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. . .
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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. ,