'2 THE TIMES, NEW BLOOM FIELD, PA. DECEMUEKjO, 1871). The Battle for the Cedars. ltY l'KESHLY W. MOIUltS. CONTINUED. YKs.'rllEY ARE," answered the I Oermnn pityingly. "Poor young woman I Her husband put heron board at Liverpool, t think her destination was Baltimore. That is about all I can tell you." " Her husband's name was" " Cnshel. Mrs. Cashel was very much liked by all of us poor devils of sailors. 1 will never forget her, poor thing I She was a lady, aud kind and gentle as an angel." That was all the sailor knew. That the woman's name was Cashel, was sure, for she had proofs enough about her clothing to establish her Identity. It was likewise with the infant's cloth- And what could Farmer Llndsley do about the child V lie could think of but one thing. That was to keep it. He could not search over two continents for Us relatives. So it came about that the Llndsleys adopted as their own the little waif that had been sent to them by the ocean. It was a day In summer. Richard Og tlen was walking slowly over toward the Llndsley farm-house. He was accom panled by his wife. Their faces were sad, for Farmer Llndsley was lying in his house, pale aud still. The baud of death had fallen upon him. It was ten years after the wrecking of the ship upon the coast. Richard Ogden and ills wife reached their destination. Entering the house of death they found there quite a collec tion of the rude people of the coast, among their own sons. A hymn was sung, a prayer uttered, aud then James Llndsley was carried out into the orchard, and laid to rest by another grave. The other grave was that of his wife, .who bad died nearly a year previous to this time. The clods were heaped on James Llndsley's coffln,and then the little pro cession returned to the house. Many tears had been shed, for the kind hearted farmer was beloved by every one that knew him. But the bitterest mourner was a little girl rather more than ten years of age. She wept plte ouBly over the coffin, and clinging to Richard Ogden and his wife after all was over, continued to sob pitifully. ' fli wliof. mvi T alia firtod after they had reached the house. "Poor papa has left me alone 1" " Babara, you are not left alonej" whis pered Mrs. Ogden soothingly, bending over the girl. "Dear chlld,you are to go home with me, and I will take care of you." Barbara was comforted in some de gree, for she loved Mrs. Ogden dearly. However,she could not entirely restrain her grief for the death of her " dear papa." The assemblage dispersed, and Rich ard Ogden carried the still sobbing child to his house. But the grief of childhood does not en dure forever, and in the course of a few days Barbara was running about the residence of the Ogdens, bright and smiling, an occasional shadow falling on her face, however, when she remem bered the death of her " dear papa" Lindsley. She was a pretty child, with a slender and graceful form, and dark hair and eyes a sweet little girl, who gave prom ise of a glorious womanhood. Need It be stated that she was the little babe grown taller, who had been saved from the wreck on that Btormy night of a little more than ten years previous V She was the same, and from that hour till the hour of his death James Linda ley had been a father to her. One evening, a week after the funeral, Richard Ogden was seated In front of his house. The glories of the dying day were shining over land and sea. He could behold the ocean spread out calm aud peaceful. Sea-birds winged their flight over the quiet waters. Banks of golden-hued clouds were piled up in the horizon, and the sails of a distant vessel were faintly outlined to view. Barbara Llndsley came up the path that led toward the sea. She was about to enter the house when Richard Og. den called ber. " Barbara," he said. , The little' girl walked to his side and stood, waiting for him to proceed. " Barbara, the will of your papa Lindsley has been read," Richard Og den continued kindly, " and gives bis property to you, appointing me his ex ecutor." Barbara was wise beyond her years, so she comprehended at least, all but the lost word ; and she guessed pretty well what that meant, from the others, Her face flushed and her eyes filled with tears. " As I am not his own little girl, he was very kind," she murmured. Richard Ogden stroked her hair. " What would my little girl wish done with her property Y" he asked gravely. "Is there very much?" asked Bar bara hesitatingly. "Not a very great deal," Mr. Ogden replied. "I suppose five or six thou sand dollars may be realized from it. Does that seem like a great amount to your"' 4 Yes, sir," Barbara murmured. " Mr. Ogden" The child stopped. " Well, my dear V" " If I could go to some school where I could learn a great deal, I would like it very much. Can I T' Rlclfard Ogden was a plain, practical, far-seeing man. He was not highly ed ucated, but his common sense had caus ed him to see that Barbara was no com mon child, and the very thought that this would be her choice had prompted him to consult her. If he had held council with his neighbors, most, or perhaps all, would have advised him to save the child's money, and let her take her chance for obtaining knowledge with the rest of the children along the coast ; a slim enough one was that, in deed 1 But Mr. Ogden saw matters in a dif ferent light. " I think you can go, my child," he said, in answer to the question Barbara had asked. He entered the house, leaving her out side. He found his wife, and told her the child's choice. "Certainly, she shall be sent to school," cried Mrs. Ogden. " Richard, rude people that we are, what little we know lifts us higher. But Barbara is purer and finer than common people. I believe that her parents were wealthy and aristocratic, and some day her rela tives may find her out. Give her an ed ucation so as . to enable her to fill any station in life that may be hers. My idea is romantic, but neither absurd nor unlikely." "No, not unlikely," said Richard Ogden gravely. " But, wife, if the girl is given a chance, she will make her way in the world, herself, I am satis fied." " Ay," exclaimed Mrs. Ogden. " It would be like shutting my birds away from the sunshine to keep her in igno rance, with no better chance than she will have here." Richard Ogden returned to Barbara. " My dear," he said, " you are to have as good an education as any school In the land will afford." So Barbara was sent away to a famous school in a distant city. Honest, practical Richard Ogden man aged to make the income from Barbara's money sufficient to support her, bo that the principal was not troubled. And the years sped on. In the library, by a quaintly carved table, sat the master of The Cedars. He was busily engaged in writing. In a certain sense the man was hand some ; but, to the student of human na ture, the face waB not an attractive one. Cruel lines were there, and at times something about the tbln red Hps and white teeth suggested the cruelty of a tiger. The master of The Cedars was proud and hanghty. He had the manners of a gentleman, and was alvyays elegantly dressed. Doubtless he had seen much of the world. Most people would feel themselves honored by his acquaintance. His white hand was moving rapidly over the smooth Burface of the paper, when a negro servant appeared bowing and showing his' teeth in a grin. " What is wanted V" asked the mas ter of The Cedars, pausing from bis writing. The servant reached out a card. "Gentleman's at de door,Massa Cashel, and him wants to see you." The master of The Cedars laid down his pen. " Show the man in," he said. The servant turned away. In a short time he returned, ushering in a gentle. man in neat apparel, with shining gold spectacles on his forehead. "Are you Mr. Lionel Cashel?" he asked of the master of The Cedars, " I am," was the reply. " Be seated, sir." " Thank you. My name is Wylie, as you doubtless perceived by my card, of the firm of Wylle & Oldham, attorneys at law, Baltimore." The lawyer's manner was straightfor ward and business-like. The master of The Cedars looked him In the faoe, pal ing just a little. " I presume you have business with me, Mr. "Wylle," he said. " If so, pro ceed." The lawyer hesitated a little. Proba bly he was slightly embarrassed, man of the world though he was. Ills mis' slon was rather an unusual and peculiar one that of coolly demanding the splendid estate known as The Cedars, to gether with all other hereditaments. real, as well as personal property, that had belonged to the deceased Herbert Cashel. " Ahem 1" coughed the lawyer. "My business Is somewhat unpleasant, Mr. Cashel. But my duty is plain and un avoidable. You Inherited The Cedars, sir, as you believe, from Herbert Cashel, lately deceased." " I did." " You are his grand-nephew V" " I am," returned the master of The Cedars coldly. The color had returned to his face. " Permit nie to ask" "Are you aware," interrupted the lawyer, " that Herbert Cashel had a daughter V and that that daughter is still living V" " Slrl" exclaimed the master of The Cellars, springing to his feet. ' That Mr. Cashel, lately deceased.had a daughter," said Mr. Wylle, quietly, and that daughter Is still alive." The lawyer was speaking very courte ously. But the efl'ect of his words on the master of The Cedars was marked. He lifted his hand and ran It nervously through his dark hair. The tiger-like gleam of his teeth became apparent. " I believe that is false," he cried in blind rage ; " false as Satan's heart I Hear me, sir ! No rascally attempt to blackmail me will succeed 1" The lawyer Bat perfectly quiet. "Pray, me calm, Mr. Cashel," he said. "I assure you this no attempt to blackmail you." With an effort the master of The Ce dars restrained his anger. "I believe it is." he muttered, sink ing back in his seat. There was a change in him ; instead of being crimson, his face grew very pale. "Go on, for I presume you have not finished," he said with a sneer. "What does the heiress of Herbert Cashel de mand V" " The heiress of Herbert Cashel," said Mr. Wylle, still as calm and courte ous as ever, "desires to know whether or not you will surrender the estate that you hold, if she produces indisputable proofs of her rights. Will you V" "Proofs I what are the proofs?" said the master of The Cedars. But the attorney was too cunning to so soon show to his opponent the hand he held. A scarcely observable smile flitted across his face. He had been studying the features of the man before him, and had arrived at the conclusion that he was unprincipled. He felt be forehand that the request of the heiress of Herbert Cashel would not be answer ed favorably. " You answer my question, Mr. Cash el, by asking another," he said, with the first show of impatience or anger he had made. " The question was simple and easily answered by an honest man. Will the distant relative himself sur render to the daughter her property, upon the production of conclusive proofs that she is what she claims to be V" The anger of the master of The Cedars flamed out again. "A thousand devils 1" he cried. "I will pledge myself to nothing. Is that sufficient t It it is, I wish you a very good-day." " Before I go," said Mr. Wylle, " I wish to state that a court of law will speedily determine this matter. I can say that I believe Miss Cashel would have been generous to the relative who would surrender to her her just rights. Hut to the man who pro. poBes to keep her out of them, I promise nothing. And I say this, feeling that he has already been too defiant to hope for aught." " Go to your courts of law I" cried the master of The Cedars mockingly. "You will find that I have possession, and I will battle with you to the last! If I do not prove that your client is an im postor, then condemn me for a fool!" "With a slight bow, Mr. Wylle turned from the library. The master of The Cedars, when iie was left alone, bowed his face upon his hand, and held it there long. He lifted it presently, his eyes blazing with evil passions. "Curse me if I do not give them trouble ere they dispossess me here I" be muttered. " They will find that they are fighting neither a child nor idiot. They will have something of which to boast when they conquer me." He reached out his hand, and pulled the bell-cord. The same negro servant that ushered in Mr. Wylle appeared. " Bring me a bottle of wine," said the master of The Cedars. When the wine was brought, be dis missed the servant, and, pouring out a glass of wine, swallowed it in a draught "That story disturbs me, after all," be continued to soliloquize. He was calmer thau be had been. " It would be terrible to have to surrender my life of ease, and be cast upon my oars again." Draught after draught of wine be drank. Presently the man . seized bis pen, and rapidly dashed off a few lines, " I will have Evans down, and con sult him, at any rate," he muttered. He enclosed in an envelope what he bad written, and addressed it to AllTIIVll Evans, Hho,., Attorney at Law, Faiiimotjnt, Va, Then he rang the bell once more. When bis servant bad responded to his ring, he said : " Hant, have Trlnce saddled,- and re turn immediately to me." . "fTrlnce am saddled, sob," said Bant, returning after an absceneof five min utes' duration. " Take this letler," said the master of The Cedars, " and ride to Falrmount with It. Deliver It to the hiwyer.K vans. You know him V" "Yes, sah." " Now 1 off; and hasten." A few hours later, Mr. Arthur Evans, attorney at law, was in the presence of the Impatient master of The Cedars. It Is not necessary to further describe htm than to say that he was smooth and cunning by no means a fool and bis rascality bad been of that kind upon which the law could not secure a hold sufficient to give him any trouble. " I received your summons," be said to the master of The Cedars, " and came immediately." There was a silence. Mr. Arthur Evans was content to await the pleasure of his rich client. " Evans," burst out that gentleman presently, "a Baltimore lawyer has waited on me, and coolly me that The Cedar? does not belong to me." "The devil 1" cried Mr. Arthur Evans, in astonishment. " Then to whom does be say the estate belongs V" " That astute legal gentleman claimed that It belongs to a daughter of my un cle, 1119 late Herbert Cashel." " Singular that nothing has ever been heard of this daughter till this time," exclaimed Evans mockingly. " Where has she been hiding, that nothing has been known of her existence V" " I know nothing of her," was the reply. " The Impudent scamp of a law yer made me angry, and I terminated the interview as soon as possible. The whole affair is no doubt a base plot ; still it may give me trouble." The eyes of Mr. Arthur Evans, attor ney at law, shone with a little added light. Of course be wished the great master of The Cedars, bis best client, no harm ; but the prospect of a great law suit was cheering. Perhaps he might render some peculiarly Important ser vice, that, not quite exposing himself to the vengeance of the law, might bring him great reward. The Cedars in litiga tion, and he in the confidence of the de fendant in the easel Surely the pros pect was cheering ! "What was the lawyer's name'i"' asked Evans. " Wylie." "Of the firm of Wylie & Oldham '(" "Yes." Mr. Arthur Evans bad started slight ly at mention of the name. Now his countenance fell. " I know something of Wylie," he said, "and" He paused. "Go on, Evans," cried the master of The Cedars impatiently. " I do not believe Wylle would take the case unless he thought there was something in it," said Evans slowly. The matter was easily balanced in the mind of Mr. Arthur Evans. The pros pect of litigation about The Cedars, and, by the aid of a little sharp practice, win ning the case in the end, was pleasant. But the having opposed to him a tal ented aud an honest lawyer, who would sift alf rascality to the bottom, and who would not have taken the case had it been a bad one, was another matter. And, as Evans had hinted, the very fact that Mr. Wylie, of the firm of Wylle & 01dham,bad taken the matter in band augured unfavorably. The master of The Cedars turned toward Evans. "Do you wish to conspire against me, too? " he cried angrily. Mr. Arthur Evans raised bis hand with a deprecatory gesture. " By no means," be exclaimed. After a moment's pause, the attorney continued : ' Did Wylle give you any hint as to the proof that could be produced of the claimant's identity V" " No. He stated merely that it is In disputable." Evans - rose, and began to pace the floor. Presently be paused before bis client. "The estate that the late Herbert Cashel left," he uttered deliberately, "is. as you very well know, immense. Di vided, it would make two very large for tunes. Mr. Cashel, I advise you to ex amine the proofs ; and if the new claim. ant has any claim, as I fear she has, buy tier on." "Bv the Imps of Satan !" cried the master of The Cedars fiercely, " I will consent to no compromise." " Doubtless you could still retain The Cedars." said Evans smoothly. "Of course she can have no atl'ectlon for the place as her home, and stocks and bonds will dououess satisfy ner. wnaiuoyou say r o De continued. couair 8Y1WP! 50 Years Before the Public ! VrnnnnnoeA liv n1t tn t. tl mmi tii - J mun. I ICHBHD, and efficacious remedy now In use, for the pnm nf (Inticrha ' '.,1 .1 - fin,.. II Tickling sensation of tbe Throat, Whooping v'"i"f cm. u.cr m numon Domes sola wuuin toe last low years. It gives relief Wherever uanit. and haa tlia nnwBfln Uu benefit that cannot be had from the cough mixtures now in nse. ooia Dy all Druggists at 85 cents per bottle. SELLERS' LIVER FILLS re also highly recommended for curing liver uumpimiii, constipation, sk'K-Headaches, rarer and ague, and all diseases of the stomach and liver. Boldjby all by all Druggists at 85 cents per box. 40 jy R. E. BELLERS A CO., Pittsburg, Pa. J. M. Girtis. 3, u. GlRVlN J.M. GIRVIN & SON., FLOUR, GRAIN, SEED d PRODUCE Commission Merchants, No. 64 Nonth fe'ay, 8k, BALTIMORE, MD. We will nav strict attention tn tii mi. f an kinds of Country Produce and remit the amounts promptly. 45 lyr. J. M GIRVIN A BON. jyjUSSER & ALLEN CENTRAL STORE NEWPORT, PENN'A. Mow offer the public A HARE AND ELEGANT ASSORTMENT 0 DRESS GOODS Consisting sf all shades suitable for the season BLACK ALPACCAS AND Mourning Goods A SPECIALITY. BLEACHED AND UNBLEACHED MUSLINS, AT VARIOUS PRICES. " AN ENDLESS SELECTION OF PRINTS! We sell aud do keep a good quality of SUGARS, COFFEES & SYRUPS And everything under the bead of GROCERIES ! Machine needles and oil fur all makes o( Machines. To be convinced that our goods are CHEAP AS THE CHEAPEST, IS TO CALL AND EXAMINE STOCK. ' " No trouble to show goods. Don't forget the CENTRAL STORE, Newport, Perry County, Pa. DRUGS. DRUGS. JACOB STRICKLER, (Successor to Dr. M. B. Strlckler) PHARMACIST, NEW BL00MFIELD, PENN'A. HAVING succeeded the late firm of Dr. M. B. Strlekler In the Drug Business at his Store room, on MAIN STREET, two doors Ea.it of the Big Spring, I will endeavor to make It In every way worthy the patronage of the public. Personal and strict attention AT ALL TTMES given to tbe compounding and dispensing Physi cians' presclptlons. so as to Insure accuracy and guard against accidents. BEAR IX that my stock has been recently selected and ear taken to have everything of the HKrtT QUALI TY. The public may rest assured that ALL med icines trial leave my store shall be as represented PURE and UNADULTERATED. I HATE COXSTASTLY OS HASD HAIR OIL and POMADES HAIR, TOOTH and NAIL-BRUSHES. bUROKONS. TOILET. and carriage 8posgkh, puff boxes, toilet powders. CASTILE and FANCY BOAT S. PERFUMERY OF ALL KINDS, Together with Fresh and Genuine Patent Medi cines of every description. ALSO, Segars, Tobacco, School Books, &c. ORANGES, LEMON3 & BANANAS, In season. Pure Wines and Liquors for Medicinal 1 Purposes. Terma, Strictly Cimli. By strict attention to business, I hope to merit tha confidence and favor of the public. JACOB STRICKLER, Ph. G. April 29, 1879.
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers