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The Empire [leek and Ladder Company was inetitu ted In Mee. armee in Pitt, near Main. • • PATS OP POSTAGE. Postage on all letters of one half ounce weight or tinder, 3 Conte pro paid. Postage on the 11ERALD within tho County, free. Within the State 13 cants per annum. To any part of the United States, 211 cents. Postage on all trap• shiat papers, 2 cents per ounce. Advertised lettore to be charged with cost of advertising. MRS. R. A. SMITH'S Photographs, Ambrotypes, lvorytypes Beautiful Albums ! Beautiful Fpmes ! Albums ler Ladles and Gentlemen, Albums fcr Misses, and ibr Children, l'oeket Albums for Soldiers and Civilians! Choicest Albums! Prettiest Albumen! Cheapest Albums! FOR CHRISTMAS GIFTS ! Fresh and New from New York And Philadelphia. Markets. IF you want satisfactory Pictures and polite attention call at Mrs. IL A. Smith's Photo graphic Gallery, South East Cornermf Hanover Street stud Market Square, opposite the Court House and Post /Mee, Carlisle, Pa. Mrs. it. A. Smith well known as Mrs. R. A. Reynolds, And so well known as a Daguerrean Artist, gives per penal attention to Ladies and Gentlemen 'visiting bar and having the best of Artists, and polite at fondants can safely promise that in, lib ether Gallery - eon those who favor her with a nail get pictures supe lor to here, not even in Now York or elalladelphia, or ineet with more kind and prompt attention. Ambrotypos inserted In lilngS, Locket; Breast'Pins, 'Ac. Perfect copies of Daguerrotypes and Arnbrotypes Made of deceased friends. Where copies are defaced, l!e4ike pictures may still be had, either for frames or or cards. All negatives preserved one year and orders 'by mall or otherwisepromptly attended to. December 23, 1814—tf .T VIE FORWARDING AND GRAIN business formerly conducteaLby Line, Givler Co., is now carried on by . . _ - .3`_;i1p26,1804-tt . DR. WM. U. COOK, ,• . HOMOEOPATHIC PHYSICIAN, Surgeon and Accouchour . Q FFICE at his residence in Pitt strAet, adieluing the Dlethodlst Church. __ trly 1, 18.64. SEGABB & TOBACCO, N„:„.1 • 'AT IiALINON'9 ("lAMBS. An• infinite variety of NJ' agiu alnp( and Inatruativa Gamoa at liaveratlck's Drug Fnd pan Stpore. - - 25 00 4 (0 7 00 M., Professor of the A. 13 , Prinripal of the It will have been, ere now, perceived that I sold the fbregoirig writings. From the fact of their being printed in these pages, the inference will, erB now, have been drawn by the reader (may I add the gentle reader ?) that I sold them to One who never yet—* _lla.virig_parted_with—the—writings on satisfactory terms—for in opening nego tiatioNs with the present Journal was I not placing myself in the hands of One of whom it may be said, in the words of Another—f I resumed my usual func tions. But I too soon discovered that peace of mind bad fled from a brow which, up to that time', Time had merely took the hair off, leaving an unruffled expanse It wore superfluous to veil it—the brow to 'which I allude is my own. Yes, over that brow uneasiness gath ered, like the sable 'wing of the fabled bird, as—no doubt will be easily identified by all right-mind e d individuals. If not, I am unable, on the spur of the moment, to. enter into particulars of him. The reflection that the N4rititig,s must now inevitably get. into print,- and that Ho might yet live. mid meet witli them; sat like - Ae--llag of night - upon my jaded form: The elasticity Ofrny spirits depart.: i3d. Fruitless was the Bottle, whether Wine or .Nedicine, had repourse tq JOAN 0 RDASON, Oroason, Cumb. Co VOL. 65. RHEEM & WEAKLEY, Editors & Propristqrs Vatird MAUD MULLER 1:= Maud Muller, on a summer's day, linked the meadow, sweet with hay Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of nlmplo beauty and rustle health. Singing, he wrought, and her merry gleo The mock-bird echoed from his tree But when she glanced to the for-off town, White from its bill elope looking, down, The sweet song died, and a vague ufirest And a nameless longing filled her breast— A wish. that she hardly dared to own, For sotnething batter than she had known The Judge rode slowly down the lane Smoothing his horse's Chesnut mane. Ho drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring -that flowed Thrnugh the meadow across the road. She stoops.] where the cool spring bubbled up, And filled for him her small tin cup. And blushed an she gave l', looking down On her foot no bare, and her tattered,gown "Thanks!" said the Judge, "a sweeter draugh From a fairer hand was never quaffed." Ile spoke of the grass and flow°, s and trees, of the singing birds and the humming bees: Then tml lied of the bnyingand wondered whether The cloud iu the went would bring foul weather. And Maud forget her brior-torn gown, And her gr - n - e4til'anliles hare and brown Art•l listened, while a pleased surprise Looked from hen long-lashed hazel eye: At last like ono who for delay ,Seeks vain xenon he rode away Maud Muller balked and sighed, Ah, me! That I the Judge's bride might. be: " Ile would dress me up in silks so tine, And praise and twist me at his wine. "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother sno“ld sail is painted boat. I'd dresv my mother so grand and gay, And the hahy should have a now toy each day And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor, And all shon d bless mo who left the door." The Judge looked hook as he climbed the bill, And ho saw Maud Muller standing still. " A form morn fair, n fare Inforo SO eat, Near tenth it beau my lot to meet. A ud he, modest answer and graceful air, Show her wise and good an she Is fair. "Would she were ?nine, and I to.day, 1,11;o tier a harvester of hay. "No th.ubtful balance ,frigh! h and wlongA, Nor a in y lawyers with endless tongues, " lint low of cattle and Hong of birds, And health and quiet and loving words But he thought of hi, sinter proud rind cold, And his mother rain of her rank end g Id. S+, rlotilnG his heart the Judge redo on, And Maud Wari loft In the field alone. But the lawyers smiled that afternoon, When he hummed in court an old love tune; And the young girl mimed hostile the well. "fill the rain o❑ the u orniced clover 1011. Ile wedded a wife or the richest dower, Wh lived fur fltshion, as he for power. Vet nit, in Ilk marble hearth's bright glow, Ile notched n picture some and go A ud,,.uri•t Maud M r'h hazel eyes Look.•d out in their Inuueer.t tti pri Oft when the wino In his glass was red Ile longed for the wayside well instead And el,sed his eyes on his garnished looms To dream of meadows and Hover blooms. Aril the pri.uil man sighed, with a secret pain Ali, that I were free agate' Free as when I rude that day, 11 her•• the hare taut maiJen raked her hay.•' FLe isolWed it Man unlearnud and pour, Awl many children played round her do, I ut are, and sorrow and child-birth pain, Left their t rat on on heart and brain. And oft when the t.inintler MITI shone hot In the n. iv mown hay In the 111031illW lint And she hem 1 the little spring brook 101 l Orel the romt•ridc, through the In shad° of the spronstroos She saw a ridur draw his r.•ln : And, enxing dawn With timid graoe, SLn felt his pleit.ed nym.s rtiad her faro Sometlon, her narrow kitchen walls Stretched away Into ,Lately The vretuy wheel ton xphiot to rned, The tallow candle ap astral burned. And tor him who tat by the chimney rug Dozing and grutnizprig o'er pipe and mug. A 1111.1 y form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Thou ,he took up her burden of Ilta again Saying only, might havo been." A his for maiden, alas for J udge, For rich repiner and household drudge I Clod pity them both, and pity U 8 all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall For of all sad words of tongue or pon, The saddest are these: •' It might hare been ;^ Ah wt!! fur us all Wills sweet hope flee, Deeply hurled from il unuan ey se; And, In the hereafter, angels may Hull the stone from Its grave away! 111:45.0,11amou. A Christmas Story 1y Dickens SOMEBODY'S LUGGAGE. Concluded HIS WONDERFUL END both, and the effect of both upon my system was witheringly lowering. In this state'of depression, into which I subsided when I first began to revolve what could I ever say if He—the un known—was to appear in the Coffee Room and demand reparation, I one fore noon in this last November received a turn that appeared to be given me by the finger of Fate and Conscience, hand in hand. I was alone in the Coffee Room and had just poked the fire into a blaze, and was standing with my back to it, trying whether heat would penetrate with soothing influence to the Voice within, when a young man in a cap, of an intelligent countenance though requir ing his hair cut, stood before me. "Mr. Christopher, the Head Waiter." "The same." The young man shook his hair out of his vision—which it impeded—took a packet from his breast, and handing it over to me, said, with his eye (or did I dream ?) fixed with a lambent meaning on me, "Tub: PROOFS. " Although I smelt . my coat-tails singe ing at the fire, I had nut the power to withdraw them. The young man put the packet in my Mitering grasp, and repeated—let me do him the justice to add, with civility. "THE l'itooi.s. A. V. With these words he departed. A. Y. R.? And You Remember. Was that his meaning? At Your Risk. Were the letters short for that reminder? A nt,icipate Your Retribution. Did they stand for that warning? Outdacions Youth Repent? But no; for that, a was happily wanting, and the vowel here was a A. I opened the packet and found that its contents were the Ibregoing writings printed, just as the reader (may I add the discerning reader?') peruses them. In vain was the reassuring I‘ltisper—A. It., All the Year Bound—it could ot, cancel the Proof's. 'Coo appropriate ante. The Proofs of haying sold the ritings. INly wretchedness daily increased. I had nut thought of the risk I ran. and the defying publicity I put my head into, until all was done, and all was in print. Give up the money to he oil the hang; in. and prevent the publication, I could nut. My family was clown in the world. Christmas was coming on, a brother in he hospital and a sister in the rheuniat es could not be entirely neglected. And t was nut only ins in the ;tinily that had old on the resources of One unaided Waitering; out, were not wanting. A brother out of a : , ititation, and another other out of money to meet an aucep lance, and aiiiitlier brother out mind, and another brother nut at New lurk I not the sanie, tbuu=li it appear sm.), had really and truly lined2o ilia to it stand till I could turn inv,ell round. I gut worse awl worse in meditations, constantly reflecting -The Proofs," and retlectim , that when Christ mas drew nearer, and the Proofs were published. there could be no safely from hour to hour but that Ile might confront me in the Coffee Room, and in the face of day and his country demand his rights. The impressive and unlooked-for ca tastrophe toward which 1 dimly pointed the reader (shall I add, the highly in tellectual reader?) in my first remarks now rapidly approaches. It was November still, but the last echoes of the Guy-Foxes had long ceased to reverberate. We was slack—several joints under our average mark, and wine of course proportionate. So slack had we become at last, that Beds Nos 26, 27, 28, and 31 having took their six o'clock dinners and dozed over thdir re spective pints, had drove away in their respective Hansoms for their respective Night Mail-Trains, and left, us empty. I had took the evening paper to No. 6 table—which is warm and most to be ,preferred—and lost in the all-absorbing topics of the daz, had dropped into a slumber. I was'recalled to consciousness by the well-known intimation, "Wait er!" and replying " Sir I" found a gen tleman standing at No. 4 table. The reader (shall I add, the observant rea der ?) will please to notice the locality of the gentelman—at No. 4 table. fie had one of the new-fangled uneol lapsable bags in his hand (which I am against, for I don't see why you shouldn't collapse when you are about it, as your fathers collapsed beforeyou), and ho said: "I want to dine, waiter. I shall sleep here to night." "Very good, Sir. What will you take for dinner' Sir?" "Soup ,bit of codfish, oyster sauce, and the joint." "Thank you' Sir." I rang the chamber-maid's boll, and Mrs. Pratohett marched in according to custom, demurely carrying a lighted flat candle before her, as if she Was one of a long public procession, all' the other members of which was invisible. '"I In the mean while the gentleman had gone up to the mantle-piece, right; in front of the fire, and-laid his forehead against the mantle-piece (which it is a low one, and biought him into the attitude ofteap- , frog), and had heaved a tremenjous sigh. IBS hair was long and.lightish;apd when. he I ,aA4 110 forehead against the TnAntis' CARLISLE, PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1865. piece his hair all fell in a dusty fluff :together over his eyes; and when ho now turned round and lifted up his head again, it all fell in a dusty fluff together over his ears. This give him a wild .appear :thee, similar to a blasted heath. "Oh! The chamber-maid. Ah!" lie was turning something in his mind. "To be sure. Yes. I won't go up stairs now, if you will take my bag. It will be enough for the present to know my number.—Can you give me 24 B?" (0 Conscience, whata Adder art thou!) Mrs. Pratchott allotted 14m the room, and took his bag to it. then went back betbre the fire, and fell biting his nails. "Waiter !" biting between the words, "give me," bite, " pen and paper; and in five minutes," bite' " let me have, if you please," bite, " ii," bite, "Messenger." Unminful of his waning soup, he wrote and sent off six notes before he touched his dinner. Three were City; three West- End. The City letters were to Cornhill, Ludgate-hill, and Farringdon Street. The West-End letters were to Great Marlborough Street, New Burlington Street, and Piccadilly. Every body was systematically denied at every one of the six places, and there was not a vestige of any answer. Our light porter whis pered to me when he came back with that report, " All Booksellers." But before then he had cleared off his dinner and his bottle of wine. Be now—mark the concurrence with the document formerly given in full !—knock 'ed a plate of biscuits off the table with his agitated elbcr (but without breakage), and demanded boiling brandy-and-water. .Now fully convinced that, it was Him self, I perspired with the utmost freedom. When he become flushed with the heat ed stimulant referred to, he again demand ed pen mid paper, and passed the succeed ing two hours in producing a manuscript, which he put in the fire when completed. 11e then went up to Led, attended by Mrs. Pratchett. Mrs. Pratchett (who was aware of my emotion) 'told me on coining down that she hadd• noticed his eye rolling into every corner of the pas- sages and staircase, as if in search of his Luggage, and that, kmking back as she shut the door of 24 13, she perceived him with his cunt already thrown oil immersing himself bodily under the bed stead, like a chimley sweep before the al,. plication of machinery. The next clay—l finiicar the horrors of that ni+Alit —was a very foggy day in our prt, of London, insomuch that it was necessary to light the Coffee boom gas. We was still alone, and no feverish words of wine can du justice to the littulues, of his appearance as he sat at No -1 able. inerca,ed by there being something Wrollgwith the Meter Having again ordered his dinner he went out, and was out fur the he.<t part of two hours. Inquiring on his return whether any of the answers lied arrived. and receiving an unqualified negative, his instant call was for mulligatawny, the cayenne pepper, and orange brandy. Feeling that the mortal struggle was now at band, I also felt that I must be equal to hint, and with that view resolved that whatever he took I would take. Behind my partition, but keeping my eye on him over the curtain, I therefore operated on Mulligatawny, Cayenne Pep per, and Orange Brandy. And at a later period of the day, when lie again said " Orange Brandy, " I said so too, in a lower tune, to George, my Second Lieutenant (my First was absent on Iciave(, who acts between me and the bar. Throughout that awful day he walk ed about the Coffee Room continually Often he came close up to my partition, and thou his eye rolled within, too evi dently in search of any signs of his Luggage. Half past six came, and I laid Isis cloth. He orderod a bottle of old Brown. I likewise ordered a bottle of old Brown. Ho drank his, I drank mine (as nearly as my duties would per mit), glass for glass against his. Ho topped with coffee and a small glass. I topped with coffee and a small glass. He dozed. I dozed. At last, " Waiter !" —and he ordered his bill. The moment was now at hand when we twgmust-be locked in the deadly grapple. Swift as the arrow from -the bow I had formed my resolution: in other words, I had hathmered it out between nine and nine. It that I would be the, first to open up the subject, with a fulhm knowledgment, and would offer any grad ual settlement within my power. He paid his bill ( doing what was Fight by attendance) with his eye rolling about him to tli last, for any tokens of his Luggage. - One only time our gaze then met,, with the lustrous fixedness (believe. I am correct in imputing that character to it l) of the well.known Basilisk. , The decisive moment had, arrived. With a tolerable steady hand, though with humility, I laid The Proofs bo foro him. "Gracious Heavens !" he cries out, leaping up and catching hold of*his hair. "What's this Print 1" "Sir," 'I replied, in a calming-voice a j bonding - forward, "I humbly 'Bo. Mnowledge to being the unfortunate cause of it. liqt I hole, Sir, that 'when :you have heard the circumstance elplained, and the innocence of my intentions. To my amazement I was stopped short by his catching mo in both his arms, and pressing me to his breast-bone; where I must confess to my face (and particular nose) having undergone some temporary vexation from his wearing his coat but toned high up, and his buttons being uncommon hard. "Ha, ha, ha !" he cries, releasing me with a wild laugh, and grasping my hand. " What is your name, my Bene- factor ?" "My name, Sir" (I was crumpled, and puzzled to make him out), "is Christo pher : and I hope, Sir, that as such when you've henrcriny ex—" .qn print !" he exclaims again, dashing the proofs • over and over as if he was bathing in them. "In print !! Oh; Christopher! Philanthropist! Nothing can recompense you—hut what sum of money would be acceptable to you ?" 1 had drawn a step back from him 'or I should have suffered from his buttons again. " sir, I assure you I have been already well paid, and- 7 " "No, no, Christopher ! Don't talk like that ! What sum of money would be acceptable to you, Christopher ? Windld you find twenty pounds acceptable, Chris topher ?" However great my surprise, I naturally found words to say, " Sir, I am not aware that the man was ever yet born without more than the average amount of water on the brain, as would not find twenty pound acceptable. But—extreme ly obliged to you, Sir, I'm sure;" for he bad tumbled it out of his purse and crammed it in my hand in two bank notes; " but I could wish to know s Sir, if not intruding, how 1 have merited this liberality?" "Know then, my Christopher, he says, that from boyhood'siur I have unremittingly and unavailingly,Endeavor ed to into print. Know Christopher, that all the Booksellers alive—and sev eral-dead—have refused to put me into ;-print. Know, Christopher, that I have written unprintcd Reams. But they shall be read to you, my friend and bring er. You sometimes have a holiday ?" Secing the great danger I was in, I had the rresence of mind toanswer, 'Never!!" To make it more final, 1 added, "Never! Not. from the cradle to the grave." "Well," says he thinking no more a bout that, and chuckling at his proofs a gain. "But I. am in print ! The first flight of ambition emanating front My father's lowly cot. is realized at length ! The gold en bowl :"—he was getting on—"struck by the magic Irtud, has cmi ted a com plete and pet feet sound I When did this hiippen, my Christopher ?" "WI ich h.i l pen, Sir ?" "This," he held it out at arm's-length to admire it, "this l'erdint." W ben I had given him my detailed ao count of it he grasped me by hand again, and said: 'Dear Christopher, it should be grat tifying to you to know that you are an in strument iu`' the hands of Destiny. Be- cause you are." A pasging Something of a melancholy cast put it into my head fo shake it, and to say : "Perhaps we all are." "I don't met n that," he answered ; "I don't take that wide range ; I confine my self to the special eve. Observe me well, my Christopher ! Hopeless of getting rid, through any effort of my own, of any of the manuscripts among my Luggage—all of which, send them whero I would, were always cowing back to me—it is now some seven years since I left that Lug gage hero, on the desperate chance, either that the too too laithful manuscripts would come back to me no more, or that some mne less accursed than I might give them to the world. You follow me, my Christo pher ?" "Pretty well, Sir." I followed him so far as to ja,493,that ho had a weak head, and i'hailge Orange the Boiling and Old Brown combined was beginning to tell. (The old Brown being heady is best a dapted to seasoned cases.) , "Years elapsed, and those compositions slumbered in dust. At length Destiny ; choosing her agent from all mankind, sent You here, Christopher, and lo ! the Casket was burst asunder, and the Giant was free !" He made hay of hie hair after ho said his. and ho stood a tip-toe. "But," he reminded himself in a state of great excitement, "we must sit up all ight, my Christopher. I must correct these Proofs, for the press. Fill all the inkstands and bring me several new pens.v Ho smeared himself and he smeared the Proofs, the night through, to that de gree, that when Sol give him warning to depart (in a four•wheeler), few COW have said which was them, and which was him, and which was blots. His last instructions-was, that I should instantly run and take his corrections to the offwo of the present Journal. I did so. They most likely will net appear in print, for I noticed a Irv:amigo being" brought round from -Beaufort Printing• Hoese‘while was a throwing thid.concluding statement on paper, that, the ole resources of-that establishment was unable to make out what they meant, Upon which a eertaia TERMS:--$2,00 in Advance, or $2,50 within the year. gentleman in company, asl will not more particularly name—bat of whom it will be sufficient to remark, standing on the broad basis of a wave-girt isle, that wheth er we regard him in the light—'t‘ laugh ed, and put the corrections in the fire. TILE SILENT WITNESS. FROM A LAWYER'S DIARY I bad spent some years in the west in the practice of my profession, and was on a visit to my friends in Ne* England.— Among those who came first on my list of friendship, was Fred. Elliott, and I ar ranged to visit him as soon as I could. Fred. and I bad grown up together as boys ; we had entered college together, andgraduated together; and when I com menced the practice of law, he entered his uncle's store in the capacity o4' book keeper, with a good promise ahead. And there was another between us—a near and dear one to us, who were both or phans, and who had few relatives living. Fred had married my own cousin, sweet Hattie Keene. He married her since I went away, though the event had been upon the docket a long time before. And to us I was to meet two ,of my dearest friends beneath the same roof. It was just before dusk when the car riage left me at the house which had been pointed out as the one occupied by my friend, and which I at once recognized as the former home of old Timothy Elliott, the uncle of whom I have spoken. My summons was answered by a light, quick step on the hall floor; and when the door was opened I recognized the fair, fond features of my dearly remembered cousin She was five years older than when I saw her last, and grown to be a little more womanly, and- a little more sedate. In . fact, she had put on the holiest of char acters—that of a mother. The beauty, the life, the animation, the smiles of other years had not gone; but they were ele vated with, softened by, and blended into, Chat noble character. At first she did not know me, but when I called her Hattie, as I used to in the olden times, she caught me by the hand, and in a moment more her soft, white arms were around my neck. She was a sister to me in heart and soul, and with a sister's love she grreeted me. We went into the parlor, where an as tral lamp was already burning upon the cantre table, and where a fire was reflect ing a genial warmth from a polished grate —for it was autumn and the evenings were quite cool. Upon a chair, near by the table, sat a little boy of some three years, playing with the richly ornamented bridle of a rocking horse ; while upon the carpet was a glees. we chill, not yet able to walk with safety, °riga._ ed in tumbling a large warten muff And these were Hattie's children—two as bright and beautiful beings as ever made music in an earthly home. She told them that I was Uncle Enoch. She had neither sis ter nor brother, so I was forced to be an uncle to her children. Where had I been ? What had I been doing ? How bad I been ? Was I mar ried ? Did I ever mean to be ? and a hundred more questions of like character were showered upon me before I had time to ask any in return. By-and-by Fred came in. There was a cloud upon his face when be entered the room. I saw it very plainly; but his wife hurried to his side, kissed him, and whispered in his ear, and in a moment he brightened up ; and when be greeted me, and held my band and patted me upon the el oul der, he appeared the same warm and gen ial spirit as of the olden time. At the tea table ho asked after my for tunes in the distant home I had sought; and when I told hint I bad succeeded be yond my most sanguine expectations, and that material wealth was fast accumula ting for me, he was not only pleasant, but intimated that such business and such prospects would suit him. I laughed outright at what I consid ered the absurdity of this last idea.. It would do very well, I told him, for a poor fellow, with only his two bands to help bird, to get off into the western wilds; but for one like him, with an independ ent fortune at his command, to think of such a thing was ridiculous. He smiled as I spoke, and turned the subject of con versation. Within an hour after we adjourned to the parlor, I was sure something had gone wrong with my friend, He tried to be cheerful, to talk of our old pranks, and to laugh and joke as in the days of our youth; and as a last resort, endeavoredto arouse himself by caressing his sweet children. But it would not do—l had seen too much. Hattie succeeded much better than he did; yet as the evening wore on, I could see , there was a heavy load upon her heart, aa.welLL:---- At length, the children wore abed,and , the_ mother.soo" n followed them. I-plain -Iy:;heard der sretv as shoo left the room, and a 'smothered groan, - which could not es cape me, bark frotnler husband's bosom. _Prod poked Up the coals, and took , two or three turns across the floor, , after, which be returned and sat down near me. gi Enoch," he said, hie face all wrappcl4l in gloom, "perhaps you think act strangely." ( 4 I think sorscithing is the i riattor .with you," I returned. " Something must have gone wrong." "You are right. Something has gone wrong. In fact," ho added, as a shuaz der crept over his frame, "a storm has burst upon me which is to ruin me." He spoke this so eolemny and so stead ily that I knew there must be some deep meaning in it, and I asked him if he could tell me his trouble. Of course he would tell me. He was anxious to tell me, for I was not only one of his dearest friends, but I was a laws and might pos sibly assist him. "You know," said he, "that I went in to business with my uncle Timo'hy. When I was married he made me come and live in. this house ; ho put the whole establishment into our hands, and he then boarded with us. I had no Money—not a dollar, but when I served him one year as book-keeper, lie gave me a good share in the business. Threeyears ago he died, leaving me an estate of about sixty thou sand dollars. "There was no will left, or, at least such was supposed to be the case : and it all came to me, as I was the only blood Tele tive living. Uncle Timothy had one brother and one sister. fie married when quite young, but his wife died without issue. His sister married a man named Isaac Staffer, who had one child by a for mer wife, but he never had any children by my aunt. lle died at the end of two years, leaving her no means, and she found a home with a brother, taking her step-son With her. In time she died, and the boy was left in my uncle's charge un til he was twenty-one. So much for the sister. The brother married, and had one child, and that child was myself. My father died when I was a mere child, and my mother died before I was grad uated. So you see, I was the only repre sentative of Uncle Timothy's blood." "Certainly," I said, "and of course the whole property fell to yon." - "Yes," he replied, "and it was given to me, and 1 took possession, and opened a flourishing business. Upon the strength thereof, I have entered society, and re sponsible offices have been put upon me." "Well," said I, as toy friend paused "what has happened to,disturb all this j„ " Pll tell you," he returned, starting from a Moody reverie into which he had fallen. " You know that my }tither and Uncle Timothy once had a serious falling out." - "Yes," I told him, "I have some-recol lection of it; but that was a great many years ago. We were boys then." "Ay—it was near twenty years ago," said Fred ; but I remember it very well, for I recellectilow'badly it made mother feel. The estrangement lasted for stone years; and during that time the bitter ness was very strong. My uncle declar ed that he would have nothing more to do with his brother; and under the in fluence of this feeling he made a will con veying the great bulk of his property to Staffer, the son of his sister's husband. You remember that, don't you ?" "Yes," I said. And I did remember it very well, for it mace considerable talk at the time; and more so, because Staf fer, who had married Timothy Elliott's sister, had norbcen , considered much of a man, and it was not generally supposed that the boy, whom ha had left upon the care of his wife's relatives, gave any pro mise of a valuable life. "And," continued Fred, "you proba bly recollect when my father was very sick, Uncle 'I hnothy came to him and the quarrel was thrown away, and from that time, while my father lived, their broth erly love was warm and generous. "Yes, I know all that." "Well, at that time my uncle spoke of the Will ho had made, and said ho would destroy it, and I believe he did. I know it as well as I know anything which I did not see with my own eyes. Before my uncle died he told me that he should make no will, for there was no need of it. He said I was the only lawful heir, and that Was enough. My uncle died and I came into possession of the property ; and I have enjoyed it, and have tried to do good with it; and I have added something to the original fortune, for I have been care ful and prudent, In a dark hour, how ever, a storm has burst upon me. It seemed only a cloud at first, but it provcd a fearful one. John Staffer has returned. He went away about ten years ago—wept away because my uncle would not give . him ti_honao any longer—and has now come and has laid claim and has laid olaim on,"my properly. He olaims the vvhose of it !" "But bow r asked, a$ my 'friend stopped to take breath. "Yon . remember Stephen Akers, the old lawyer I"" said Fred. "Ay," I replied, "I know him very well, has been out west and done same business there ; but he can't do, more where he is known, for he proved himself a villian:" "Ha! do you know it ?" "Yfis ;' but what has that to do with, you now 7" . "I'll: toll you. In the first pleee• lie used to, do busineis.'here, and my uncle employed him some."' ' • ' gq..retaemher that." , '' 2 • , ' "And th4,'6oA*. my undo,"' "Yes, I recollect it now. "Well;".oontinued Fred, "this old vil lain of a lawyer came bank here abouteir, months ago, and ere long he•'and John Staffer had their heads together. Da a Hide while Staffer came and laid elaim to my uncle's property ; and when asked what he meant, he produced a paper which appeared to be the last will and testa ment of Mr. Timothy Elliott. And Ste phen Akers swears that this is the Buie will which my uncle made many years ago, and that it has been in his charge ever since. He says that when he wedi away to the western conntryhe.over-look ed it among his papers, and• took it along with him. He furthermore declares that he received many letters from Mr. Elliott, in -which he requested him to be careful of the swill , and keep it so that it could be brought to light in case of need." "Of course," said I, "this will must be a fraudulent one." NO, 8. "Most certainly it is," returned Fred. "And yet it has been admitted to probate, and the judge has accepted it. I have appealed; and it goes to the Superior Court, and, moreover, the trial comes off to morrow. For myself, Enoch,—if I were alone in the world,--I would care litttle, for I could put forth my energies anew; but for my wife and children, ohl it is bard :" He buried his face his hands, and wept aloud ; but in a little while he be= came calm again, and I questioned him as I saw fit. Another witness to the Will besides Stephen Akers was living, and he had testified that he believed the instru. went now produced was the ono towhich he put his name. In short, theonselook 7 ed dark enough, and I dared not give my friend much hope. Yet 1 promised to think of the matter, and be present with him at the trial. On the following morning I got away soon as possible, for I could not bear hear Hattie's grief; but I promised to come back again, and, as I held her hand at the door, told her to keep up a good heart An uncle of mine, named Ansel Forbes, a brother of my mother, was in town on business, and I went to see him. He was a paper manufacturer, and worth a hand some 'property. 1 found him at the hotel, and passed a happy hour with him; for I had been hie pet in boyhood, and it was by his gonerous bounty that I went through college. I told him about the trial which was coming off, and he said ho meant to be present if he could. He had been well acquainted with Timothy Elliott, and he was firmly convinced that the only will which Elliott had ever made been destroyed. When the hour of trial arrived it was announced that I should assist in the case, I took my seat with the counsel al ready engaged. As the trial went on, it certainly did look dark enough for my friend.—Stephen Akers—a dark brown ed, foxy looking man, with a hair of a grizzled red, which stood out like a hedge hog's quilts upon his small head—swore that this will was the will which he, as Timothy Elliott's attorney, had made eigh teen years before, and that it had been in, his possession ever since, until he had lodged it in the probate office. And he also swore to the receipt of letters from Elliott, bidding him keep the will safe. There was no getting around his testi mony—it was plain and direct, and we could nut break through it. An old wan named Jackson, who had been one of the witnesses of the old will, testified that he believed the instrutreut now before him was the one to which he had put his hand. He could say that this was his own signature Lie was an honest old fellow, and admitted that ho had always supposed the will had been, destroyed. For our client we had nothing of clear, plain facts to help us. We had any a mount of impressions and opinions in our favor. It had boon the impression of all Timothy Flliott's intimate friends that the will which he had made had been destroyed. He had talked to them in that way. Aud yet no one of them could swear that they had ever heard him say, directly, that such was the faot. In abort though the belief in the destruction of that will was so general and so firm, yet, we could present to the jury a single fact to sustain us in the deoision. Had the counsel for the appellant *lay more testimony to podium ? Fred, placed his hand trembling like an aspen, upon my arm, and wieperea.—. "Oh my soul ! I am lost I" He was pale as , death, and his suffer ing intense• As the ease now stood, I could have no hope. Whatever may have been the opinion of the court and the jury upon the right and justioe orthie thing, there, could have, been but one opinionupon the lawand fact. My heart sank within we. Whore the counsel for the appellant oatady rrest - there case 7 I held the will in my hand. I be lieved it to be a forgery. 1 believed the only will which 'Timothy Elliott ever made had been destroyed, and that 44era, in consideration of a share in the spoils, had, from the, old , draft la his band", forged this instrument, eounterfaiting even Jackson's signature so ni6aly that the simple old Man could not :disown it, I waa about to give the • instrument up, and my last faint hope' with it, when dim mark in one corner of the sheet caught my eye.... It was a atanap---enins pression on the..paper-=not: ,so large ea the point' of a fuager's end, hut I bait say head for a rooMeintito Oall folulud uo* thing.of the pest, . . hid -- noticed My emo%ima. . ' I told .11161 to, wait; and then await-BO looked around the epurtrroota, ' Wati unoto,tltore,?" yea, I saw hiia do% bg we:hilisd' that Stophsa' Ah!rrlilht b°ictuoti to the stand'ilgja, writak
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