THE TIMES, NEW 11L00MFIEL1), PA. MAltCH 2. 1880. The Battle for the Cedars, BY rilKHMLY W. MOHltlfl. CONCI.VHKII. VALASQUEZ sprang to his feet, and shook his manacled hauda In her ftce. Do your worst, devil," he cried : " I defy you, I defy you." The woman firan back from him, her breast heaving, her breath coming la quick gasps, her eyeB flashing out flauie. "Ha, ha!" she laughed Mindly, "you dream not of the sweet vengeance lllolsa, dead Elolaa, Is to have, villain 1 Your defiance shall be turned to ter Kir." Hhe turned toward the doorway. ' Come, OlorKlo, good Ulorglol" oiled fthe. Iustanlly a giant form rushed lu, beat ing the air wildly with hi long arms. He grinned and gibbered hideously, liking as terrible as the Inhabitants of the regions of despair might. " Ilevenge, Giorgio 1 revenge !" cried the woman. With a loud cry, the idiot, Giorgio, (.piling towards Valiisquez. The detec tive leaped forward with his revolver but he was hurled violently to the floor, where he lay bleeding and half sense loss. The woman snatched' the pistol from his gracp and stood over his pros trate form. At the rlrst sight of the id lot, Barbara, whose nerves were already weakened, gave a wild scream and faint ed dead away. "Ilevenge, Giorgio! revenge!" the woman repeated. The Idiot seized Vrtlasiie7, and held him firmly in his grasp. The villian's defiant manner vanished, and he stood terror-stricken, paralyzed with fright, rot able to struggle even, while the hot breath of the terrible creature, in whose power he was, fanned his cheek. "Mercy! mercy I have mercy!" he " 'leaded. " You might us well ask mercy of the tigress whose young you had slain, as to ssk it of F.loina's mother," so roamed the woman. ''Monster! when did you t'ver show mercy ? When did you spare jouth, or beuuty, or gentleness, or inno cence, or love ? Never ! Demon ! no power can Bnve you 1 You must, and (.hall die!" There was one moment of dread, aw ful Biieuce. " Blood, Giorgio I blood!" Those words were the signal of doom. With exclamation of delight, the idiot struck terrific blows on the face and head and body of Velasquez, who shrieked in pain and terror. It was a wild aud bloody scene. "To the death, Giorgio 1 to the death,' cries Signora Foscarl presently. . The Idiot hurled Valasquez' to the floor, and locked his long fingers about his throat. There was a brief struggle, and then all cries ceased. Henri Valasquez, false master of The Cedars had met his doom. " Eloisa, sweet Klolsa,', sounded la a wild, mournful wail, through the mid night stillness of the stone mansion, " sleeping beneath the skies of your sun ny Bouth, you are avenged." . When Victor and his companion re turned to the library, they found Bar bara Lindsley lying on the floor, still in a dead swoon, while the detective who had remalued wus sitting in a chair weak and shuddering. Valasquez was stretched iu the middle of the apartment, utterly lifeless, and battered and bruised out of all semblance to humanity. The detective pointed to the bloody form and said, " Justice has been meted out speedi ly." And he briefly described the wild scene that had just occured, while Vic tor lifted Barbara iu his arms, thankful that a blessed unconsciousness had come toher. Victor carried Barbara to the carriage ia which he and the detectives had come from Fairmount, aud when she revived kho wag on her way to the De Vere res idence. - : Elolsa's mother, aud the idiot, Giorgio had disappeared. They were never seen again in the neighborhood of The Ce dars, and nevermore was aught heard of them. Barbarba Lindsley and Victor were in the parlor at the De Vere mansion. No one else was present. Barbara was still somewhat pale, but the scene through which she had passed would work her no particular harm. She could smile and be happy, for she had been spared to life and love, and, further, the blow she had given Varcor the slave, had not slain hifci, for, though he was severely wounded, he would re cover. And Victor had just said, " Dear Barbara, you bade me hope 1 Tell me, do you love me H" He was sitting on a sofa by her ilde. Rhe turned toward him, blushing. " How could It be otherwise ?" she murmured. " You are my hero, my knight, always at hand In my time of need, my good Kir Lancelot! Yes, I love you!" Then they sat In silence for many hap py minutes. Victor spoke at length. " As you can guess, Barbara, from what I have Bald before, I have a reve lation to make. My story is as strange as any romance ever written. Excuse my absence for a moment." Victor Btepped from the apartment. He was gone for a minute, and then Barbara, Bitting with bowed head, heard a step and raised her eyes. A tall figure with handsome face, and the frank eyes of Victor, stood before her. But could It be Victory The Vic tor that Barbara knew was the possess or of a long red beard, hut this face had no such appendage. "Mr. Victor 1" Barbara exclaimed half doubtiugly. " Yes, It is he whom you have known as Victor," said the happy voice of the man. " But that Is not all. I have at last a right to claim my own full, true name. It is Lionel Victor Cashel, and the man who was your foe as well as mine has wronged me out of it for years. Twice he tried to slay me, but each time I escaped as by a miracle." Then Lionel Cashel told the surprised girl the story of his life. She was aston ished, but made double happy by the realization that her hero was the true master of The Cedars. Here she could behold an end to all the dreadful litiga tion about the possessions. " But, dear Barbara," Lionel conclud ed, "after all, the estate that Henri Valasquez held for so long Is not mine. There is a claimant that has a better right to it than I, as I truly believe. She is as I cannot doubt, the daughter of the deceased Herbert Cashel, while I am only his grand-nephew. Doubtless you haVe heard of the suit of Cashel va. Cashel?" " Yes, I have heard of It !" said Bur bara with a smile. Then she rose and placed her hands on Lionel's Bhoulders with her face close to his. " I, too, have a revelation to make," she whispered Boftly. " What is it, darling?" " I am the claimant to The Cedars, the daughter of Herbert Cashel." "You!" "Yes, I!" Lionel kissed the beautiful face so close to his. "It is the providence of Heaven," he said solemnly. At that instant a tread sounded in the hall. In a moment Robert De Vere entered. He had just returned from Baltimore. It took him some time to recognize Victor, as he still knew Lio nel. But he did presently, and reached out both his hands, one to Barbara and one to Lionel. " Thank God !" he uttered reverently. Of course he had previously heard of the tragedy at The Cedars, and the res cue of Barbara, for the whole country was ringing with the news. Barbara and Lionel had Victoria Sher wood summoned before they told their strange histories. Then they narrated all, not forgetting to tell how the battle for The Cedare would end forever. Vic toria, Vincent, Robert, all, were greatly surprised. Victoria shed some happy tears, and the two young men sympa thized deeply. When the narratives were ended Rob ert rose, and taking Barbara Llndsley's hand, placed it in Lionel Cashel's. " She is my other sister," he said ; "take her, and may heaven's richest blessing rest upon you." It wag monthi after the scene we last described, when Mr. and Mrs. Cashel, searching through some papers in the library at The Cedars, found Herbert Cashel's will. They read it over to gether. - "Poor, dear, papal" murmured Bar bara, when they had finished It; "he never dreamed that I was saved." " No," answered Lionel dreamily, his thoughts seemingly far away. There was a silence. " Had I not known you and loved you, Barbara, my wife," said Lionel presently, breaking the silence, "I would never have taken The Cedars, even with this will in my favor to install me, for I should have felt that it would be wrong ing the daughter of the dead master out of her inheritance, a wrong that I should have realized that he had never intended should be wrought.." Barbara kissed him. " I know you would not have taken it." she cried. " You are too noble, my prince of generosity, my hero, my good Sir Lancelot!" CrWe have not yet heard of a case of colds, coughs, throat or chest complaint, that baa not yielded to " Dr Sellers' i Cough Syrup." How Mike Cured Hit Pig. MIKE FAGAN has a little patch of ground behind his house, where he supports a few ducks and chickens ; and the freshest eggs In, the neighborhood can always be found on his premises; for he never allows himself to be pos sessed of more than a single dozen at a time. In addition to his stock of poultry, Mike purchased this summer a young pig, which, after four months' petting and nursing, he prided himself upon exhibiting It to his friends and acquaint ances as the " swaltest crathur in the world." But Mike's pig took sick lately and from his coughing and sneezing symptoms, It wus certainly evident that he had contracted a Lad cold. Close by the residence of this 1 Iberian there dwells the village physician a kind hearted man and-very skillful whose practice Is none of the largest. As he came from his house, a few morn ings since, Mike stood at his gate, ruminating upon the chances In favor of his favorite young porker; and, ob serving the doctor, hailed him: "The top o' the morula' to ye, docthur." " Ah ! Mike, how are you ?" " It's very well I am uieself, docthur ; but perhaps yel' be lellin' a poor man wot he'll be doln' for the pig, sure?" " Pig I" exclaimed the doctor, with a smile, "What pig? and what's the matter with him?" " Shure he's very bad Indade, so he is. A cowld, docthur. Bnazln' and barkln' the head oft' him a'most, and I'd like to know what I'll be doln' with him ?' " Well, really, Mike, I can't say. I'm not a pig doctor at any rate." " It's meself as could say that sure. But s'poBin' It were a baby instead the Bweet crather wot wud 1 be doln' wuth him for the cold he has V" " Well," continued the doctor, consid erately, "If it were a child, Mike, per haps I should recommend a mustard plaster for his back, and that his feet be placed in hot water." " It's much obleeged to you, docthur, I am," responded Mike, as the physician passed along; and he entered his dom icile. "Biddy!" he added, addressing his good woman, " we'll cure the pig, so we will." And in a little while the struggling porker was enveloped iu a strong mustard poultice, from his ears to his tall. Notwithstanding his struggles and his squealing and torture from the action of the unyielding plaster, a tub of almost boiling water was prepared, and into it poor piggy was soused above the knees. The result may be easily con ceived. Next morning, bright and early , Mike stood at bis gate once more, awaiting the coming of the doctor, who soon made his appearance, as usual. "Good morning, Mike; how's the pig?" "O, be gorrah, docthur! It was mighty oncivil on ye to be traitln' a neighbor that way, so it was." " Why, what has happened, Mike?" . " Happened is it! I put the powltis on the pig, bo I did an, he squalled bloody murther, to be sure; an' the wull came off his back 1" "What?" " An' thin I put the swalt balst's feet into the hot wather, as ye bid roe do, an' bejabers, in Jive minia (he hoofs dropped off o1 him entirely, too, bo they did 1" Hunted by a Fortune. ABOUT three years ago, says a Eure ka (Nev.) paper, a band of horses from Iowa arrived in town, driven by the owner and several herders. Among the latter was a boy about seventeen years of age, a bright youth, who had been picked up in Omaha, a waif, drift ing as Impulse and opportunity Impelled him. At this point he quarrelled with his boss and left his employ. He had been working for bis board, and there were no settlements to make, and he found himself adrift among strangers without a cent to his name. For a year or more he led a rough life, loafing around the saloons, picking up a sub sistence as best be could, and a good portion of the time depending upon the restaurant swill-barrels for bis meals, disputing with 'the Chinese slop-man and the Shoshone for the choice scraps that found their way to those recep tacles. About eighteen months ago Messrs. Ford & Hathaway noticed the boy, took pity on his forlorn condition, and sent him out to their ranch, where be baa since been employed in doing chores and making himself useful. In the mean time an uncle of the youth, a wealthy old bachelor, bad died, and left him property valued at $50,000. This was situated at his old home, in Illinois, and of course the youngster's whereabouts was an object of iuterest. Advertise ments were inserted in the leading papers of the East, but six months pass ed away and no tidings came. . Finally information was bad of bis leaving Oma ha With a band of horses, end the next step was to trace out the owner of the herd. It took three months to locate htm and find that he had left the youth at Eureka. Instead of appealing to the newspapers with the customary " In for. mation Wanted," a month more was consumed looking for him, when he was at lat traoed to Ford tt Hatha way 's ranch, and the long search ended. There was no question as to his Identity, nor any dispute as to his being the heir to the property. At the request of the administrator to the estate, Mr. Ford bought the boy a ticket to Chicago, fur nished htm with an outfit of clothes, etc., and a short time ago started him for his home and fortune. We are pleased to state that there were no legal quibbles Intervening to prevent bis taking Immediate possession, and be is now enjoying his good luck, and doubt less contrasts bis present state with his condition two years ago, when the swill-barrels of Eureka were his main dependence for a living. Puzzled Cuttom House Officer!.. SOME forty years ago, the Governor Endlcot arrived at Halem, Massa chusetts, from India, and there landed several missionaries, who departed at once for Boston to report their arrival to the Missionary Board, leaving their belongings at the Lafayette Hotel. There they attracted the attention of a custom house clerk, who, noting the presence of a cask, suspected an evasion of duty, aud reported the matter to General Mil ler, the collector of customs. That official at once ordered baggage and cask to be sent to the custom-house for exam ination, and requested that the men would give him a call as soon as they returned to Salem. The suspicious cask was taken to the custom-house yard, the bung knocked out, a proof glass Inserted to find out what kind of liquor was Inside, in order to fix the duty on it. They all tasted collector, deputy collector, naval officer, inspector, clerk, and a tribe of hangers on. They drank It neat, they drank it with water, with sugar, with biscuits, with cheese, but could not agree what kind of liquor It was. Bets were made ; and it was final ly agreed to leave the knotty question to be decided by two absent Inspectors Captain Bill L and Captain Steve It . At last they came. They tasted. Captain L said that he would stake his reputation that it was old London Dock brandy, vowing " he had not tasted such liquor since General Crown ingshield launched Cleopatra's barge in 1818." Captain It declined " to put a name to it ;" he said It had a flavor different from any liquor with wheh he was acquainted. The next day the missionaries arrived at the custom-house, to have their hag gage passed, all save the cask of liquor. " That must pay duty," said the Gener al. " Would they inform him what spirits the cask contained ?" The amused missionaries complied by telling him that when they left India they brought with them a pet orang-outang, which dying after thirty days experience of sea life, had been put in a cask of rum for preservation. An explanation accounting for the peculiar flavor that had puzzled so many experienced tasters. The Philosopher's Stone. The eccentric but brilliant John Ran dolph once rose suddenly up in his seat in the House of Representatives and screamed out at the top of his shrill voice : "Mr. Speaker! I have discovered the philosopher's stone. It Is -Pay as you go!" John Randolph dropped many rich gems from bis mouth, but never a richer one than that. " Pay as you go," and you need not dodge sheriffs and constables. " Pay as you go," and you can walk the streets with an erect back and a manly front, and you have no fear of those you meet. You can look any man in the eye without flinching. You won't have to cross the highway to avoid a dun, or look intently Into the shop windows to avoid seeing a creditor. " Pay as you go," and you can snap your fingers at the world, and when you laugh, it will be a hearty hone3t one. It seems to us, sometimes, that we can almost tell the laugh of a poor debtor. He looks around as though he was in doubt whether the laugh was not the property of bis creditors, and not in eluded in articles " exempted from attachment." When be does succeed in getting out an abortion he appears frightened, and looks as though he ex pected it would be pounced upon by a constable. " Pay as you go," and you will meet smiling faces at borne happy cherry, cheeked children a contented wife a cheerful hearth-stone. John Randolph was right. It is the philosopher's stone. . . iWLLlUlS' couau SYUUPt 60 Years llefore the Tublic ! Pronounced by all to be tbs mdat pleasant and efllcaclous remedy now In use, for the cure of Coughs, Cold, Croop, -Hoarseness, Tickling eansallnn of the Throat, Whooping Cough, etc. Over a million bottles aold within the last few years. It gives relief wherever used, and has the power to Impart benefit that cannot be had from the tough mixtures now la use. Bold by all Drngglsta at 25 cents per bottle. SELLERS' LIVER FILLS are also highly recommended for coring llrcr complaint, constipation, alck-hcadacbea, fever and ague, and all dlaeaaes of the stomach and liver. Boldly all by all Druggists at 28 centa per box. 40 ly K. E. BELLER8 A CO., Pittsburg, Ta. J. M. Omvm. J. If. Oirvih J.M. GIRVIN &S0N., FLOUR, GRAIN, SEED & PRODUCE Commission Merchants, No. 64 South Gay, St., BALTIMORE, MD. We will pay strict attention to the sale of all kinds of Country 1'roduce aud remit the amount promptly. 451vr. J. M. GIRVIN & SON. jyjUSSER & ALLEN CENTRAL STORE NEWPORT, PENN'A. Mow offer the publio A HARK AND KLKOANT ASSORTMENT OF DRESS GOODS Consisting sf all shades suitable for the seasoo BLACK ALP AC CAS AND Mourning Goods A SPECIALITY. . BLEACHED AND UNBLEACHED MUSLINS, AT VAUIOUH PRICES. AM KNIXH-H SELECTION OK PRINTSI We sell and do keep a good quality of SUGARS, COFFEES & SYRUPS And everything under the head of GROCERIES i Machine needles and oil tor all makes of Machines. To be convinced that our goods are - CHEAP AS THE CHEAPEST, 19 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. Btrlckler) PHARMACIST, NEW BLO0MFIELI), PENN'A. HAVING succeeded the late firm of Dr. M. B. Btrlekler In the Drug Business at his Store-room, on MAIN 8TKKKT. two doors Eat of the Big Spring, I will endeavor to make it la every way worthy the patronage of the public. Personal and strict attention AT AM, TIMES given to the compounding and dispensing Physi cians' preselptions. so as to Insure accuracy and guard against accidents. iu:ar ix m.i that my stock has been recently selected and car taken to have everything t.1 the BKHT QUALI TY. The public may rest assured that ALL med icines tnat leave my store shall be as represented -PUKK and UNADULTKBATED. I II AYE CONSTANTLY OX H1XD HAIR On, and POMADES HAIR, TOOTH and NAIL-BRUSHES. HLRUHONS, TOILET, and CARRIAGE SPONGE. PUFF BOXES, TOILET POWDERS, CASTILK and FANCX SOAPS. PERFUMERY OF ALL KINDS, Together with Fresh and Genuine Patent Medi cines of every description. ALSO,1 Segars, Tobacco, School Books, be. ORANGES, LEMONS & BANANAS, In season. Pure Wines and Liquors for Medicinal Purposes. Terms, Strictly CnIt. By strict attention to business. I hope to merit the eoutldeuce and favor of the public. JACOB 8TKICKIEB, Ph. 8. April 29, 1879. ,
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