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    VOL. XI.
NO. 7.
An Independent Family Newspaper,
Subscription Price.
Within the County tt 25
mxmoiuns, 1.7
Out of the County, Including postage,
" " " six months "
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Advertising rates furnished npon appli
eletct Poeti'y.
II is sad to lie down in the cold, cold grave,
When the mind is strong, -and the heart is
brave j
It is sad to leave all that Is lovely and fair
And go to the tomb, to be mouldering there.
Bnt oh ! if 'tis bitter to leave the world's throng,
It is sadder, far sadder, to live too long.
To see all that once we had doted npon
Before ns to rest and to happiness gone,
And to stand, like a wlther'd oak, blighted and
The sole tree that survives the mad hurricane's
O talk not of life, earth's bright dwellings
For nothing can soothe him who lives too
To know that the once echoing trumpet of
Shall never more mention that valueless name;
To kn6w that none care for his bliss or bis
doom ;
O rather I'd ask the cold rest of the tomb.
When glory has died, and the spirit of song
Has vanished, 'tis bitter to live too long.
And I would He down in my deep repose
Ere my bosom no longer with poesy glows ;
And I wonld arise to the mansions on high,
Ere the thoughts that now live in my spirit
shall die j the moments have fled, that to manhood
And I feel that 'tis bitter to live too long.
GRANDFATHER was dead! Over
and over again, the thought he must
die had made me cry my eyes nearly out
for tho' he was eighty, ho was not too
old to love. And now It had happened,
and was all over, and I eat In a kind of
miserable dream, listening to lawyer
Curdle asking me
Where grandfather kept his will V
Had I not been told ?
Did I know t
A will in my favor leaving everything
to me V
Of course I knew it r"
Grandpapa wanted to tell me," said
I, " but I would not let him. I could
not bear to think of his being dead. I
hoped he would not die before I did."
" In legal matters ladies are little short
of idiots," said Mr. Curdle.
" I grieve to distress you, but I sup
pose you know there's a rampant old
fury down stairs, who claims this place
and everything in It who Is really your
grandfather's sister and who, If there is
no will found, can turn you out of house
and home." '
"You know your grandfather was
only a stepfather to your mother.' You
were not actually related at all."
" Come now ; plain speaking is noces
ary if we find the will, you are an
heiress ; if not, a beggar."
" Nothing could make me that," I
Kud; "nothing while I have ten fin
gers." But he had roused me at last.
Where had grandfather told me the
will was.
I tried to think.
No, he had not told me. '
I had put my hand over his mouth
and said: ' 1
"Grandpa don't I shall cry myself
to death if you die, so I shan't want
And ha said : . . .
" Well, well, I know you are not wait
ing for dead men's shoes. I know that,
my child and some other day, Borne
other day." i
And the next morning he was found
kiad in his bod the very next morning.
" You see it Is somewhere," said I,
" else grandpa would not have mention-
"You don't think he had destroyed"
it, ana was aoout to make a new one, or
anything of that kind V" asked the
" No," said I, I think not. Ill try
to remember what he said exactly
this was It, I think
1 Reulah, it will be very important
when I come to leave you that you shall
know about my will. I have made one
and hid it in the most ingenious place.' "
" Then I stopped him. That's all."
"Utter insanity," said Mr. Curdle;.
" utter Insanity."
. He was usually very polite, but I did
not wonder that his equanimity wns dls
turbed when I went down stairs and saw
the person whom he had described as a
" rampant old fury."
She was a very old woman, with hair
that was still bright red. ami a long,sharp
Bhe was talking at the top of her
voice, apparently to no one In particular.
" Lawyers, lawyers," she was saying ;
" all alike the world over. Didn't send
me a word about my brother's death ,
not a word, not a line ; so that I should
not come to claim my own."
" Left it to that girl, eh ? Humbug !
She's no relation to him ; she's no rela
tion at all. Margaret Boker had a little
girl already by her first husband when
she married him. That is that girl's
" No blood relation none. No, no.
My brother and I haven't been friends,I
know, but all the same if he hasn't left
a will and I know he didn't all his
property is mine."
She took snuff and scowled at me fu
riously. I shrank away and began to feel how
important it was that the will should be
found. -
I searched eagerly enough now.
I turned back carpets and shook out
I rummaged every desk and drawer,
trunk and box in the house.
All in Vain.
At last Mr. Curdle acknowledged that
further search was hopeless.
"A man should confide his will to his
lawyer," said he; "a lawyer's box is
the only safe place for it."
"No doubt this old woman has em ploy
ed some one to steal your grandfather's
will from its very ingenious hiding place,
and the result is that you are a beggar."
"You are ridiculing poor, dead grand
pa, and calling me names," I said, burst
ing into tears.
"My poor, foolish child I" said Mr.
Curdle, "why didn't you hear what he
had to say, at least t Together, you
have made a nice mess of it."
We had certainly, as I acknowledged
when old Mrs. Humphries took posses
sion of the homestead, and I found that
I wbb no longer mistress of the dear old
place. That 1 had not even a right there,
but waB an interloper.
When, to crown all, she came to me
as I lay weeping on my bed, and said in
her harsh, usual tone
"Beulah, sit up and stop crying. I've
something to tell you.": .
I sat up and wiped my eyes..
I considered her an enemy, and one
never wishes to weep before one's ene
mies. -
"Providence is Providence, Beulah
Meore," said she ; "you oughtn't rebel
agln it no you oughtn't. You ought
to be contented in the condition you've
been called to. But I'm not a hard
hearted woman ; I'm willing to have you
stay with me. You can help me in the
work, you know." :
" I don't keep servants a lazy, idle set
eating' you out of house and home."
" A young gal like you can be useful if
she's grateful and willing, so I'll keep
you, Beulah Moore.". V
I was only fourteen years old, but I
knew as well as I know now that I
would have preferred 'service anywhere
else. ' f ' ' ' ' .'
But as she spoke, a thought darted in.
to my head.
Grandfather had ' certainly spoke of
hiding a will somewhere. "'"'"'' -
If I stayed and rubbed and scrubbed,
and dusted diligently, I should discover
it if it was above ground.and not stolen,
as Mr. Curdle believed. ! ',
Ah, how delightful to discomfit ber at
last. ' ' f '
How well worth the hard fate and the
hard work I knew I should have to en
dure. ' :
Yes, even' her ' unpleasant company
could be borne with this end in view. '
Bo I said, taking care not to speak too
eagerly, that I would stay, and I gave
myself a year to find the will in. " 1
A year is an eternity at fourteen.
That very day, old Mrs. Humphries
began to show me my position by turn
ing me out of my pretty bed room, and
sending me into a garret with a sloping
I had a pretty carpet, white curtains,
a bookcase, Turkish chair, and dainty
bed, all white and pink, and toilet ser
vice, pink and white also.
I hud never done any work, except
putting this room In order, for we had
two old servants, beside a man
Now I scrubbed floors and I washed
windows, and dishes, and bad no time to
read or sew, or wander in the woods, or
enjoy myself In the garden.
Miss Humphries sent all my school
girl friends from the door when they ask
ed for me, and It was after a long, hard
fight that I obtained my books, my sew
ing basket, and my window plants with
which to make my garret more home
like. My black suit became shabby.
I felt ashamed to go to church, and
I knew not where to procure other
I was very miserable, but all the while
I never forgot my object.
Not only did I continue to search all
day, but at night I often pattered about
the house In my bare feet.
I found many curious places where a
will might have well been hidden.
For Instance the posts of grandfather 's
bed had a hollow space in them, covered
with a carved cap, shaped line a pine ap
ple which came off.
And behind the carved wooden man
telpiece in his room the original house
Was a hundred years old, they say, and
very curious there was a receptacle
that might have concealed fifty wills.
The old woman never suspected me.
Besides, she was half the time asleep,
nodding in her chair.
She had a delight in seeing me at
work and set me at tasks as hard to me
as those the malevolent fairy put upon
poor Graclosa were to her.
Whenever I was sent I went.
Who knew where the will might be t
But now the year I had given myself
was nearly over, and the malevolent
fairy of my existence had ordered me to
whitewash the cow house and I had
agreed to do it with a feeling upon me
that endurance was almost to an end,
that hope was almost gone, that I must
leave the place if I starved.
No wonder I was thin and had lost my
fine complexion.
The lime was mixed and the brush was
" Put It on thick, Beulah," said my
task mlstress,"we don't want any of the
boards to show. Why, where's your
"I can't find one to fit," said I dis
consolately. "Oh, I can reach, I
" You can't," said she. ' " The idea of
whitewashing with a short brush. Go
and hunt a stick. Why, I know where
there's one in your own room, I saw
Itto-day." . .
" That's dear grandpa's cane," said I.
" I don't care. Get it," said she. It's
only a stick, cane or not." f
" I won't use that in such a way," said
I ; " grandfather's cane', that he used to
walk with every day-miat I used to ride
on when I was a baby.' Dear old cane,that
seems part of hint. 1 I would hot use it
so for worlds." "''
"Sentimental nonsense," said the old
woman. "The idea! When I am dead
they can do what they like with my
umbrella, I'm sure. Get the stick."
" I won't," said I. 7 1 1 '' '
"Then I will, and you'll use it," said
she.- ''
Away she vent to the gnrret, and
she came down with the thick cane,
with neither curve nor carving on it a
sort of pale grey wood, polished like
glass. -..... if , V'
"Here's the stick," said she, "and
you'll see my word is law here."
I never stirred. ' - :' ' ' 1
" Tie the stick on the whitewash brush
and go to workj" said she. ' A '
" I Won't," said I. '' A .
"You Won't?" ! ' 1
"No." 1. '
- "You're a pretty big girl, Beulah
More," said she, " but if you don't I'll
whipyou.'1 7 1 ' " "' v " '
"I dare you to touch me," said I. ;
She lifted the stick
I'm not sure whether she would have
struck me, or whether it was only In
menace; but I caught It. "
"Give me my grandfather's cane!" 1
cried, and pulled.
She pulled also.
In a moment more a queer thing hap
pened. The cane parted in the middle, mid the
old woman flew one way and I an
other. She lay on her back, bemoaning her
self. I, younger and lighter picked myself
up at once.
But I held on to my half of grand
father's cane, and shouted wildly for
joy, for in an instant I seen that the
cane was not broken, but that it was
made in two halves, and that the one I
held was liollow.
Something protruded from It.
All I saw was a bit of stiff, crackling
parchment, but I knew as well as ever I
did anything, when I drew it out, that 1
had found grandfather's will at last.
She knew it, too.
She scrambled up, as I flourished it
over rcy head, and flew at me.
I am not sure that my life would have
been safe had she caught me.
Terror, as well as joy, lent wings to
my footsteps.
I flew out of the garden, down the
lane, and up the road to the office of Mr.
There,ln my old frock,wlth whitewash
daubed all over it, I appeared, breathless
and volceless,grasping In my hand,dlrty
and hardened with coarse work, the
proof that I was heiress to a fortune.
When I went back to the homestead,
it was as its mistress. The old woman
had left it, and I never saw old Miss
Humphries again.
She returned to her former dwelling
place, leaving many anathemas behind
for me, but they never hurt me.
SOME months ago Prof. Ember of
the medical college at Prague applied
to the Austrian chief of police at Vienna
for assistance in ferreting out and bring
ing to justice the most monstrous society
of criminals that ever existed. The re
quired support was extended him, and
the patient work of an experienced de
tective added to that of the professor
himself, eventually achieved the desired
end. A month ago a body of police
made a descent upon the headquarters of
the criminals, and their trial Is at pres
ent pending in the Imperial courts.
The story which the facts elicited by
this trial tells us is worth a place in
Dante's " Inferno." The wildest dream
of a distempered nightmare never paint
ed a picture so fraught with horror.
On the first day of the trial a howling
mob endeavored to tear the malefactors
into peacemeal, and it was only found
possible to continue the investigation by
garrisoning the court room with soldiers
and calling out two regiments of horse
to protect the criminals on their way
from the court to the prison.
The tavern of the " Golden Omelette"
is situated close under the fortification
walls of the city of Iladna, Its proprie
tor, Trouilleson, 1b a man of gigantic
stature, an old soldier of the Austrian
army, who was blinded by the explosion
of a cannon while firing a salute from
the forts at Trieste.
Returning to his native city with his
mistress, a fine looking woman el the
Volga, he started the house of call for
beggars which he, up to a few weeks ago
directed and made money out of. The
house is a long, low, rambling structure
a nondescript of wood, stone and brick,
and when descended upon by the police,
served as a shelter for nearly two hun
dred men, women and children, all of
whom, with the exception of perhaps a
dozen were professional beggars. ' Upon
the arrest of its host he was discovered
to be worth in money deposited in the
Imperial bank over $100,000, an enor
mous fortune for the country in which
he lived. How this money was obtain
ed is the crowning horror of the entire
Antolne Cherguille, nicknamed " The
Playe," is the brother of Trouilleson's
mistress. Among the frequenters of the
"Golden Omelette" he is called the
" Operateur." He is a man of over fifty,
and for the last thirty years of his life,
has been engaged in the business of
manufacturing cripples. From the evi
dence given at the trial, which Is likely
to. send him to the guillotine, his niethed
of proceedure Is as follows :
The members of a gang of kidnappers
organized by his sister and her sightless
paraaiour,liave for the last twenty years
been engaged in stealing children from
the various cities of the empire. These
unfortunate little ones weresbrought to
the headquarters at Radna, where they
passed into the merciless- hands of the
" Operateur." .
He took charge of them. in a separate
section of the inn, where, assisted by a
couple of surgeons whoee vices had ro
ll meed them to his own level, and by his
knowedge of anatomy fbr he had studied .
the art himself in his youth he evolved
the terribly crippled spectres who had .
so long pestered the pDgrims of St. Nep
omuck. At the time of his arrest these
children, in various stages of convales
cence from mutilation, were found on
the filthy cots of this demoniac hospital.
One of them, a pretty girl of five, had
her right hand amputated. The other
two, both boys, had lost, their feet and
hands respectively. In a pit, under the
floor In one corner of the torture cham
ber, were found the petrifying remains
of a dozen human members, burled in a
compost of chloride of lime and quick
lime. Cherguille manifested ho emotion
upon his arrest, but utterly refused to
render any information, and has been
obstinately silent since.
At the time the arrest; was made the
business of the isfttmous den was in
full blast. In the long common room a
hundred miserable wreoks of humanity,
armless, legless, handless, footless, blind
and awfully disfigured,congregated about
long tables. The smoke of their pipes
veiled the scene, the reek of their foal
meal tainted the air, and the clattering
of their crutches, the ourses, shrieks and
loud conversation all about deafened the
ordinary ear. Upon the entrance of the
detectives they merely looked up, and
noting the artfully disguised figures cob
tinued their orgie without honoring
them with any further attention. The
result was that all the frequenters of the
place were siezed with one exception.
This, singularly enough, was a man
without legs, who managed to conceal
himself in the cellar, and eventually
made his escape.
The prisoners were at once loaded into
a special train and conveyed to Viena.
There the promise of pardon induced a
number of them to a series of confes
sions. The art of crippling children was, it
seems, not the only one practiced by the
" Operateur." More than one poor inno
cent had been wilfully blinded by the
atrocious torturer, and at the trial three
such victims of nis Infamons business
were produced. The- money gaiined by
these children was divided between
Cherguille and his slstev and h para
mour. Fourteen Little Things Interesting Exam
ples of Saving or Producing Tbem.
Life is mainly made up. of stifles. A
pin-hole will In time sink a large ship.
A small saving per day os week will
speedily amount to a large sura. An ex
tra production, of a smalt thing, as an
extra egg per day or week, a good hill of
corn in each row, a bushel of wheat, or
corn, or potatoes, extra per acre, will in
the course of years make one comforta
bly rich, or what may be better, will buy
many convenient or useful things as one
goes along, and Bach extra production is
easily secured by trifling thought, care,
or labor. To illustrate what the weekly
saving, or the extra production will
amount to in a inglt year, we select the
following common items ; ' 7
1 Kkh s week at 3Zo. per dozeu 11.80
2 Eggs a week at 1&4. per dnz. 1.60
1 Quart wheat a week at 660. per bushel ).S0
1J Quarts eorn a week
3 Quarts eorn a week
Qts. potatoes a welc
4QU. potatoes a week
1 Cabbaa a week
V,i Qts. milk a week
V,4 Oz. butter a week .
S Pail coal week
1 Foot of wood a week
S Feet ot wood a week
. lb. Kugar a week
4 0z. Tea a wek
VA Oz. code a week
1 P. a Stamp a week
1 1'oor Cigar a week
at Sle. per bushel 1 .61
at S3o. per bushel 1.61
at roc. per bushel 1.62
at per bushel 1.62
tSu. pe head 1.S6
at 2a. per quart l..ri6
at !e. per pound 1.66
at 4.82c. per ton 1.60
at II per cord 1.6a
at $2 per cord 1.(6
at 12c. per pound 1-.
at 96o. per pound 1.5
at J2e. per pound 1.66
at it cents l.Stf
at 3 cents 1.66
Total, tizn
And any one of these items will more
than pay for The Times for one year.
& Why is a man who expects a kUs
and refused like a shipwrecked fisher,
maa 'r Because be has lost his "mock.