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THE MYSTERIOUS FRIEND.
A Story of Old Virginia
CONCLUDED.
6
O INCE I hold all my property by
virtue of tbat will, I should not be
likoly to forget it," returned Berkley,
through whose perturbation there was a
tone of assumed sarcasm and contempt.
" And, if I remember rightly, your
brother never returned to America."
" No sir ; he died in England."
" And do yon remember how Sir Wal-.
lace Berkley came to his death?"
Again the villain turned pale, for be re
membered the dark hint about the duel
which Chiron bad thrown out a week be
fore. " I will help you," continued Chiron.
" Sir Wallace Berkley fell in a duel with
one Vincent Oilman."
" Well, sir, and what of that?" uttered
Berkley, vainly endeavoring to curb his
swelling fears.
"The fatal will which the unfortunate
baronet placed in your bauds you made his
death-warrant ; for you sent Oilman over to
pick the quarrel, and when he returned be
bore to you the intelligence of your broth
er's death 1"
" It's a Ho 1" cried Berkley, a base,
infernal lie, coiued for the purpose of my
ruin. There dwells not the power on earth
that can prove it 1"
"Perhaps not," replied Chiren, " for the
roan who did the deed lives no more bis
bones are lying beneath the deep shade of
s yonder forest. But I will help you further.
When Oilman returned, he informed you,
also, tbat your brother had left a wife and
child. Almost immediately-after Sir Wal
lace's arrival in England be fell in with a
lovely companion of his childhood's years,
and be married her, of which fact he in
formed you by letter,'1
" I never received it ! tie did not write!"
shrieked the villian, while thewhite foam
actually stood upon bis lips. " My brother
was never married I Tbat maniac "
The speaker did not finish his sentar.ee,
for with a bound like a royal tigor Chiron
sprang forward and grasped the dastard by
the throat,
" Villitir," whispered the powerful man,
in a teawwiw resembled the rushing whirl
wind, if' Morgiana Chester was your broth
er's wedded wife, and nhe is one near and
dear to nip. Let your lips give utterance
to but a' whisper against 1icr fair fume
again, and I'll crush you as I would a viper.
Vou did receive your brother's letter
wherein ho infoimed you of his marriage,
and you destroyed it. You then sought bis
death, and when you beard from Oilman
that his poor wife was made crazy by her
misfortune, you resolved that she should
pass before the world as a dishonored wo
man I"
Chiron released bis bold upon the vil
lain's throat as be ceased speaking, and
went back to where Orlando stood trem
bling with amazed' astonishment.
"Sit down,sitdownforthe present," said
Chiron, as be saw the youth about to speak.
"I will bring this matter to a cloo ere
long."
As the old hunter ft so we may still
call bim--thua spoke, be turned once more
towards w here Berkley sat, and he was just
in time to that individual fumbling iu
the bosom of bis vet, as if in search of
something, but the moment he met the
fiery glance of the poweiful.'man lie half
withdrew his hand, and with a tinge of
insolence he tittered :
" It seems strange that if my brother
took to himself a wife, lie should have
withheld from her his family name."
"Sir Wullace did not withhold from his
wife his family name," returned Chiron,
"but she, poor woman, wandered from it.
After her mind foil from its throne of
reason she conceived the idea that her
husband bad deserted her, her mind was
filled with a fearful phantom of bis faith
lessness, and seeming to forget the past,she
took her own pure virgin name, and shrank
from the society of those she had known in
hor happiness."
" It's a lis 1 it's all a lie 1" cried the ex
cited villain, seeming ready to grasp at the
least straw that might float before him.
" My brother's will gave to me all bis prop
erty and nothing can gainsay it."
" Do you not know that by the laws of
England the will of a bachelor or widower
is made null and void by a subsequent mar
riage and birth of issue?" asked Chiron,
with a look of utter contempt.
" Prove it I prove it 1" cried Berkley,
while a flash of demoniac hope shot athwart
his livid features. ' " You cannot prove
this cursed marriage. The mother is a
maniac, and there is no proof."
" The mother is not a maniac," returned
Chiron, at the same time putting forth bis
hand to keep Orlando in his seat. " Her
reason has returned to her, and even now
she is almost within sound of my voico."
"Her word will not pass against me,"
uttered Berkley.
" But this will I" returned Chiron, as he
took from his pocket a small parchment
roll. " 'Tis the secret of your mother's old
oaken chest," he continued to Or1ando,and
then rprending it open to the gaze of Berk
ley, be added :
" Here, you heartless villain, is the mar
riage, certificate of Wallace Berkley, bar
onet, and Morgiana Chester, and it bears
the seals and signatures of the Earl of Bos
ton, Sir Thomas Warren, together with
that of the rector who married them. Is
that evidence enough ?"
For some time Rose well Berkley had
been sustained upon the expiring members
of his own hopes, and like the cornered rat,
he had turned at bay ; but now all, all
was crushed, and with a groan he fell back
in bis chair, bis glassy eyes still glaring
wildly upon his powerful antagonist.
" Now, villain," continued Chiron, as he
noticed Berkley's manner, " you will plot
no more. The same fate which you plan
ned for Orlando may yet be yours. There's
murder, deep and block, upon your soul,
and you cannot escape its just punishment.
'Twas you who plotted for the death of the
young hunter, and then you plotted for
mine. You attempted to sell the youth
into Algorine slavery, and you tried to
gain the mother into your power ; but
through all your wickedness the linger of a
just Ood has been visiblo, and lie seems to
have saved you till this moment only that
your crimes might be exposed, and yourself
given over to tho laws you havo outraged."
'' But, by tlie torments of tho fiends I
you shall not live to witness your tri umpb,"
roared the villain, starting from his seat and
springing forward.
The movement of the wicked man was so
quick that he seized the parchment from
Chiron's hand, before tho latter could pre
vent it, and then darting back he drew a
pistol from his bosom.
" Now dio, tattler 1" he gaspod ; and as
be spoko, he pressed his finger upon tho
trigger of the weapon he held.
If Berkley's movements had been quick,
Chiron's eyes had been quicker, for the last
movement of the villain be hud anticipated,
and springing nimbly on one side he dashed
the pistol from its ownor's grasp.
"There, miserable scoundrel 1" uttered
Chiron, as the weapon bounded across the
room. " Thus are you foilod. Do you
think that the destruction of the marriage
certificate would benefit you 1 RosewoU
Berkley, do you not know me?"
" Know you ?" iterated the foilod man,
in a fearful horror-laden whisper, while his
knees trembled beneath him ? Know youV
" Ay, Honowoll.do you know me ?" again
asked Lord Chiron, while he bent ou the
man before him a sharp, searching gaze.
Kosewell Berkley rose slowly from his
seat, stepped breathlessly forward, and laid
bis hand on the strange man's arm, lie
gazed deeply searchingly into bis oppo
nent's face, a lived, deathly hue overspread
his features, and, while his heart seemed
to shrink back from the vory blackness of
the sou! that held it, he sank back into his
scat and murmured :
"The grave itself has turned against
me ! Wallace my brothor I O, that the
earth had swallowed you ere you come to
thwart me thus. Not dead, but living and
living to curse me !"
" Your own black heart shall alone ourse
you," returned Chiron. " I am indeed Sir
Wallace Borkley, and am your brother. I
am Lord Chiron, too."
Rosewell Berkley seemed ready to speak,
but ho had not the power. Tho crushing
of all his hopes had been so utter, so
whelming tbat bis tongue could find no ut
terance. In the meantime Orlando came
forward and caught his father's arm.
"Father," ho said, "is this, too, all real,
or do I dream ?"
"It's all real, my boy," returned Chiron,
while his face softened with a beam of af
fection as ho gazed upon his son. " It's
all real, and you shall no longer be kept in
suspense ; for your own and my brother's
information, I will explain it all :
" Shortly after you were born, my son,"
commenced Sir Wallace, " I was one day
grossly insulted by a perfect stranger. At
first I took no notice of it. The insult was
repeated, and at length I struck the mis
creant with my fist. He challenged me.
His own insults had been too public to leave
me room for any other course than to fight
him. My moral nature shrank from the
deed, but I was too much of a coward to
stand out against a false public opinion,
and so I accepted bis challenge. The
scoundrel fired before his time ! His bul
let entered my side, and with one or two
quick, painful bounds, the surrounding
scenes swam before me, and I sunk un
conscious upon the ground. When I came
to my senses I found myself in the house of
an old physician, who informed me that I
had been two weeks under his roof. The
ball bad been extracted, and I was told
that I should recover ; and when I asked
for my wife, they told me that she could
not see me now, but tbat she was safe. But
they had deceived me, for when I bad suf
ficiently recovered to go out, they confessed
to me that Morgiana had disappeared with
ber child. I learned that I was carried to
my house all bloody and insensible from
the sanguinary field, and to all appearance
dead. The sight threw the reason of ray
fond wife crashing from its throne, and,
unknown to her friends, she had disap
peared. They told me that she had raved
some, and that she thought I had deserted
her, and that she also spoke of going in
search of me. Before I had made much
arrangement for seeking out my poor
stricken wife, tho old physician, who bad
so kindly had me takeu to his own dwell
ing, gave to me a small portmanteau which
bad been left by the man who had shot me,
and who bad been obliged to take tueh
sudden flight that be had no time to return
to the hotel for it. Within that portman
teau I found certain letters which revealed
to me at once the whole dark plot that bad
been concocted against mo, aud which
opened my eyes to the horrible fact that
my own brothor had been at the bottom of
the whole. At first I resolved to come di
rectly back to Virginia and punish him as
bo deserved ; but I could not leave until
I bad learned something of my wife and
child, and at length, when I found that the
impression was abroad. t,ht I was doad, I
resolved to let RosewoU fCtilalil Under the
pressure of his own conscience, for I knew
his grasping, penurious disposition, and
I knew that he would not waste my es
tate. After much searching and inquiry
I made out to traoe a woman and her child
into Scotland, but I found them not. About
six months after the disappearance of my
wife I received from the king the lands and
titles of Chiron. I had been a firm adher
ent to the interest of the king, and this
was my reward. I accepted the lordship,
aud at tho same time received from my
sovereign the promise tbat he would keep
the affair of my identity as secret as possi
ble. From that time I threw off my fumily
name, and wore only the title of my new
grant. I was known only as Chiron. Some
thought that Sir Wallace Berkley was dead,
while others thought him safe in the Amer
ican colonies, but only a chosen few knew
him in bis new guise. I had sworn that I
would not reveal myself to my brother till
I bad found my wifo, or learned something
of her fate.
" Year after year passed away, and I
became convinced that my Morgiana and
her child were dead. At length, as I was
one day sailing down the Thames, a woman
and her child were discovered upon the
shore, upon which an old sailor made some
rem k about a poor insaue woman, with
an infant boy, who bad many years before
gone over to America in a ship to which he
was attached. I . started from my seat,
drew the old sailor aside, and soon I knew
the poor woman of whom he spoke was my
wife. I gave the man some gold, and as
soou as possible I set forth for the colonies.
I landed in Boston. 1 there gained intel
ligence of an insane mother and ber child,
aud at length I followed them hero, where
I arrived in season to save them from the
fangs of the serpent that would have de
voured them. The rest you know, my son,
and at some future time you shall know of
my wearisome searches , through Great
Britain, and of other things which might
prove interesting to you. For the present
I will only tell you further that tho gov
ernor has bad the accusation against you
withdrawn, and that you have nothing
more to fear."
"O, my father,my father !" murmured
Orlando. It was all he could Bay, and he
only fell upon his parent's neck and gave
way to the emotions of his soul. So thick
and so fast had come these strange and
startling developments upon bis under
standing, that it some time ere he could
comprehend the full force of their eventful
meaning ; but when, at length, they be
came comprehensively arranged in his
mind, he shook back tho flowing locks
from his brow, and turned bis wondering,
speaking gaze upon the form of bis miser
able uncle.
Roswell Berkley spoko not a word after
his brother had closed ; but after casting
his eyes for a moment about him, he arose
from his scat, and turned towards the
door. There was a strango gleam in his
eyes, a peculiar twitching about bis mouth,
and his hand trembled violently as be pla
ced it upon tho latch. None moved to
detain him, none thought of it, for his
manner struck them with awe. A bitter
curse rested upon his lips, the wholo weight
of his sins seemed dwelling upon his heart,
but above all camo the chaotio crashing of
his grasping, unnatural ambition. For a
moment after the villain had passed out,
all was quiet, and Chiron was upon tho
point of following his brothor, when the
Bharp report of a pistol broke the air.
The party rushed out from the hall, and
within a rod of the door-stone, they found
the wretched man weltering in his own
blood ! He had carried a second pistol, and
that life which he had blackened by bis
heinous crimes, he had himself taken I
" Poor Roswell !" murmured Lord Chl
rou, as he stood and gazed upon tho fear
ful scene. " For all thy sins I could not
have wished thee so terrible an end as this
But God's will be done 1"
Nolan and his companions were soon
called, but instead of carrying Roswell
Berkley back to Jamestown a prisonor,
they carried his body to its burial !
A few days later when the happy wife
and mother, was nearly recovered from her
illness, a joyous party were assembled in
her chamber, to witness the marriage of
Orlando and Ada, and as Sir Oliver placed
the hand of his daughter within that of
Orlando he said, " let each take the other
as the best gift you can receive ou earth,
and may Ood bless us and continue to each
and all of us the happiness and joy of this
hour."
- i ii.
A Curious Incident.
A remarkable incident transpired recent
ly in the rosidence of Mrs. S. B. Newmeyer,
who resides on William street, between
Eleventh and Twelfth. The lady resides
with bor two daughters, aged eleven and
thirtcon years, in a small frame houso, and
bas been for the past two or three months
in precarious health, and Buffering from
acute mental anxiety on account of the
death of her husband, who died in Decem
ber last in Chicago. Mrs. Newmeyer has
beon addicted to sleep-walking and restless
ness during the night, seldom sleeping
more than half a night at a time. So
much has this habit of sleep-walking in
creased upon their mother that one or the
other of the daughters has been obliged to
keep constant watch lest something might
befall their mother. A peculiarity about
this somnambulist has been a desire pf tho
sleep-walker to visit the parlor of tho
house and take a seat in the chair directly
opposite the one usually occupied by hor
husband in life. The daughters have fre
quently found the lady seated in ber chair
fast asleep with a lamp burning upon the
parlor table.
One night Miss Emmie Newmeyer, the
youngest of the gills, was awakened by
hearing a loud crash in the parlor, and a
noise as of somo person or persons running
from the front yard. On going to tho
parlor they found their mother seated as
usual fust asleep in her chair, the lamp
burning upon the table and tho front win
dow wide open. A closer examination dis
closed a man's bat, several burglar's tools,
aud from the appearance of the sideboard
and bureau It was plainly evident that
thieves must have been at work when the
sleep-walker glide into the room. There
must have beon quite a stampede when the
pale apparition suddenly and noiselessly
moved into tho room, for the thieves did
not stop to pick up their tools or their
booty. They evidently supposed the ap
parition something supernatural, and left
their night's work for others to finish.
From footprints in the snow there appear
to have beon two persons at work on tho
house during tho night.
Mrs. Newmeyer was escorted to hor room
without trouble, and feels very nervous lest
she might again full into danger. It has
been docidod to close the house up, and re
move to the residence of her brother, Mr.
Henry Chandler, in West Kansas City.
Kanian City Timet.
Tho Deacon's Sunday.
BEAUTIFUL! beautiful?" mentally
ejaculated Deacon Barnes at tho close
of a sermon about heaven. " Those are my
ideas exactly."
And so enrapt was he with his thoughts
as he passed out of the church, he forgot to
ask lame old Mrs. Howe to rido home with,
him as was his usual custom.
" Perhaps its just as well," he thought,,
"for she is a worldly old woman, aud
would probably have drawn my thoughts
away from heaven."
At tho dinner-table bis son exclaimed :
"Oh, father, I have a situation at last !"
" Have you forgotten it is Sunday,
John?" asked his father sternly. " Don't
let mo hear any more of such talk."
John ate his dinner in silenco. How
could his situation be a wrong thing to
speak of on Sunday ? Ho was so thankful
for it that it seemed to come from the band
of God. Ood knew all about the restless
months in which he had answered aa adver
tisement every day.
When the ministor gave thanks in church
for all the mercies of the past week, John's
heart gave a greatful throb, and bo deter
mined anew to acknowledge God in all his
ways.
John ate his dinner in silence while bis
father thought about heaven.
In the afternoon Mr. Barnes' nephew, a
stranger in tho place, came ovor from his
boarding place, and sat on tho piazza talk
ing with John.
"I can't allow this, Tom," said Mr.
Barnes, coming to tho door with his Bible
in his hands ; you must not Bit here break
ing the Sabbath. " Go back to your board
ing house aud read somo good hook."
Tom started up angrily, and spent the
afternoon fishing and bathing with an old
colored man, his only other acquaintance
in the place, when deacon Barnes sat in a
large rocker ou the piazza with a hand
kerchief over his face, and thought about
heaven.
Presently his two little grand daughters
came out on the piazza with a large pioture
book and sat down near him. There was
a flutter of leaves and a great deal of buz
zing as the little yellow heads bent over the
book, and finally they laughed outright.
" Children, where's your mother ? stoni
ly demanded Deacon Barnes, springing to
his feet.
" Up staii s putting baby to sleep," they
both anBwered together.
Deacon Barnes strode into the hall.
" Ellen ! Ellen 1 " he shouted, " I should
think you might keep the children quiet on
the Sabbath. They won't allow me to
think."
Ellon bad been awako all night with a
fretful baby. She had hushed him, and
had just fallen asleep when ber father's
voice aroused her and awoke the baby.
" Please send them up stairs, she said
wearily.
And all the sultry afternoon she amused
the three children iu a close upper room,
while her father rocked and fanned himself
aud thought of heaven.
Hard Swearing.
The story goes that a man wrote to the
editor of a horticultural journal, asking
what plants would be suitable additions
to dried grasses for winter ornaments. The
editor replied :
" Acroclinium Roseum, A. album,
Gompbronn globosa and G. globosa
camea."
When the man read this, he fairly boiled
over with rage, and immediately sent a
note ordering his paper to be discontinued.
He averted that an editor who swore In
tbat way, just because he was asked a
simple question, should have no support
from him. 1
This reminds us of an English traveler
whose conscience would not allow him to
swear, but who found that at the hotel in
France, whero he was staving, the waiters
were so accustomed to hear Englishmen
use strong lajiguage, that they considered
him a milksop, and neglected him accord
ingly. Ho therefore hit upon this expe
dient to secure a proper amount of atten
tion. Whenever he gave an order he roll
ed out in sonorous notes the words " Nor
thumberland, Cumberland, Durham." The
effect was marvellous. He was henceforth
waited upon with the greatest alacrity aud
assiduity.