyler. lie was born and spent his whole life in a house once owned by John Sevier. That famous old Parisian dandy, Prince de Sagan, is said to have recov ered his health sufficiently to have pre pared for a journey to Cannes, whither he will be accompanied by the princess. —Mark Twain has been studying the career of Cecil Rhodes, the South Af rican millionaire, and sums up his con clusions as follows: "1 admire liirn. I frankly confess it; and when his time comes I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake." Senator Quay, of Pennsylvania, has purchased one of the finest homesteads it.the Ohio valley, about ten miles from Pittsburgh, and will hereafter live there. The senator's abandonment of Beaver county, where he began his po litical career, for Alleghany, the strong hold of his opponent, "Chris" Magee, is a cause of wonder to Pennrylvania. LAUGH MAY CONTAIN A LESSON. SuKKcnteil Improvement for I.envinif Street C'ar» Offered Women. "Very ludicrous, certainly, but yet it is not quite the proper thing to laugh so loudly that she can hear you." It was a strong-faced old man who gave expression to the above while standing on the corner of State and Madison streets one evening lately. He referred to the great discomfiture which overcame a pretty little woman who, like most of her sex, managed to get off a street car the wrong way. In alighting she turned her back on the still moving train, and as a result she was left sprawling in the damp street the observed of hundreds of eyes. Her light-colored dress was irretrievably ruined and her flying ribbons slapped and fluttered in the little puddles made by the melting snow. And her face! It was clothed in as crimson a color as a full-blown holly hock. Four or five men leaped to her assistance and in a jiffy had the little woman upon her feet. But she did not thank them. Not a word. She just kept her eyes on the ground and, with a wild and startled bound, leaped for the side walk, and in a moment disappeared within the capacious doors of one of the bazaars near by. Then those big, bearded pirates who a moment before were all grace and tenderness in their solicitude began to roar. "Not exactly right to laugh," con tinued the old man who had witnessed every phase of the above incident, "but it can hardly be helped under the cir cumstances. If women will persist in gettingotT the cars contrary to the man ner in which they should, why, they must expect to take a tumble. But even with one mistake, if they would only be careful in the future it certainly docs seem to me that they might avoid their very annoying acrobatic feats." "Well, sir," putin one of the men who had assisted the little woman to her feet, "the only reason I can figure out their persistence in jumping off cars in reverse is because they see newsboys and street car employes do it.l have seen one of these boys drop off a car going at full speed, alight on one foot and retain to perfection his equilibrium. How he manages to do it is past my comprehension. The momentum is such that it would topple me over like the proverbial load of apple sauce." 'But there are women who alight with as much ease and as gracefully as the men," said another. "These arc the younger women—these of the athletic or new woman type. The} - never ask the conductor to stop his car, either coming or going, but if you watch 'em you'll see that they jump manfashion. In my opinion I do not consider myself at all ungallant. These awkward wom en should be laughed at. it may teach them better sense for the next jump. Let them wait until the cars slow up." "That's what they ought to do," in terposed the old man as he turned to leave, "and if tliey don't do it they ought to tumble about the streets. It's not the conductor's fault, though I don't approve of his and the gripman's loud guffaws as they pull away from the floundering heap of ribbons and lingerie. "Ought to have charts posted in the cars giving an illustration of the right way to jump," added another, as with a parting roar the hard-hearted fellows drifted away to their various objective points.—Chicago Chronicle. Axln*n Seeret*. Asia is generally regarded ag having been the earliest home of man, yet its interior is still one of the most myste rious parts of the globe. That many unknown things remain to be discov ered there is indicated by the results of the recent jour leys of Sven Hedin, the Swedish explorer. In the region containing the lake called Lob Nor he came upon a tribe of half-savage shepherds who were unknown even to the Chinese. And besides more than a score of salt-water lakes, and the ruins of two ancient cities, he discovered a great range of mountains, whose lift - iest peak, named by him Mount Oscar, is 24,000 feet high, nearly 8,000 feet higher than Mount Blanc, the giant of the Alps.—Youth's Companion. Club Talk. Bob Keyworth—Here i- a new paper offering a prize of SSO for the best-writ ten love letter. Mr. Rounder (who is being sued for breach of promise )—l'd give ten times that much to get some of mine back.— Tammany Times. 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