6
FIREWORKS OF THE FIELD.
Firefly, firefly, but a twinkle floating by,
Bomet Imrs burning In the buahia, sometime*
gleaming In the sky.
Like a gleam from a dream, or a fragment
of sunbeam.
Sparkling spangles on the darkness which
like golden Ingots seem.
Winking light. In thy flight, swift winged
magnet of the night.
Dost thou know, small electrician, thou
hast left man out of sight?
Flame so fleet, lacking heat, thou canst
endless repeat
What our best Inventors covet and seek for,
to be beat.
Now confess, mlte or lea®— that thy secret
may bless—
How thy flickering flame Is kindled minus
money or distress;
How thy clear and steady lamps burn
through rains and dewy damps,
Till the meadows pearled with moisture
look like countless lighted camps.
Dost thou ever cross thy wires, dost thou
singe by thy own fires.
Dost thou ring a lire alarm when thy small
flame to rise aspires?
Dost thou have to bo "put out" when th.e
urchins run and shout.
And thy flame some think so tame all reg
ulations puts to rout?
Not at all, headlight small, though men
think they know It all.
Thou c«.nst regulate thy beacon In the
tempest or the squall;
Men's own smoldering Inward fires, little
transient Ills and Ires,
Often run amuck and change Into destruc
tive funeral pyres.
Firefly, firefly, signal me In passing by,
I have been thy friend from boyhood and
have loved to see thee nigh;
Bright tn thee let me see, beacon on life's
shores a-lee,
Sample gleam sent to remind us of the bet
ter light to be.
I. EDGAR JONES.
I A CLEW BY WIRE |
3 Or, An Interrupted Current. tf
i BY HOWARD M. YOST. §
J Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Lipplncott Co. £
CHAPTER 111.
What could It mean! My head swam,
my breath came in gasps, the cold per
spiration broke out on my forehead and
rolled down my face, for a few mo
menst I stood with every muscle par
alyzed. Then I sank down upon the
ledge and covered my face with my
hands.
The porter, who had just come into
the vault in answer to my summons,
approached me.
"What's the. matter, Mr. Conway?
Are you sick?" he asked.
His question partially aroused me.
"Call the president and the treasurer,
Mason. Quick! Tell them to come into
the vault," I managed to gasp.
"Why—why—what can be the mat
ter?" the porter exclaimed.
I sprang to my feet and confronted
him. I cannot tell what expression was
on my face, but he slowly edged away
from me.
"Good God, man! don't stop to ques
tion! Go, quick!" He went out imme
diately at my vehement appeal, and
Boon the president and the treasurer
came bustling in.
"What's up, Conway?" the president,
Mr. Perry, asked. "Why, man alive,
how white you are!" he added, looking
eearcliingly at me.
"Oh, sir, what shall I do?" hardly
knowing in my consternation what I
•was saying. "It's gone! all gone!"
"What's all gone? Your wits? Are
you sick?" Mr. Perry asked.
Here the treasurer uttered an ex
clamation and pointed toward the re
serve vault. Mr. Perry craned his neck
and glanced inside. Then he turned
quickly to me, and his face was as white
as his shirt bosom.
"Why, God Almighty, Conway,
where's all your currency?" he asked, in
hoarse tones.
"I don't know, sir. I left—" I began,
but the president cut me short.
"Is it that that's gone? You mean
Btolen? llow could it be? Who could
have entered the vault? You did not
forget to lock up yesterday, did you?"
he asked, with terrible earnestness.
"No, indeed," I answered. "The
vault was locked at usual. I set the
timepiece for half past eighti I ex
pected to be on hand and get things in
uhape for the examining committee."
"And you have juut discovered the
loss?"
"Yes, sir. I went cut of town last
evening, and returued but a few min
ites ago."
"So then the lock was unprotected by
the timepiece a whole hour before the
bookkeepers arrived," Mr. Perry said,
Vvith a most piercing glance thrown at
me.
"Jackson promised me he would be
here in my place," I faltered.
"Jackson! What has he to do with
the vault? lie doesn't know the com
bination, does he?"
"No, sir. It was only to have an em
ploye in the room after the timepiece
had run down, that I asked him to be
present."
"Call Jackson," Mr. Perry requested
of the treasurer.
While that gentleman was gone on
his errand, Mr. Perry and I made a
hasty search through the other com
partments. We found some of them in
disorder, and, judging from appear
ances, many bonds missing.
The president was completely over
whelmed by this new discovery. He
stood gazing ut me with a look of the
greatest anguish on his white, drawn
face.
"Oh, Mr. Perry," I cried, "as God hears
me, I know nothing about this. Oh, be
lieve me, I am innocent."
"No one has accused you, Conway, so
far," he replied, seriously, and with sig
nificance.
"You cannot think I had anything to
do with it," I went on. "You know I
have never betrayed any trust which I
have held in this bank."
"My God! I don't knew what to think.
I can't think. You never told anyone
the combination?" the president sud
denly asked.
"Oh, no, no; I have never breathed a
figure of it to a living soul," I answered,
earnestly.
"Who besides yourself knows how
to open the vault?"
"The bond teller and the receiving
teller," I replied.
"And they are away on their vaca
tions, are they not?"
"Yes, sir," 1 faltered, for I divined the
meaning of his questions.
Here the treasurer returned, followed
by Jackson. "Were you here this morn
ing at the time you promised Mr. Con
way you would be?" the president
asked Jackson.
Jackson glanced around in surprise
at the group he saw inside the vault.
"It was an impossibility for me to ful
fill my promise," he answered. "An
aunt of mine over in Camden who has
been ill for some time died last even
ing, and, as I am her sole relative and
heir to what little she possessed, I was
compelled togo over to Camden last
night. I expected to return in time to
keep my word with Mr. Conway. But
I was unable to complete the arrange
ments for the funeral andj some other
minor matters relating to the will until
this morning, and I had only just ar
rived at the bank when Mr. Smithson
(the treasurer) informed me you
wished to see me."
Then he added. In deep concern: "I
sincerely hope the inability to keep my
promise has not been the cause of any
trouble."
"Well, whatever trouble there may
be, the blame certainly cannot be at
tached to you, Mr. Jackson, under the
circumstances you have mentioned.
You mny return to your work," Mr. Per
ry said, after a long pause.
"I intended to ask leave of absence
for a few days," Jackson began, in a
hesitating manner. "But if anything
has happened which would prevent
your granting it—"
"No, no, nothing has happened which
would keep you here. Your request Is
granted. Every consideration must
give way to death," Mr. Perry re
sponded.
Jackson thanked the president in his
quiet and courteous way and left the
vault.
"It is past the time for beginning
business," the treasurer suggested.
The remark aroused Mr. Perry from
the troubled and perplexed state the
loss of the money had plunged him
into.
"Is there any cash In the vault?" he
asked.
"Yes, sir. All the gold and silver and
the receipts of yesterday seem to be
here," I replied.
"Well, get your money out to the
windows as quickly as you can, Con
way, then come to my room. Mr. Smith
son, call the police, and send messen
gers to the trustees for an immediate
meeting. God, what a report to give
them!"
With a heavy heart and a feeling that
I was treading on the verge of a preci
pice I obeyed his behest. Then I went
to his office.
Before the door leading out into the
vestibule one of the special police of
the bank was standing.
I smiled bitterly, as I recognized the
fact that steps had already been taken
to prevent my leaving the bank.
Mr. Perry was walking the floor; he
motioned to me to be seated. "The trus
tees will wish to interview you," he
said, significantly.
"Well, let them. They'll get nothing
out of ine," I replied, doggedly.
The president paused in his walk and
threw a searching glance at me. "I
would advise you not to incriminate
yourself, Conway, before you are ac
cused," he said, coldly.
I started to my feet. "I mean just
what I say, Mr. Perry. I understand
the position I am in. Why, sir, even
you, who have been my best friend'—l
can see, even you, whom I have never
given the least cause to doubt my hon
esty, suspect me."
There was such a look came into his
face, such a sad look, that it quite un
manned me.
"Nelson," he began, "I don't wish to
doubt you. I have always considered
you one of my safe men. But do you
not see, my boy, what is against you?
You are the youngest man that has ever
held such an important position as you
hold in this bank. There was considera
ble opposition to giving you the place
on account of your youth. But I insisted
on your advancement and pledged my
official word that 3'ou would prove
faithful to the trust. I had such con
fidence in you that I did not even con
sider it necessary to put you on your
guard by telling you this at the time."
"There was no necessity, sir, to put
me 011 my guard. My duties would not
have been performed any better or more
honestly and faithfully had I known
this. I thank you for your kindness,
however."
Stung by his implied doubt of me.
and knowing my absolute innocence
and how I had given my best efforts
in the discharge of my duties, I had
straightened ujr-proudly.
My grandfather before he died had
written on the fly-leaf of a primer of
mine: "Be strong in adversity; that
stamps the man!" I did not realize the
full meaning of the words then. But
they came to me now in full force.
"I am sorry I gave way so. It was
a foolish fear. 1 am innocent of any
wrong, and I am confident that my in
nocence will be proved some time. Un
til it is, I will try to bear the suspicion
as patiently as possible," I said, calmly.
Here some members of the examining
committee came hurriedly in. "What is
this I hear?" "llow did it happen?"
"Whom do you suspect ?" These were
some of the exclamations that reached
my car as they crowded around the
president.
One by one the trustees came in. One
of the last to arrive was Mr. Morley,
but he passed onto the committee room
without noticing me.
I thought of Florence, and wondered
what she would think of it all. After
my happiness of the evening before, to
be crushed under such a blow of fate
was most cruel. But I resolved not to bo
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 17, 1898.
crushed. There came to me a kind of
exhilaration o* spirit in making this
resolve, and when, after awhile, I was
summoned before the trustees, it nerved
ine for the ordeal through whieh I
knew I must pass.
After telling all I knew, which I did
in as concise a manner as possible, a
deluge of questions was hurled at me,
nearly every one of the 18 or 20 mem
bers of the board taking a hand in the
cross-examination.
"You say you were out of town last
night and did not return until a few
minutes before ten this morning?"
asked one of the vice presidents.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"You have not stated where you
were, and how you spent the time,"
the man continued. "Perhaps the re
maining trustees share with me a nat
ural curiosity to know this?"
I hesitated in giving answer, noticing
which my questioner glanced around
triumphantly, as though he had scored
a point against me.
"You do not answer," he finally said.
"'Of course j - ou need not if your answer
will criminate yourself."
"It is not the fear of criminating my
self that causes me to hesitate in my
answer," I replied, casting aft appealing
glance in the direction of Mr. Morley.
That gentleman turned his eyes to
ward me, and I thought there was rather
a pleased expression about them, ne
smiled gravely and bowed his head.
"I spent the evening at Mr. Morley's
place in Fairlawn," I quietly said, in
terpreting that g, ..tlcman's inclination
of his head as permission to tell.
My answer created some surprise, and
all eyes were turned upon Mr. Morley
Such were that gentleman's position
and standing that the mere fact that I
had visited at his house produced a
change in the manner of questioning
me. The questions were couched in
more respectful terms.
"And where did you go from Mr. Mor
ley's place?" the examiner went on.
"To the Fairlawn hotel," I replied.
"You did not immediately return to
the city?"
"No, sir, for the reason that I could
not. There was no train until the
morning."
"And you were on that train?"
"I was on that train, and arrived in
town at a quarter before ten," I calmly
replied.
"You may be. compelled to prove
that," continued the vice president, sig
nificantly.
"Very well, sir; I can do so whenever
It is necessary."
Here Mr. Morley, who had been only
a listener until now, spoke in his grave,
"You do not answer." he finally said.
dignified manner, and the deferential
way the trustees hearkened to Lis
words was an indication of the high
regard in which he was held.
"We are wasting time," he said.
"This method of procedure is futile.
I will say that Mr. Conway was a guest
at my house last evening. How he spent
the time after he left my place I cannot
say. But he was on the train this
morning, as he said, for I usually take
the same train in coming to town, and
I saw him."
Mr. Morley only stated the cold Tact,
but nevertheless that he should speak
at all in my defense seemed to me a
good omen.
I was soon asked to retire. As I went
out into the president's room, three
or four fellows went in. I knew they
were detectives.
There is no need to tell of the exam
inations I was compelled to submit to
by these same detectives, anil how they'
tried all their art, wheedling, threat
ening, bullying, to get me to confess to
a crime I knew nothing of. For all
their trou/ble they got nothing from me
but the truth.
When the trustees' meeting broke up,
the president came out to me.
"Nelson, if you are guilty, and wish to
escape the consequences, now is the time
to flee the country. The trustees have
decided not to have you arrested just
yet," he said, with a smile.
"They are very kind, sir. But I wish
to be arrested. Nothing would please
me better than to stand trial," I replied,
defiantly.
Mr. Morley came through the room as
I spoke, and at my loud tone he threw
a glance at me. Whether it indicated
disgust at what he might consider
bravado, or commendation at my dar
ing to take a firm stand on my inno
cence, I could not say.
"You may go home for the rest of the
day, Conway," saicj the president, with
out looking at me. "Come to my office
in the morning. Don't go into the bank
room."
I went out unmolested, and slowly
walked toward my boarding place. Why
should this horrible shadow have fallen,
blotting out the bright promising sun
shine of my young life? Was it a dream,
and would I wake to find it all unreal?
Ah, no! The newsboys on the street
were already calling: "All about the
bank robbery!" and selling their papers
rapidly. God help me, It was no dream.
CHAPTER IV.
All that night I walked the floor,
cudgeling my brains over the affair,
but could arrive at no satisfactory so-
lution. It seemed impossible that the
vault should have been opened, and the
currency, thelmlk of which would more
than till a bushel basket, abstracted.
The fact remained, however, that it was
gone.
On my way down to the bank the fol
lowing morning, I bought some news
papers, and eagerly read all the ac
counts. Every paper, without actually
stating the facts in so many words,
gave out strong hints that I was some
how connected with the affair. 1 no
ticed, also, that passers-by looked
around after me. Many men with whom
I had a bowing acquaintance turned
their heads and pretended not to see
me. I realized in great bitterness of
spirit that I was already a marked man,
suspected, and therefore shunned.
It is a lamentable fact that often a
suspicion of a man runs through the
general public without any just reason.
The current in such an event is over
whelming, and it is useless to try to
stem it, as I soon realized.
When 1 entered the lobby on my way
to Mr. Perry's private office, I was fa
vored by having the curious glances of
my former associates thrown at me,
but only one of them extended to me
a salutation. That one was Horace
Jackson, and he smiled as he bowed.
[TO BB CONTINUED.]
A SPIDER FIGHT.
In Which the Combatant* Fought
Like Small Demons.
I once had a spider pet of a kind the
books enabled me to identify. He was
a line, big fellow. I caught him in the
garden, carried him home, and for near
ly two months he and I took a close in
terest in each other, he for the flies I
introduced to him, and I for the amuse
ment he introduced to me. I kept him
in a milliner's box, letting him out
when I visited him, specially delight
ing myself and allowing him to drop
from one hand by his fine-spun thread,
and then either catching him in th»
other or gently compelling him to climb
back again by apparently eating his
own ladder.
One day I captured another spider of
the same species. I kept him for a few
days in a separate box, and then, with
the kindly idea of companionship, I in
troduced him to "Tiger." I have seen
dogs fight; I have seen chanticleer fight
and slay his man; I have seen rams
fight till, with his skull crushed in, one
lay dead ut the foot of the other; I have
seen men fight; I have seen women
tight—at least they once were women—
till they became a confusion of blood
and hair and shredded garments; but
the fullest sense I ever realized of mad,
murderous passion let ungovernably
loose, centered in one destroying aim
and summoning every physical energy
to its devilish service, I realized when
those two spiders rushed to mortal
combat. I stood In boyish terror at
their tangled legs dropped off, torn by
mutual rage; and as, with vicious dex
terity, they struck each other with their
poisoned fangs, using for their own de
struction the weapons and appliances
with which nature has provided them
for the capture and slaughter of their
prey, I visibly turned pale.
"Tiger" was the victor; but even
while with brutal wrath, all mangled
as he was, he bit and spurned his dead
and limbless foe, he was seized with
symptoms I took to be paralytic, and
in a minute or two I helped him to his
death. And this fearless gladiator was
afraid of, I remember, and never would
tackle a big blue bottle fly. What is
courage?— Manchester (Eng.) News.
ARMED FOR EMERGENCIES.
Fearless Conraire of the Arctic Ex
plorer \nnaen.
When Fridtjof Nansen was a young
student he attended a ball and danced
with many partnera. Returning long
after midnight through the streets to
his lodgings, he heard loud outcries
from a woman who was struggling
with two ruffians. In another moment
the woman broke away from them and
ran toward the spot where Nansen wao
standing. The two men were close be
hind her in hot pursuit.
Nansen was an athlete full of cour
age and vigor, and put himself on guard
as the men approached. He allowed the
woman to pass, but called upon the in
furiated pursuers to halt, standing di
rectly in their way, and hitting out first
at one and then at the other. The ruf
fians, angered by this unexpected at
tack, turned resentfully upon the res
cuer, and would have overpowered him,
and possibly have murdered him, if he
had not shown presence of mind. Draw
ing himself up to hi£ full height and
throwing back his cout collar so as to
e.<poso the cotillion favors which lie
'had worn during the ball he sternly
asked them if they knew who he was.
The two assailants, awed by his man
ner and supposing him to be a royal of
ficer, were at once cowed. They apolo
gized roughly for not recognizing him,
dropped their arms, and sneaked off Tn
the opposite direction from that which
the woman had taken.
This incident of Nansen's youth il
lustrated at once the fearless courage
and the readiness of resource which
were to characterize his career as an in
trepid explorer.—Y'outh's Companion.
Worn Oot In Service.
Bismarck, who had worn himself out
in the service of Germany and of his
emperor, rarely referred to his labors
for the Fatherland. One morning he
and Emperor William were riding to
gether in the park. They had not gone
far when Bismarck complained of fa
tigue. The emperoj-, who was quite
fresh, said, somewhat testily: "How is
it that, though I am an older man than
yourself, prince, I can always outride
you?" Bismarck's reply was as re
proachful as it was "Ah,
sire," he said, "the rider always out
lasts the horse." —Youth's Companion.
Qnlte Trap.
Mulligan—A phrenologist told me I
was a very even-tempered man.
Mrs. Mulligan—So you are; always lr
a rage.- -Pick-Me-Up.
A WORD OF ADVICE
To Those Coming to Alaska or tk*
Klondike Uold I'lelda.
One thing- should be impressed upon
every miner, prospector or trader com
ing' to Alaska, to the Klondike, or the
Yukon country, and that is the neces
sity for providing an adequate and
proper food supply. Whether procured
in the States, in the Dominion, or at
the supply stores here or further on,
this must be his primary concern.
Upon the manner in which the miner
has observed or neglected this precau
tion more than upon any other one
thing will his successor failure depend.
These supplies must be healthful and
should be concentrated, but the most
careful attention in the selection of
foods that will keep unimpaired in
definitely under all the conditions
which they will have to encounter is
imperative. For instance, as bread
raised with baking powder must be re
lied upon for the chief part of every
meal, imagine the helplessness of a
miner with a can of spoiled baking
powder. Buy only the very best Hour;
it is the cheapest in the end. Experi
ence has shown the Royal Baking Pow
der to be the most reliable and the
trading companies now uniformly sup
ply this brand, as others will not keep
in this climate. He sure that the bacon
is. sweet, sound and thoroughly cured.
These are the absolute necessities upon
which all must place a chief reliance,
and can under no circumstances be
neglected. They may, of course, be
supplemented by as many comforts or
delicacies as the prospector may be able
to pack or deiure to pay for.— Alaska
Mining Journal.
A book of receipts for all kinds of
cookery, which is specially valuable for
use upon the trail or in the camp, is
published by the Royal Baking l'owder
Company, of New York. The receipts
are thoroughly practical, and the meth
ods are carefully explained, so that
the inexperienced may, with its aid,
readily prepare everything requisite
for a good, wholesome meal, or even
dainties if he has the necessary ma
terials. The matter is in compact
though durable form, the whole book
weighing but two ounces. Under a
special arrangement, this book will be
sent free to miners or others who may
desire it. We would recommend that
every one going to the Klondike pro
cure a copy. Address the Royal Baking
Powder Co., New York.
A PRETTY INCIDENT.
The Kindness of a Spanish Lady to ■
Lone Soldier Hoy.
A recent traveler in Spain describes
a touching scene witnessed at the depar
ture of a regiment for Cuba. All day
long there had been heard the meas
ured tread of soldiers marching through
the street; all day long gayly bedecked
boats had been passing to and from the
vessel that was to take them to Havana.
The twilight began to deepen when the
correspondent saw a "startling and
pretty sight"—the impetuous action of
a portly, good-looking and well-dressed
lady, who noticed a young soldier walk
ing dejectedly along down the pier iD
his traveling gray, with a knapsack
strapped over his shoulders. All the
rest of the men had friends, theii
novias, mothers, relatives, and made
the usual gallant effort to look elated
and full of hope. This lad had no one,
and it might be divined that he was car
rying a desolate heart over the seas.
The handsome woman burst from her
group of friends, took the boy's hand,
and said: "My son has already gone to
Cuba. He is in the regiment of Andalu
sia, and sailed two months ago. Y'ou
may meet him, Pepe G.; take this kiss
to him." She leaned and kissed hia
cheek."
An English boy would have shown
awkwarness, but these graceful
southerners are never at a loss for a
pretty gesture and a prettier word.
The boy blushed with pleasure, and still
holding the lady's hand, said with quite
natural gallantry, without smirk or
silly smile: "And may I not take one
for myself as well, senora?" The lady
reddened, laughed a little nervously,
and bent and kissed hi in again to the
frantic applause of soldiers and civil
ians, while the bov walked on, braced
and happy.—Blackwood's Magazine.
He Had Finns Up.
The superior court was in session amd
the little mountain town was crowded
with people. Along about the middle
of the day when the judge was worried
with a tedious trial. Bill W : illiams, of
the Lick Creek settlement, began gal
loping up and down the streets on his
little red mule, firing off his pistol,
whooping like a Sioux, and otherwise
dispensing the energy whieh a liberal
•upply of copn liquor had inspired.
"Mr. Bailiff," commanded the judge,
sternly, "go out and arrest that man
and bring him into court."
The bailiff went timidly out of the
courtroom and the judge attempted tc
proceed with business. But Williams'
racket outside did not cease. It grew
worse and the judge looked over the
room for some one else to send out, and
observed the bailiff sitting complacent
ly on one of the back seats.
"Look here, Mr. Bailiff, why did you
not arrest that disorderly man? Are
yr>u not an officer of the court?"
"Y-y-es," replied the bailiff, quaking
with fear, "I wuz, but I've done Hung
up."—Atlanta Journal.
Her Gentle Reminder.
"Grace," he began, "between you and
me—
"Bob," she interrupted, "between you
and me there should be nothing."
And what could he do, in face of this,
but move up to her end of the sofa?—
Ainslee's Magazine.
Geniality.
A quality often found in men whose
whole mental and physical organiza
tions are kept vigorous by diligence
and temperance, and in simple minded
men who love fun and comfort without
tailing i»to victor folly.—Judfire.
SSOO Reward
Tke akoee Smr4 wfll ke paid fcr h>
fkraaatioa that will lead to the arrest mm
MifiMloi of tk« party ar partial via
{faced iroa and ilaos oa the track of tke
Emporium 4 Rioh VaHer R. R., neat,
the east line of Frmaklia Hoealeir's Ikwm,
« the ateuai ot MOT. 21 at, ISH.
Bdit Accra,
M-tf. iVse Urn*.
FINE LIQUOR SIORE
EMPORIUM, PA.
TBX andenrlfned baa opened * <iat
elaaa Lienor store, sad tn /ltaa the
trade of Hotels, Rtataarente,
We aball carry none bat the beat Lamm*
lean and Imported
WHISKIES,
BRANDIES.
GINB AND
WINES,
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abort notice. Private flunlliee eerred
daily if daelred.
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