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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