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THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA., MARCH "15, 1881.
lu the house. I opeueil the parlor
window, and pok with him over the
haleony. " Will you come up stairs,
Andrew V I should like to see you."
He stood for a moment, scratching his
head. I think he would have preferred
anything to entering my house at that
moment; but evidently he did not see
Ills way to refusing. A few moments
later he was In the drawing-room.
"Andrew," I began, with some Inten
tional solemnity of manner, "you see
the position I am in," Ills expression
iudicated that lm eontddered the position
u exceedingly unpleasant (one. "The
utory 1ms fcot about," I went on, "that
this house Is haunted." He turned pale.
" You think It In haunted?" I asked,
looking at him fixedly.
He hesitated for a few moments, shook
his head slowly, and succeeded finally
lu saying: "Wat Is folks to think,
ma'am y".
" i acknowledge," I answered, "that
the thing has a queer look. When
people appear, and vanUh as suddenly
as they came, It is diffl cult to think of
them as creatures of flesh and blond like
ourselves."
" 'Taln't possible-like," was Andrew's
comment; and I observed that with the
words, his face took a more healthy hue.
The quiet tone I had assumed reassured
him. Ghosts, when they can be reason
ed about, lose half their terrors.
" Ni," 1 answered him ;" It Is uot
possible. But Andrew, if we look at
these things from .another point of
view"
. " lie there another ?" he eagerly asked
as I paused to allow time for expression
of opinion. '
" Ye,". I said, "there is another. lie
fore I believe in your interpretation,
Andrew before I believe it possible
that spirits can wander about the world
lor no other reason than to frighten
people, I must test mine."
His eyes, awakening to new interest,
were looking at mine inquiringly.
I explained at once. " What I meau
is ihN. I suspect a trick. Somebody
bus u -pite against the owner of this
house somebody has an interest in
keeping it empty.'7
Andrew was naturally shrewd. As I
apoke there came Into his face a new
look of keenness. He smiled. "There
lias been queer things done," he observ
ed wllh a cautious impartiality.
"You have been here some weeks," I
said. "Have you heard anything dur
ing that time about Ibis house, about
the people who own It V I am told they
lived here once."
Thus stimulated, Andrew told me that
the house and grounds had orlglually
belonged to Lord B , father of the
present lord, whose park was command
ed by our front windows. On the mar
riage of a favorite sister with Mr. Koupel,
a man pomewhat beneath her In posi
tion, he gave her the house. Here the
married pair lived, in much happiness
it was said ; and here their only child, a
daughter, was born. After running
through his wife's money, the husband
died. When left alone, the widow, and
her now grown up daughter, determined
to let their house and live abroad. The
rent of the furnished house, with its
excellent garden, would bring them in
an income sufficient to enable them to
live quietly lu some foreign town. But
while this project was befng discussed,
the widow died, suddenly and mysteri
ously. An Inquest was held over her ;
for strange suspicions were circulated
abroad. Tne verdict was that she had
died of the family complaint heart
disease. But there were those who still
spoke mysteriously about the circum
stances of the death, and declared that
the lady had met with foul play.
Now, this was the germ of the ghost
story, for it was said far and near that
Mrs. Koupel, if she had really been mur
deredand murdered by her own child,
tut some dared to whisper would never
rest In her grave. And when singular
jtppeuiances came and went, and strange
rounds were heard in the house, now
empty tave for an undent housekeeper,
the suspicion, scarcely spoken of at first
above breath, go dark it was and mon
strous, was by and by openly discussed.
Ou this part of the Btory old Andrew
was ready to dilate. He warmed to the
theme, Indeed, aud would willingly have
glveu me, had 1 desired It, a full and
particular account of the various people
who from time in time had been driven
from the premies. But I, holding still
to my point, Umt trick had to do with
it, restrained his flow of language, and
endeavored by close questioning to find
out what he knew about the daughter of
Mru. Boupel, wb6, If hU story was true,
was the present owner-of the haunted
house. - i '
I elicited the following facts. Miss
lloupel was nineteen years of age about
the period of ber mother's death. 8he
was then a young lady of high spirit
and cheerful temper; she was accom
plished, witty, and unusually attractive
in appearance. Thus, In spite of the
drawbacks entailed by poverty, and a
bad, melancholy mother, the young lady
was not without suitors. The suit of
one of these was, according to her
mother aud herself they remembered
their old antecedents and were proud
little short of an Impertinence; for the
man was no more nor less than Lord
B 's house steward. The old house
keeper, to whom, before he bestowed the
house upon his sister, the old lord had
apportioned two rooms, was Mrs. Wee
vil, the steward's mother.
It was natural that Miss lloupel, niece
of his former employer, should reject his
suit with disdain. It was perhaps no
legs natural that the rejection, lm bitter
ed by contempt, should sink deeply Into
the steward's soul. The fact was, that
from the day when he was forbidden the
house where his mother lived, the
young man . changed. People spoke of
his black looks, of his hard ways, of his
cruel, cynical speeches, and some pre
dicted a bad end for him.
Meanwhile, Miss lloupel, now left
alone by her mother's death, married
Mr. Egertou, a mau, from a monetary
point of view, scarcely more eligible
than the steward. He was a Lieutenant
In the Navy; but as he had nothing In
the world but his pay, they carried out
Mrs. lloupel's plan of letting their
house furnished, believing it would
bring them in a sufficient income to
enable the young wife to live In comfort
while her husband was away from her.
But, as Andrew remarked, if this was
her belief, she must have been often
"sore pinched," for the house could
have brought In vary little.
I thanked him for his story. "Now,"
I said, "you must do something for me.
Go to the village at once. Find the
carpenter and blacksmith. Tell them I
want them ou Important business.
There must be no delay. I will pay
them well for their work. Do you
understand V" For the old man was
staring at me as if he thought I had
takeu leave of my senses.
" I understan'," he answered slowly.
" But what will you be wanting with
them, ma'am 1"'
" You will know all In good time.
They must bring their tools. Now go,
Andrew, go quickly. Aud mind, An
drew," I added, "say nothing to any
one of your errand, and bring the Joiner
aud blacksmith in by the back entrance,
for I do not wish them to he seen - com
ing here to day by everybody." Con
cluded next week.
THREE YEARS OF MYSTERY.
IN 1877 a family named Robertson
were living in Wise county, Texas.
The family consisted of a mother aud
two boys, the father having died Borne
years before. No family in the neigh
borhood was more highly respected.
The widow owned a large plantation
and was considered wealthy, while all
predicted that the boys had a bright
future before them. Henry, the young
er, didn't go much Into society, prefer
ring home and seclusion. Frank, the
elder, went everywhere, and was known
far and wide. He was a wild, generous
boy, whom everybody liked, and It was
thought he had not an enemy in all the
world. Possessing rare manly beauty,
aud a pleasing .address, he had little
difficulty in winning the affections of
Miss Jessie Bane, daughter of a neigh
boring planter, and as there was no im
pediment to the union preparations we're
made for it.
It was Intended that the marriage
should eclipse any similar event in Wise
county. Invitations were Issued lavish
ly ; all the necessary arrangements were
conducted on a grand scale; the night
which was to witness the ceremony was
beautiful ; the season was'early autumn;
the moon shed its light upon the earth ;
the flowers were still in bloom, and the
night wind, as it crept through the
branches of the trees, carried their odor
upon its wings. The planter's house
was brilliantly lighted ; the guests were
arriving in numbers; the strains of
musio were wafted on the air; Miss
Jessie Bane had donned her bridal
dress, and waited, in her chamber, the
arrival of one to whom she would link
her destiny. The hour set for the mar
riage came and went, but no bridegroom
appeared. Another hour passed. Then
a messenger was despatched to Robert
son's mother, who sent a reply to the
effect that Frank had started for the
Bane plantation long before sundown.
This fell upon the assembled company
like a bombshell.
Messengers were despatched in eVery
direction. The entire neighborhood was
scoured for miles around without find
ing a trace. Daylight dawned, and still
there was no sign of Frank Robertson.
Meantime the scene at Bane's was dis
tressing in the extreme. The betrothed
bride, so strangely forsaken, gave way
to. the anguish . which oppressed her,
A horrible foreboding took possession of
her.' With the orange blossoms amid
her bair, and arrayed in her bridal robe,
she ran from room to room crying, hys
terlcally: "Frank is dead; my darling
has left me forever I"
Boon unconsciousness came to ber
relief, aud In a death-like swoon she
forgot her misery. The music ceased;
the guests departed rapidly, full of
mingled pity and wonder ; the lights
were extinguished ; the grand banquet
was thrust aside unnoticed and untest
ed; and that whloh bad promised to be
a brilliant social event resulted In a
scene of gloom and mystery.
The search for the tn Inning bridegroom
was continued all the next day, and
for many days thereafter, hut without
avail. There was no clue, no trace of
the young man. From the moment he
bade his sick mother good-bye, and rode
gaily off In the direction of Bane's
plantation to meet bis bride, he had
disappeared, to be seen no more In
human flesh.
A year went by, and the incident
passed Into local tradition. Frank
Robertson was still missing. His be
trothed was a maniac. She bad never
recovered from the shock his singular
disappearance occasioned. To day, in a
private mad-house, she wears ber wretch
ed existence out. She Is always expect
ing some one; always watching and
waiting for day to dawn aud bring her
lover.
In all this time Mrs. Robertson has
not been idle. Bince her son disappear
ed she has not given up the hope of
finding him. She instituted a vigorous
search. Bhe advertised ; and all the
Texas aud a leading New York paper
contained notices, and offers of $100
reward for a clue or information of
Frank, dead or alive. There were re
plies, but the clues furnished turned out
fulse, and the broken-hearted mother
almost died beneath the weight of
anxiety, disappointment, and BUspenBe.
Two more years went by, making
three in all which Intervened between
the present and the time of the young
man's unexpected departure. The mys
tery seemed as dark as ever. Mrs.
Robertson doubled the reward, and
offered a plantation to any one who
would find her missing boy. Two far
mers living near by, accepted the offer,
and dug up the remains of Frank Rob
ertson from a ravine where they had
buried him. They claim he was a
horse-thief, and was lynched by vigl
lauts on his wedding night. That he
was hanged and then burled is unques
tioned, but whether a horse-thief is
uot so clear. The men claim they were
bound by solemn oaths to keep the ao
tions of the vigllants (of whom they
were members) secret, and hence thelf
reluctance in revealing the fate of
their victim. Mrs. llobertson had the
skeleton of her son enclosed in an ele
gant coffin and buried in the Denton
cemetery. The funeral attracted hun
dreds and the comments were various.
Bhe reoently instituted suit against all
the parties implicated in the hanging,
and shows a disposition to go to the
bottom of the matter. The suit revives
all the interest in the affair, recalling
almost forgotteu incidents, and before
it is ended there is' a probability that
some new and startling developments
will add to its already sensational fea
tures.
A Miller for Every Church.
A WORTHY miller-as the story Is
told in Rev. Duncan Dunbar's
memoir was once pained by bearing
that the minister was going away for
waut of support, the church having
decided that they could no longer , raise
his salary. He called a meeting and ad
dressed bis brethren very modestly, for
he was one of the . poorest among the
comfortable farmers. He asked if the
want of money was the only reason for
bis change, and if all were united in de
siring the services of the pastor could
they still keep him. There was but one
voice in reply. The pastor was useful
and beloved ; but the flock was so poor I
!' Well," replied the miller, " I . have a
plan by which I can raise his salary
without asking one of you for a dolIar,if
you will allow me to take my own way
to do it. I will assume the responsible
ty for one year. Have I your con.
sent?"
Of course they could not refuse this,
although they expressed surprise, know,
ing the miller to be a poor man.
The year drew to a close. The minis
ter had been blessed In bis labors, and
no one bad been called upon for mouey.
When they came together the miller
asked the pastor If his wants bad been
supplied and his salary met. He replied
la the affirmative. When the brethren
were asked If they were any poorer
than at the beginning of the year, each
one replied " No," and asked how they
could be when they bad paid nothing.
He asked again. "Is there any mau
here any poorer for keeping the minis
ter V" and the reply was the same as
before. " Then," he said, "brethren I
have only to tell you that you have
paid the salary the same as you
always did, only more of it aud with
greater promptness. You remember
you told me to take my own way in this
matter, and I have doue so. As each of
you brought bis grist to the mill, I took
out as much grain as I thought your
portion and laid it away for the salary.
When the harvest was over I sold It.
and paid the minister regularly from
tne proceeds. You confess that you are
no poorer, so you never mUsArl it. and
therefore I now propose that we stop
talking about poverty, and about letting
our minister go, and add enough to his
salary to make us feel that we are doing
something 1" Mr. Dunbar used in aaw.
O for a miller in every church."
Wouldn't Take It Back.
HE only whispered It to a lady friend
who sat beside him In church, but
it cost considerable trouble.
' There comes Mr. Proud's wife. Do
you known she washes on Sunday?
I've seen her do It," is what he said.
" Heavens I Can It be possible f"
ejaculated the lady.
" Yes, but please don't say anything
about It."
Bhe didn't.
In exactly seven days by the clock
everybody In church knew it. It came
to the ears of Mr. Proud, and be set
about tracing the story to its origin.
Mrs. Proud was being snubbed by nearly
everybody in the congregation. Even
the minister forgot to take off bis bat
when be passed ber in the street.
There was some talk of dropping Mrs.
Proud's name from the roll of church
membership.
Mr. Proud became furious. He went
around town with a pistol In bis pocket.
He finally found the lady who had
started the report, and asked her who
her Informant was. Bhe referred him
to tbe gentleman who had mentioned
it to her in church. Mr. Proud jammed
his hat over his eyes and sought the
miscreant.
" Did you say that my wife washed
on Sunday ?" asked Mr. Proud, with
murder lu his eye.
"Certainly," responded the man
without budging a muscle.
" I want you to take it back."
" I can't. It's a fact, and I don't see
any thing to get mad about. I wouldn't
let a wife of mine oome to church with
out washing. Would you V"
Tableau. ,
83T A case of tbe ruling passion strong
In death happened not long ago in a
New England city, A venerable man
of letters, who bad all his life been dis
tinguished lor bis love of literature and
his nice sense of the Use of -words, was
upon bis death-bed. For forty-eight
hours be had not spoken, but had lain in
a Beml-consclous state, beitrg so absolute
ly quiet in his breathing that the closest
examination was necessary to show that
he was still alive. The doctor called and
gave the nurse some directions about the
administering of medicines, saying at
the close :
" Are you sure you can remember the
hours 'i I am afraid you will make a
mistake. Better put it down on that pa
per." For the first time in two days a sound
was heard from the patient, and when
the doctor turned in some surprise to
ward the bed he heard a feeble voice
saying ; ,
"Doctor Brown, accept a piece of ad
vice from a dying man. 'Don't say put
it down,' say 'wrile it down.' "
He never spoke again.
SaFEllen Athey, In prison at New
Philadelphia, Ohio, while attempting
to escape, met Mrs. Lyons, the sheriff's
wife, In tbe corridor and a desperate
struggle ensued. Bhe succeeded in re
capturing the prisoner, but received
fatal Injuries in doing so.
G3"The two physicians at Westerly
R. I., having each declared the other
to be an Ignoramus, have agreed upon
a public competitive examination, in
which three other doctors shall be um
pires. i
CirTbere are no fragments so precious
as those of time, aud none are so heed
lessly lost by people who cannot make a
moment and yet can waste years. , . '
u a -
O" Beauty is as summer fruits, which
are easy to corrupt and cannot last.
A Fool Once More.
" For ten years my wife was confined
to her bed with such a complication of
ailments that no doctor could tell what
was the matter or cure her, and I used
up a small fortune in humbug stuff.
Six months ago I saw a U. B. flag with
Hop Bitters on it, and I thought I would
be a fool once more. . I tried it, but my
folly proved to be wisdom. Two bottles
cured her, she is now as well and strong
as any man's wife, and it cost me only
two dollars. Such folly pays. H. W.,
Detroit, Mich. Free Press. U t
Quick and Sure.
Many miserable people drag them
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find a cure commencing from the first
dose, and vitality, strength and cheer
fulness quickly and surely coming back
to tbem, with restoration t perfect
health. Bee advertising column. .104.
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aeut frva. Address h TINnuN A CO., Portiaad. iuaiue
1 ly.
ESTATE NOT ICK. Notice In herebygla.
en Unit Letters of Administration on the
estate Of William F. Miller late of Watts towi .
ablp. Perry county, p.. rleceaufd. have, bft?u
granted to the undersigned residing iu 1 he same
township. .
All persons indebted to said estate are requested
to make iiuiiie.iiiiia lukviiient. aud those, having
claim to present fliem duly ajitaauticate-d lor
settlement to
p-h 4 -i,r!.?iBY Rr,U.U,El.- A'li.l'tfrmor
Feb. 8,1881 pd Wiuo.s LlPntit. Atfy.
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