fell .3.iArw..' . . r , ft VOL. XIU. NEW BLOOMFIELID, 1A.M TUESDAY, DECEMBER a, 1871). NO. 49. THE TIMES. in Independent Famllj Newspaper, 18 PUBLISH! D IVKIIT TUESDAY BT P. MORTIMER & CO. SUB8UH1PTION V It I V K . ' (wrrnm tub county.) On Year 11 2 81 1 Months 75 (OUT 0 THB COUHTY.) One Year. (PoitaKe Included) II PO Blx Mouths, (Postage Included) 86 Invariably In Advance I V Advertising rates furnished upon appli cation. geletSt 'Pocti'v. " GOING HOME." All day long I have labored and wrought And now my labor's done. For softly from yon radiant cloud Smiles down the setting sun. Happy, happy, happy I O, happy, happyiara 1 1 I'm going home to the sweetest eyes Benoath this evening sky I All dny In the dull, blind world of men I've tolled for love and home ; And now I'm coming to you, my dear i To rest till morning come. Gayly, gayly, gayly, O, gayly, gayly I come, For the truest heart In all the land Is waiting for me at home. Some time when labor Is done for us, And sorrow's passed away j When the eye Is dim, and sunk the cheek, And th' hair Is thin and gray Deeply, deeply, deeply ! O, deeply my dear and I Shall sleep together a dreamless sleep Beneath the evening sky. From Ballou'i Maoazike. The Battle for the Cedars. 11Y rilESSLY AV. 510IUUN. "B' lURTON !" shouted thebrakeman. A youug lady stepped off the train, on the platform, two or three trunks were thrown out from the bag. gage car, and, with a shriek, the locomo tive was away again, dragging its bur den after it. The youug lady stood for a moment looking about her, and then she walked into the ticket office. " Can you tell me how far it is from here to the residence of a gentleman by the name of De Vere V" she asked. " The place Is about half a mile dis talnt," was the courteous reply of the ticket agent. " Has Mr. De Vere been here this morning?" " I have not seen him' to-day," was the answer; "however, If he is expect ing a visitor, as I take it for granted he must be, I do not doubt but that he will be here soon." " He is expecting me," said the lady. The agent was right in his prediction. There came the roll of carriage wheels outside, and soon a gentleman strode into the office. " Miss Llndsley," he exclaimed. " Mr. De Vere," she answered. The two shook hands cordially. "I am a little late," De Vere said ; " s till, I have not kept you waiting long ; but it was a little vexatious to find no one here." "Not at all," Miss Llndsley said. "You are ready V" " Yes." Mr. De Vere escorted Miss Lindsley to his carriage, and assisted her into it. " Drive on, Dick," he cried to the color ed driver. " I will send Dick down, with a cart, for your trunks," he said to Miss Llnds ley, as he took a place beside her. A hundreds yards away, a river ran . ))arallel with the railroad. A hard, level carriage-way stretched out to this from the depot. Then there was a long bridge. Beyond it, the road again, of course. Soon they bad crossed the river. It was a beautiful ecene that was spread out to view. To the right and the left, the river wound away like a silver thread. Overhead there was a sky of unclouded blue. The wide valley was green and smiling. Orchard and field stretched away before them. Back of It, great hills were outlined against the sky. And fragrance and sweetness were borne to the senses by the summer breeze. " Victoria is well, nf pcurse," (aid Miss Llndsley as the carriage whirled along. "Victoria Is very well, Indeed," Mr. De Vere answered. "And little Miunler" " Yes." There were other commonplaces. Presently, the carriage stopped before some folding gates. The colored driver sprang from his seat, and swung them open. Then he drove up the avenue be fore the carriage, to a residence stylish and new. " Here we are," cried Mr. De Vere. ' He leaped to the ground, and assisted Miss Llndsley to alight. " Yonder comes that delightful sister of mine," he nodded. A pretty young girl rushed out from the house, with many exclamations of joy. Inside, the greetings ended, Miss Llndsley said : " Can I be shown to my room, Victo ria V I am so tired, and so dirty, and heated that I am ashamed to be seen." " I will go with you, myself, to your room," said Victoria De Vere. She led the way, Miss Llndsley follow ing. Up a flight of stairs they went, and very shortly Vietorla ushered her visi tor Into a pretty room, with green car pet, carved furniture, and picture-covered walls. "Your bedroom opens out of this," Victoria said. " I have had these apart ments furnished in a style that I thought would please you." " Thank you for your forethought and kindness," Miss Llndsley returned. " The apartments are very beautiful." And she kissed Victoria. There was a great difference between these two young girls in personal ap pearance. Miss Lindsley was tall and queeu-llke, a brunette, bright and bril liant. She was very beautiful. There was a firm setting of the sweet red lips that told a story of self-reliance. Doubt less Miss Lindsley had had need of self reliance. Any woman who marks out her own lot and position In life does. But Victoria De Vere was a falry-llke little creature, with a petite figure. She was fair, with hair like spun gold. Her eyes were blue, and her lips scarlet. She was a merry, lighi-hearted, clinging piece of humanity. One would not say of her that she was beautiful, but that she was lovely. After a few minutes' conversation, Victoria turned to go. "At what hour do you dine V" Miss Llndsley called after her. " At three," was the reply. The De Vere mansion belonged to young Robert De Vere. He possessed also quite a large estate of land,Burround ingit. The land had been purchased, the residence constructed, with money that Robert had inherited from his father. In this connection it may be stated that both the parents of the young De Veres were dead. Victoria had as much money as Robert, but it was in vested differently. She did not know how, "but Robert did." Robert had taken good care to invest it safely. Robert was still unmarried, and VIo torla, as well as another sister, much younger, and with a fortune of her own, too, resided with him ; or perhaps it might be more correctly said that they were under his care. It was two o'clock when Miss Llnds ley descended the stairs, and entered the parlor. There was no one there,and she seated herself at the piano. She ran her hands over the keys, and the chords throbbed responsive to her touch. She played a plaintive piece, simple, tender and sweet ; yet, though the piece was simple, it was evident that Miss Linds ley was more than an ordinary musi cian. But she did not stop. A waltz fol lowed, and then a difficult selection from an opera. Almost at the first, Robert De Vere had come to the door. He paused there, and listened. Presently Miss Llndsley ceased playing, and he walked to her side. " Your playing is as matchless as ever," he said. Mias Llndsley did not start,but turned with a smile ; but before she could re ply, Victoria De Vere appeared In the doorway. "Little Mln ia very anxious to see you," she said to Miss Llndsley. " Little Minnie V" cried Miss Llndsley gayly. " Why, I am equally anxious to behold her, the sweet child t Where is she V" " In the famlly-room," Victoria re plied. " The little witch has Just been asleep and her nurse la bathing her. I will have her brought in in a moment." Victoria disappeared, but returned In a short time. She was leading a little girl by the hand a pretty creature, very much like herself. The child released herself from Vic toria's grasp, and ran to Miss Llndsley, who bent over her, and kissed her many times. "Mln glad to see Miss 'In'sey," she cried. " Mln 's a great notion to cry 'cause she 's glad." But Mln did not cry. Miss Llndsley took her In her lap, and played a sehot tlsche, gay and lively, for her. " Perhaps you remember," she said, " that Mln is as fond of my playing as as" " Some other persons you could men tion," Interrupted Robert De Vere, with a laugh, as Miss Llndsley hesitated. " I remember that when you were with us last summer," said Victoria, " her chief delight was to get you at the piano." At that instant the summons for din ner sounded. "Come," said Victoria. "I dure say you are quite hungry." Robert escorted Miss Lindsley to the dining-room; Victoria took Minnie In charge. At dinner, the three young people, and the little child, sole occu pants, save the servants, of the dining hall, made a pleasant group. "Do you like the country V" Miss Llndsley asked. " Doubtless you re member that this is the first time I have beheld any of you since you moved into this great, new bouse." " To be sure we remember." Victoria answered. " We are very much pleased with the country ; but we scarcely ex pect to remain here during the entire winter. About ChriBtmas we will flee back to the City." " After dinner I must have a glimpse at the scenery of your neighborhood," said Miss Llndsley. " How Is the view from your piazza " "Very good," answered Robert De Vere. And when the meal was finished, they all went out on the piazza. " Delightful !" cried Miss Llndsley, as she viewed the scenery. " All is bright and fair." " Yonder is the Cashel property," said Victoria presently. " See, yonder is the residence, half hidden among the trees. It ia the oldest residence, and the prop erty is the best in all this country. I sometimes wish our house were more like Mr. Cashel's. Everything is so new here." Miss Lindsley had given a start, and grown pale. Robert De Vere, happen ing to turn toward her, beheld these signs. "Are you 111, Miss Lindsley 5"' he ex claimed. "Not at all," she returned, all the rich, warm color coming back to her face. Robert took up the thread of Victo ria's subject. " The Cashel estate Is a very valuable one," he said. " The present owner In herited it from Mr. Hebert Cashel, who died only two or three years ago. His father was Hebert Cashel's nephew. Curiously enough, young Cashel is the only living one of the blood. He was never In this country uutil be came here to claim the estate. His father was an artist, and resided at Florence, Italy, where he died. That's the substance of the story, as I heard it. As it has chanced, I have never beheld the pres ent owner of the estate. He doesn't seem to be very sociable." " Shall we go in V" asked Miss Llnds ley, taking Mln's hand, after a brief silence. Her request was obeyed, and they all entered the house. That night, the last words that Miss Lindsley murmured, after she had re tired to rest, and before she closed her eyes in sleep, were : " I knew that the Cashel property was in this part of Virginia ; but did not dream It was bo near here. Near Fair mont, was my understanding. Howev ever, I suppose Burton Station, being so unimportant, was unknown or for gotten. I wonder what he is like V" It la as well to state here that Mips Llndsley'a Christian name was Barbara. .j Out seaward the minute-gun of a ship in distress wag booming. A storm had come up suddenly, and clouds as black as the pall of death covered the sky. The wind shrieked and raged with ter rlflo force. The waves beat upon the beach with a sullen roar. Anon A glare of vivid lightning would cut athwart the gloom, and the thunder would crash through the heavens with a sound like the rending of a universe. Truly, it was a wild, wild night I Farmer Llndsley was sitting before a blazing Are, listening to the roar of the storm without. His wire sat close to the corner of the chimney. "It is an awful night!" she kept mut tering. Above the howllug of the wind, and the roaring of the sett, came the boom of the minute-gun of the doomed ship, heard for the first time by Farmer Lindsley. "Hark ! what was that t" he cried,as he suddenly sprang to his feet, in a list ening attitude. "I heard nothing but the storm," re plied his wife. " But I did," exclaimed Mr. Llndsley, " a signal-gun of distress from the sea. Home poor vessel Is being hastened on to lta doom." " But vessels never come ashore here," said Mrs. Lindsley. " Ay, they do," said her husband ; "rarely, however. I remember that twenty years ago, before we were mar ried, many a poor dead body was washed aBhore from a wrecked ship one night." Boom ! came from over the sea. " Ah! you heard thatVV " Yes, I heard that," answered Mrs. Lindsley, her lips white. " The vessel will go to pieces on the rocks," said Mr. Lindsley solemnly. Mrs. Llndsley wrung her -lands. " Can nothing be done to save the poor wretches on board 1"' she cried. " I fear not," answered her husband. " But get me my great-coat, and I will hasten over to Ogden's, and rouse them, to get them to go with me down to the beach. We may be able to render some aid." Mr. Lindsley was soon inside his over coat. " Build on a rousing fire, wife," he said, " for if any poor , wretch should chanced be washed ashore alive, we will have to carry him here. Oh I my lan tern.' Strange that I should nearly for get that." The lantern was lighted. Thedoor be ing opened, a fierce gust of wind swept in ; but Farmer Lindsley drew his coat about him, and went out into the storm. "Hollo!" he shouted, ten minutes later, at Ogden's door. " Hollo 1" was returned from inside the house. " Did your hear that gun 1"' "Yes." " You are going down to the beach V" " Yes," was shouted from the inside ; " we will be ready in a minute." The door of the house opened, and a man in an oiled coat peered out. " Is that you, Llndsley V" he asked. Lindsley gave an affirmative answer to the question. " The boys are lighting their lan terns," said Ogden. " Hollo ! Jack ! Tom 1" " Coming, sir," answered voices. Richard Ogden, and the stalwart young fellows, his sous, came out. They went back, for a short time,toward Farmer Lindsley's house, and then turned down the beach. Down on the shore they b topped. The wind was Bhrieking and howling as madly as ever, and they sea was like a raging monster seeking his prey. "Ugh! it's a bad night!" cried Rich ard Ogden ; " it's an awful night for those poor wretches out yonder !" " I have not heard the gun lately," Bald Lindsley. " Can she have struck already V " I think not," was the reply. To confirm Ogden's words, once more the minute gun walled out. The men strove to look out over the boiling sea ; but naught save the dense whiteness of the yeasty waves could be seen. Suddenly, a vivid flash of lightning seemed to divide the heavens in twain ; and out over the raging, foaming waters the men saw the doomed vessel, weird as a phantom ship, with the blue light of the troubled heavens gleaming upon her. "She Is very close!" cried Ogden; " Scarcely a mile away. A few momenta will tell the tale." " And we can do nothing to aid those poor wretches!" exclaimed Lindsley. "Nothing, I fear," Ogden echoed. High above the shrieking of the storm and the raging of the sea, came a crash. Then naught could be heard but the mad roaring of the elements, sounding to the thrilled and appalled men like wild shouts of triumph. ' " Heaven pity the poor drowning crea tures 1" exclaimed Llndsley. " Heaven pity them !" echoed the Og dens solemnly. Then the men did all that it was in their power to do. They separated, and walked up and down the shore, watch ing and listening. " What little effort we can make seems vain," said Llndsly to himself. But it was not to be so. Scarcely had he muttered those words when there was cast up at his feet a human figure. Llndsley stooped quickly, and clasping it in his arms lifted it away from the cru el waves. He placed it on a rock, and then bent over it with his lantern. A woman's face, white and ghastly in the reflected light, met his gaze. He reached down bis hand and put it over her heart. It was perfectly still. He was astonished by hearing a pitiful wail. Certainly ,a dead woman could not give forth a sound like that ! Lindsley felt about the woman's fig ure. He then discovered whence theory proceeded. Clasped close to the right side of the woman, was a little babe. " Jack Ogden ! Hollo I Jack !" Linda ley called. In response, Jack came. " Here Is a woman, and child," Far mer Lindsley said. " The woman Is dead, I believe; but the child yet lives. You and I will carry them to my house." The other two Ogdens came up and saw in a moment bow matters were.' " Ogden, you and Tom can stay here and watch," Llndsley said, " while Jack and I are gone to the house." Then the child was released from the cloge-presslng arms of the woman. Llndsley led the way with Lis lantern, holding the child close to bis breast. Jack Ogden lifted the woman in his arms and followed after. They reached Linds ley's house and entered. " Lord pity !" cried Mrs. Lindsley ; " what have you here V For an answer, Jack Ogden laid the dead form that be held before the blaz ing fire, and Farmer Lindsley placed the babe in his wife's arms. "It lives," he said. "Wrap it in something warm. Mrs. Lindsley obeyed. The child's wails gave evidence that its hold on life was strong. Attention was given to the woman. But no effort could give back the breath of life to her form. The mother was dead the child living for she was its mother. Evidently, she had been young and very beautiful. Her clothing was of fine texture. Doubtless she bad belonged to a wealthy and refin ed family. It mattered little now. The immortal spark had fled the tenement of clay. The ways of Providence are mys terious, past finding out The cruel ocean had stolen away the mother's life, and left her helpless babe alive. When the morning dawned, the storm had stilled to quietness. Thesunroseln golden splendor. The ocean was as calm as though it had never hungered to swallow up the human freight of ships. The Ogdens and Llndsleys had watch ed all night. Several dead bodies had been washed ashore ; and, besides the babe, one other that contained life. That other was a youth, a sailor. Judging from appearances, he was about twenty five years of age. Of all on board of the ill-fated vessel, but two had been spared. The young sailor remained with the Ogdens for a few days. ' His name was George Gorman. Farmer. Llndsley in terrogated him about the woman and the bade. "I suppose they are mother and child he said. To be Continued.
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