THE TIMES, NEW BLOOM F1EL1), PA., FEBHUAKY 18, 1879.
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and
' " What the matter, child V What
can It be)"
" O Max I my dear, wronged, Blander
d Max I At lust you ahull have Jus
due." " What has It to do with Max ?' cried
Mr. Hunt, In alurm. " Do speak I 1
thought it was from Clark, and that
Clark was dying."
" Let him die I" she exclaimed. " My
Max has sullered a living death forlhree
years for this man's crime. He has
risked hU life more than once, be has
fluttered uutold miseries, and despair.
Oh, dldu't I tell you, didn't I know, he
was Innocent V Mr. Hunt, it was Clark
who robbed you and luld the crime to
Mux. It was Clark who struck you
thai blow. This Is his confession. Ob,
thank Qod ! I am so happy 1"
' We must send for him instantly,"
cried the old man, walked rapidly to
and fro, wringing his bunds. "Cull
John 1 Send for a lawyer this instant.
We will send a dispatch to the warden."
Ills excitement quieted hers. Perhaps
also she was better prepared for the
shock. Her Imagination had constant
ly dwelt on and called up visions of
Max's Innocence being proved, and she
was now more delighted and exulting
than astonished.
"The prison is closed before this
time," she said, " and he wouldn't be
told till morning. I want him to know
' it first. I will send Mr. Adams to you
to see about the forms. There are al
ways forms and little delays. But, O
Mr. Hunt! mayn't I go down and tell
Max myself? There Is another train
that will go down tonight. Cousin
Charlie will go with me, I know. Let
me go down there and s him the first
thing In the morning."
" You shall, dear child," he said, kiss
ing her. "You deserve to be first to tell
him. (Jo, Lute, and bring him home I"
Although It was an express train that
went up to U that night, there was
one pnssenger for whom it went not
near fast enough.
" Aren't we slow for an express train,
Charlie V" she would ask, trying to
peak quietly, trying to sit quiet.
" Clialn-lightning would be slow for
you, Lute," was the answer.
If it were slow in the cars, how much
harder to sit half a night almost within
sound of his voice, and not fee him I
Bh'e persuaded her cousin out from the
hotel, though it was near midnight,
and walked up to the prison, and round
it,and looked longingly at the doors. But
he would not allow her to ring, and she
was obliged to go back to the hotel and
wait.
" Now, Lute, be good, and I will
c6me in for you when it is time," said
Cousin Charlie in the morning. "We
can't get in till the prison is open to
visitors. I will watch and come after
you directly."
"Don't tell, Charlie 1 Oh, don't telll
Let him be the first to know."
"Nonsense! Do you think I am
going to blab ? Just keep quiet. Have
you got any papers V"
" Yes, a letter from the lawyer, signed
also by Mr. Hunt, and a copy of the
confession."
After what seemed to her an age he
came back, and they started for the
prison, Lute learning heavily on his
arm, her face pale as marble. They had
not far to walk, and soon they came in
sight of the wall. As they approached
the yard gate which they had to pass to
reach the visitors' entrance, the heavy
4olts were slowly lilted by the guard on
the wall overheard, the gate opened ,and
a man came out pushing a light wagon
toward them. The man had on a dark
gray suit, and wore a black cloth cap,
and his head was bowed forward in the
effort of pushing.
" They make very nlcecarriageshere,"
said her cousin. " There Is one of their
wagons."
The man with the wagon didn't seem
to notice them, though they were direct
ly in his path.
" Do you intend to run over this
lady V" called out her cousin angrily.
The man loo.ked up hastily, showing
a pale, thin face, with glittering eyes,
and closely shaven except for a mus
tache, which evidently was false. He
started on seeing Charles, but dropped
liiB wagon when he saw Charles' com
panion. " Lute !" he cried, knowing that there
was no need of concealment now, for
she would not come there except to free
lilm, she had promised.
" O Max 1 Max 1 You are free I It was
Clark did it!" she exclaimed, too full of
her news and her happiness to ' wonder
how be came tin re.
The guard who had let him out, and
who now looked after him with rather
tardy suspicion, seeing this joyful meet
lug", and the party so evidently at ease
and leisure, thought that all was right,
ne was a new watchman, and when lie
saw a man In citizen's dress wheeling a
wagon down toward the gate, he sup
posed that It was his place to let him
out. It was a botd and adroit attempt
Arms with a great cry,
weeping In one.
to escape, and would probably have suc
ceeded hail there been any need of es
cape. Mux had maniigtd to he alone lung
enough to put on the clothes prepared
for the occasion, then had boldly turned
a wagon and wheeled it toward the gate.
Nobody had missed him when Lute
took him to the guard room, and with
radiant face presented him to the astou
Ished officials. Waving ordinary rules,
the warden did not allow Max to go
Into his cell, but Invited him to become
his guest till he could be legally dismiss
ed. Then Lute carried him off in tri
umph to his impatient grandfather.
At first Max thought that he could
never live In his native town again, but
the congratulations that poured in day
after day from friends and strangers
helped to wipe out the bitterness. His
grandfather's sorrow and humility and
weakness softened him ; and, besides,
could he ever refuse anything to
Lute? She wanted him to stay, and he
staid.
There was a grand wedding to please
the old man, though they would have
prefered It otherwise. Lute rustled up
the church aisle in silk and laces sur
rounded by a troop of lovely girls, and
leaning on the arm of her uncle, who
was her nearest relative, and who gave
her away. Mux stood at the altar wait
ing for her, and in his erect, proud form
and flushing eye there was no sign of
the convict, though his cheek was yet
pallid, and his face closely shaven. The
church was full, all eager for a glimpse
of i he bride, but the person most Inter
ested in them did not see at all, though
he sat in the very front seat. Mr. Hunt
sat and wept without ceasing all through
the ceremony, and could scarce force a
smile when Max came and presented
his bride to him. When they both call
ed him father, he broke out again.
They live there together, the old man
sinking into Ids second childhood, but
watched over and attended with cease
less vigilance and.affecliou ; Lute trying
to realize her happiness, which she
hasn't been able to do yet, and Max be
ginning to think that his hard disci plinu
did him, perhaps, more good than harm.
After the first flush of anger,they hearti
ly forgave the author of their misfor
tunes, and in all the land there is no
hoppiei household than that of him
who was once Max the convict.
Deacon Grinder's Experiment.
"I
HOPE the children haven't been
any trouble to you Mrs. Peck 5"'
said Deacon Grinder, as his one horse
chaise drew up on the green in front of
Phllena Peck's house.
Miss Peck hurried out, all smiles to
greet the portly widower.
" The little darlings V" cried she, ef
fusively. "Trouble, indeed! Why,
deacon, how you talk I It's a positive
pleasure to have them here. I should
like to keep them a week."
The deacon smiled and shook his
head.
" That .would be a little too much,"
said he. "Come, children, jump into
the wagon."
And the three apple-cheeked little
Grinders two girls and a boy were
kissed, and hugged, and lifted into the
wagon by the beaming spinster. v
"I shall be lonely when they are
gone," she said. " I do so dote on chil
dren. Ilemember, darlings, that the
gooseberries will be ripe next week, and
that your reeky will he only too happy
to see you again."
The Widow Clapp came hurrying out,
as the chaise rattled by, with a tin pull
in her hand.
"Dear me, Deacon Grinder," said
she, " you are always in such a hurry.
Do stop a minute, can't you t Here's a
pail of our new honey in the comb. I
know the darlings will like it on their
bread of an evening. When are
they coming to spend the day with me V
I declare Jusle is growing a perfect
beauty I"
"Tut, tut, Mrs. Clapp !" said the dea
con, his face shining all over with sat
isfaction. " 1 Handsome is that hand
some does.' That's my motto."
" And nobody can't do handsomer
than my little Joe," said Mrs. Clapp.
" And there's Tommy grown as never
was, and Dolly the very picture of you ;
drop into tea some evening this week."
The deacon had hardly guided his
old horse around the corner of the vil
lage green when Miss Barbara Bowyer
stepped out of the millinery store.
" I do hope you'll excuse me, Deacon
Grinder," said she, with all the pretty
confusion which naturally belongs to a
maiden of six and thirty 8ummers,"but
I was so edified with your be-yu-tl-
fut remarks In prayer meeting, Monday
nigut, tUat I could n t help setting my
self to work to think what I could do
for you. And here'B a collar I have
Btltcbed for dear Tommy, and a hand
kerchief I've embroidered forjosie, and
a doll as I've took the liberty to dress
for Dorothy. Oh, dou't thank me.pray.
it ain't nothing, compared with the
peace of mind I got, listening to your
precious remarks."
But Naomi Poole, sitting at her nee
die-work, hy the old red farm-house win
dow, had only a smile and a nod for
the party as they drove by.
" Pa," said Josle, who was a shrewd,
sallow, faced child of eleven, "don't Miss
Poole love us as well as Miss Peck, and
Mrs. Clapp, and Miss Barbara Bow
yer V"
"I hope so, my child," said the be
nign deacon. " Why do you ask the
question 1"'
" Because she never gives us any
thing," said Josle.
" Blie Is poor, child she is poor," the
deacon said. "But I'm sure you all
have her good wishes."
" I'd rather have honey" Tommy
said.
" And gooseberries and dolls," added
little Dorothy.
But when the deacon sat alone by his
hearth-stone, that evening, his sis
ter, Miss Mo-hula Ann Grinders ex
pressed herself on the subject with great
plainness and perspicacity.
" If you've really made up rour mind
to marry again Joshua" said she.
' I think It would add to my domestic
felicty," said the deacon, serenely.
'In that case," said Miss Mahala
Ann, " I do hope you'll make a sensible
choice, and not allow yourself to be im
posed upon by a pock of selfish widows
and scheming old maids."
"Bister," said the deacon, mildly,
you ure severe.'' .
" No, I ain't," said Miss Mahala Ann.
If you wasn't well to do In the world,
and hadn't a nice house and barn, and a
farm, and money at Interest, they
wouldn't none of them, look twice nt
you."
" Do you think so V" said the deacon ;
and lie pondered the question long and
earnestly In his own mind. " Upon the
whole." said he.bringing down hispnlm
upon the table, " I ain't sorry that those
Investments of mine In the Mariposa
Pilver Mining Company have proved a
failure."
" What do you mean 5"' asked Miss
Mahala Ann, curiously eyeing him over
the top of her spectacles.
But the Deacon only shook bis head
and smiled.
' Time will show," said he, " time
will show."
The news that Dfneon Grinder was
wrecked in Mariposa Silver Mining
stock flew like wildfire through the
peaceful community at Fltchville Four
Corners.
' Well, said Miss Hillena Peck, " I'm
beat!"
11 He never had no judgment in mon
ey matters," said the widow Clapp.
"I've thought all along that he was
living too fast," said Barbara Bowyer.
" Those poor little children what is
to become of them '"' said Naomi Poole,
wistfully.
The next day the deacon made his ap
pearance at Miss Peck's homestead, pale
and rather shabby, with a child in each
hand, and one following him.
" Miss Peek," said he, "I suppose you
have heard the news 'i"'
" Yes," said Miss Peck, looking vine
gar and tack nails. " If it's your fail
ure as you mean V
11 1 think of going to California," sold
the deacon, "to see what I can do, and
If, in the meantime, you could be in
duced to give my children a home"
" Oh, dear, no !" said Miss Peck. " I
never could get along with a pack of
chlfdren ! I dare say you could find
some half orphan asylum, or place of
that sort, by inquiring around a lit
tle."
Miss Peck sat so very upright, and
glared so frightfully out of her light blue
eyes at the deacon, that he was fain to
beat as rapid a retreat as possible.
He knocked next at the widow Clapp'a
door. A slip shod servant maid opened
it.
" Is Mrs. Clapp at home " asked the
deacon.
A head was thrust over the stair rail
ing and the widow's shrill voice orled
out :
" Is that Joslah Grinder, with bis
swarm o' young ones? Tell him I'm
particular engaged. Do you hear, Betsy '
particular."
Miss Barbara Bowyer was arranging
trimmed hats and rolls of bright color
ed ribbons In her bow window as the
deacon and bis little ones entered the
shop.
" Miss Bowyer," said tho deacon,
" you were ever a geniul and charitable
bouI. It is to you that I trust to make a
home for my motherless little ones,
while I endeavor to retrieve my fortune
iu the Far West."
" I couldn't think of such a thing 1"
said Miss Barbara, dropping a box of
artificial rose buds in her consternation.
" And I really think, Deacon Grinder,
you haven't no business to expect it of
me. It's all I can do to support my
self, let aloue a pack of unruly children.
I dare tny the poor master could do
something for 'em, or"
" 1 thank you," said the deaoon, with
dignity. " I shall trouble neither you
nor him."
" Well," said Miss Bowyer, with a
toss of her bead, " you needn't fly into
a rnge because a neighbor offers you a
bit of good advice."
But Naomi Poole ran out to the little
garden gate, as the forlorn deacon went
h.V.
" Deacon Grinder," hesitated she,
turning rose rud and white by turns,
"is this true y"
" About my Mariposa investment?
Yes."
" And that you are going to Califor
nia ?"
" I am talking of It," said the deaoon.
" Would could you let me take care
of the little ones while you are gone?"
said Naomi, tenderly drawing little Dol
ly to her side. I am very fond of
children, and I would take the best care
of them. And you have been so kind to
mother and me, Deacon Grinder, that
we should feel It a privilege to be able
to do something for you."
And poor, soft hearted little Naomi
hurt t into crying.
There was a moisture on the deacon's
eye-lashes, too.
" God bless you, Naomi!" said he.
"You are a good girl a very good
girl."
" Ain't it true ?" said Phllena Peck.
"Well," said Mrs. Mopsley, "It Is,
and It ain't. He did lose what he In
vested in the Mariposa mines, but it was
only a thousand dollars, and the rest of
his money is all tight and safe in U. S.
bonds and solid real estate."
" Bless me I" said Barbara Bowyer.
"Well, I never!" said the widow
Clapp, with a discomfited countenance.
" And," went on Mrs. Mopsley, with
evident relish in the consternation she
was causing, " they are building a new
wing to the house, and he Is to be mar
ried to Naomi Poole In the fall."
" A child like that I" said Mrs. Clapp
" With noexperience whatever P'said
Barbara Bowyer, ocornfully.
" I only hope he won't repent of his
bargain." sighed Miss Phllena Peck.
And Miss Philenu's charitable hopes
were fulfilled. The deacon never did
repent his bargain.
A Royal Detective.
REVfLLAGIGEDO was the very
hard name of a very good viceroy
of Mexico during the Spanish rule, who
displayed as much shrewdness in dis
covering crimes as Justice In dealing
with them. Altogether he was a sort
of christian Haroun Al Ruschid, who
took much pride In being a good ruler.
Ou one occasion a 'noble young lady bor
rowed a thousand dollars from her rich
uncle and gave hfm a case of valuable
jewels as security, which this amateur
pawnbroker, like a wicked uncle, swore
he never had seen, when at the end of
the allotted time she brought him back
the money and asked for the jewels.
The young lady immediately went to
the viceroy and made as long a story of
it as a young lady would be expected to
do. Bevillagigedo rebuked her severely
for making such a bargain without wit
nesses. " But he was my uncle."
" Uncle be dd," said Itevlllngigedo,
with several rarajoa and cctrambas, in
pure Castillian ; " don't you know,
Benorita, that an uncle will steal just as
well as any other man, and that a niece
cannot be as dear as diamond ?"
" No," says the young lady, beginning
to cry in the usual way.
" Does be smoke ?" asked the viceroy
in a consoling tone.
" No," said the Benorita, drying her
eyes ; " but he takes snuff."
" That's just as bad. Tell him to come
bere. No, on second thoughts, don't.
I'll send for the rascal, and you wait in
the next room till I get the jewels."
Saying which be pushed the young la
dy in one door, and sent a soldier
through another after the wicked uncle,
who presently arrived, and was de
lighted to hear from the viceroy that be
was to be consulted on matters of
State. ,
" But," says Bevillagigedo, feeling iu
bis pockets," I've forgotten my snuff
box, and I can never start on politics
except with a sneeze."
" Your excellency, do me the great
honor to take a snuff from mine," said
the uncle, bowing low and passing his
own snuff-box. '
The viceroy took it in bis band, and
bad just begun to sneeze, when it sud
denly seemed to occur to him that he
bad left his handkerchief in the next
room. So he excused himself and went
out with the snuff-box, and, giving it to
an officer, told him to take it to the un
cle's wife, and tell her frcm her bus
band by that token to send htm a case
of Jewels he had recently gotten. Sure
enough, iu half an hour the officer
brought a case of jewels, which the
Senorita gazed on with such rapture and
described with such particularity that
Bevillagigedo knew them to be hers.
So be fined the wicked uncle a thou
sand dollars for stealing and another
thousand for being found out, and sent
the young lady home so happy that she
immediately married and named a son
Bevillagigedo, which causes the difficult
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