Corvallis gazette., May 13, 1904, Page 6, Image 6

Second Cousin Sarah
ar tkb avtbor or
-jmnz judge, spinster." "umm mats suxsr."
etc.. ere.
CHAPTER XXVI. (Continued.)
This wan the man whom she had seen
at her father's house,, who had lodged
with them at the button factory, and of
whom she had caught a glimpse eren at
Bedge Hill. Tots and John Jennings
were in the main thoroughfare of Hol
borne, both interested in the shops, when
he touched Tots on the arm.
"Don't you know me?" he asked in a
husky Toice.
Tots gave a little scream, and clung
more closely to John Jennings.
"Oh! don't let him take me away!"
he cried at once.
"I don't want to take you away, Bes
sie I only want to ask you how you
are, after all these months," said Thomas
Eastbell. offering a Tery dirty hand to
the child to shake.
"Come, you let her alone, will you?"
aid John Jennings sharply. John did
not admire the looks of the man who had
forced himself upon the notice of Reu
ben's adopted child; John held Tots in
trust, and was watchful of his charge.
The man before him was a forlorn speci
men of humanity, ragged and dirty. John
did not know Thomas Eaetbell at first
eight, but he was a judge of disreputa
bility he had seen so much of it in
Hope street he had become so disreput
able himself. .
"I have as much right to the child as
you have," said Tom in a surly tone,
"or as your master has, for the matter
of that. The child's shtole, and you
know it.?'
"I don't know it."
"And its father will come to claim it
precious quick, too see if he don't and
you can tell Mr. Culwick, too, direckly
you get home. Say Tom Eastbell told
him so or Vizzobini. You ought to
know Vizzobini of the Saxe-Gotha.I'
"You are Thomas Eastbell, then?"
"Yes, and I don't care who knows it.
,You can give me in charge if you like
say for coining last year I shall do it
myself in an hour or two, if you dou't
I hate the workus, and it's awful cold
outside the prison. Where's Sally?"
"Your sister, do you mean?"
"Yes, of course I do," answered Tim;
'she ain't at Sedge Hill."
"Never mind where she is."
"Oh, I don't, mind. She won't -help
nc I'm her only brother, and starving
In the streets. But you can take .my
compliments to her, Mr. Jennings, and
V, Ua. 1Tn rrnia ' "
M Ul 17 UCalU (. Llllj i... JUL.
Reuben was hard at Trumpet work
when John Jennings and Tots arrived
home with the news of their meeting
with Thomas Eastbell. He was working
against time somewhat, but he set his
pen aside to listen to John Jennings'
recital and Tots' scared interpellations,
paying particular attention to Mr. East
bell's information that the child would
be fetched away presently by her father.
"And he said that Sarah might hear
of him at the 'Magpie?' "
"Yes," answered John Jennings.
"John," he said suddenly, "you must
take a letter to Sarah at once."
"Very well, Mr. Reuben."
"Don't say anything of your meeting
with her brother,"
"Trust me for that," said John know
ingly. "She is not strong enough for any fresh
trouble," said Reuben, as he drew a sheet
of note paper toward him and-wrote very
reluctantly an excuse for not being able
to see her as he had promised. He alleg
ed no reason he would explain when he
saw her, he said and he re-read the
letter somewhat critically after he had
finished the writing of it. It was a
brief epistle; he should see her to-morrow,,
he hoped, and that would be time
enough for explanation of his breach of
promise. Sarah trusted him implicitly,
and would know that only business of
Importance could keep him from her. She
did not expect a long letter from him,
and a heap of reasons, at that busy hour
of the day. Let the letter go.
In the evening, somewhat late, Reuben
Culwick, not too fashionably attired, was
at the "Magpie." It was eight o'clock
or later, when Thomas Eastbell's pock
marked coutnenance peered round one of
the swing doors. The "Magpie" was
Tom's forlorn hope. He had sent a
message to his sister, and she might at
tend to it. Who knows? He caught
eight of Reuben Culwick, and his first
Impulse was to back into the street. Then
he wavered; and while he was hesitating
Reuben came from the public house and
confronted him.
"You need not run away, Tom East
bell," said Reuben.
"I haven't done you any harm," he
returned; "I haven't done nobody any
harm never. All that you have heard
about me has been a pack of lies. I ve I my child's happiness against Sarh East
been as honest as I could be, and this j beli.8t and X acted like a mother, in the
Is what comes of it. I m hard up I'm ,,- i,ne of H.isnins- W tn mT hP
starving, Mr. Culwick, I haven't tasted
food to-day."
"Where are your friends?"
"They turned me out of their house.
They said I was a blundering fool. One
of them kicked me, last time I saw him."
"The Captain?"
Tom Eastbell laughed sardonically.
"No, he can't kick. He broke both
his legs in the country, jumping from a
window of the button factory to get out
of the way of the police. He can only
swear and cuss me now."
"Is this Edward Peterson the father
of the little girl you met this morning?"
"He says he is. He gave me money
to take care of her altogether. But it
wasn't enough, so I lost her," said Tom
coolly "or rather," he added, interpret
ing Reuben's look of disgust correctly,
"my old woman lost her. It was her
fault. She never had a mite of feeling
In her for anybody save herself."
"And I found the child when she was
lsQf
"And then Peterson turned np, and
stormed and raved at me, till I told him
where the child was, and he stole it from
you back again. He was fond of that
child when he was in a good temper,
which wasn't often though."
"His wife is she dead?"
"Iiong ago, he tells me."
"Where is Edward Peterson now?"
"In Worcester Mitcheson's place,
near the river and yon can pat the
bobbies on to him, if they're not taking
care of him already. Ha has treated ma
bad enough." - - w
: "Who is with him?"
"An old sweetheart, whe will marry
him when his legs get better.
"Is it Mary Holland-?" "
"That's her name. The woman-whe
was at Sedge HilL." You know her well
enough." :
"And she is with Edward Peterson at
Worcester?"
"Yes." - .. ,.
Reuben Culwick waited for no further
news: he had learned more than, he had
anticipated; he thought. he saw all very
clearly to the end now, and where his
duty lay. He darted from the friendly
shelter of the "Magpie," and hurried into
Holborn, and from Holborn through sun
dry back turnings into Drury Lane,
where he met John Jennings, who passed
a' great deal of his. time walking np and
down the street in which Reuben Culwick
resided. -
"John," said he, seizing him by the
arm, "you must go to your sisters house.
Find Sarah Eastbell. Tell her I hare
discovered that Miss Holland is in Wor
cester, that I have left London in search
of her, and to end all suspense at once
her suspense as -well as mine. I hope to
be back on Monday."
"Is that all?" '
"Yes. Now be off at once."
Reuben hurried to his lodgings, beg
ged his landlady to be careful of Tots
till his return, looked in at Tots sleeping
calmly in her little crib,- stooped over
her and kissed her without awakening
her, and then hurried away to the rail
way station, in the hope of catching a
night mail that should carry him on a
portion of his journey toward Worces
ter. -
CHAPTER XXVII. X
Reuben Culwick was in the loyal city
early the next day. The cathedral bells
were ringing when he was searching in
Mitcheson's place for Edward Peterson.
The man who had leaped from the top
window of the button factory and broken
both his legs was not difficult to find
the inhabitants of Mitcheson's ...place
knew all about him, who he .was and
where he was, and the country police had
been watching for his convalescence for
weeks past, in order -to conduct him to
safe quarters. Edward Peterson was
too ill to be removed at present indeed,
of late days the police had not been rigi
lant, a turn for the worse having taken
place in the sick man's condition, and it
?emf tolerably certain that he was drift-
ing from the laws of his' country In un
due haste.
Reuben understood the position before
he had reached the house a policeman
on duty in the street gave him the full
est particulars. It was the back room
of the first floor to which he had been
directed, and where he knocked softly
for admittance. Some one crossed the
room lightly, opened the door, and looked
hard at him, with the color flickering
faintly on her cheeks. It was Mary Hol
land, pale and thin, who faced him on
the landing place.
"You have found me at last, then?"
she inquired.
They did not shake handsthe shadow
of the past mistrust was still between
them, and there was no getting from it
in the first moments of their meeting.
"You know that we have been search
ing for you advertising for you?" said
Reuben.
"Yes; but I did not care to answer
yet," she replied.
"You are attending upon Edward Pe
terson?" "My husband yes."
"Your husband!" repeated Reuben
slowly.
"He is wholly friendless now hs is
terribly alone and at the last I have
found the courage to do my duty," he
said.
"Then the little girl Tots "
"Is mine. It was his promise that I
should have the child back it was the
revelation that she lived that kept me
silent when my suspicions might have
given a clew to the truths which per
plexed you. To have betrayed him at
that bitter hour was to kill my llttlie girl.
He swore it and I knew how desperate
a man he was, years ago," she added,
sadly. "When he first came to Sedge
Hill I wrote, warning you of dhnger
but not knowing what the danger was
which threatened Sarah Eastbell."
"I see," murmured Reuben Culwick.
"I was a woman in the toils, and knew
not what to do," she continued. "When
Sarah had disappeared, he said she
should return in safety to Sedge Hill if
I would keep my peace and I was forc
ed to trust him. Ah, sir! do not blame
me too harshly it was my child's life.
I could not have brought your cousin
back had I owned that man for my bus
band I was in the dark with you and
my little Bessie lived."
"And you love this man?"
She answered: "He killed my love
years ago. I do my duty in calm ap
athy, that is all. Years ago he was my
hero. He was honest then, and I was
very young," she said. "We were mar
ried secretly. When he grew tired of
me, when he went wrong, he abandoned
me without remorse, and took my child
with him, in a spirit of revenge that
nearly broke my heart. My marriage and
that child's birth were not known to the
world I found at Worcester although
your mother always doubted me. I tried
hard to live apart from the past, when
I believed my little girl was dead, but
It all came back last autumn. This,"
she added, almost bitterly, "is a strange
time for explanation."
"I have not come for explanation I
have no right to demand it," said Ren
ben; "but let me ask If my father knew
o( your marriage to Edward Peterson?"
"I dared not tell him. I was very poor
I was alone in the world, without a
friend, and he had confidence In me, and
liked ma for my dead father's sake.
Would ha hare wished yon to marry me
had he dreamed of this?" she added,
with an Impressive gesture toward the
door of the sick room.
"Why did ha wish this marriage "
said Reuben. "
' "He told ma on the day ha died that
he had rained my father deceired him
In some wny of business and' got rich
by his disgrace," . she said. f "Heaven
knows if this were true, or the wander
ings df a demented mind. . It is beyond
our guessing at, and belongs not' to our
present lives." -
I "Mary Holland, it was true," said
Reuben, solemnly; "I bring a proof of
it In his atonement reparation." -
"Impossible."
. "He has left yon all his money."
. There was a wild scream an awful
yell from the room which , Mary Hol
land, or, rather, Mary . Peterson, had
quitted, and Mary ran back into the
chamber, followed by Reuben in his
haste to be of assistance to the affright
ed woman.
It was only a cry of delight. Captain
Peterson had heard all the news.
"Is it all true?" he gasped forth, turn
ing to Reuben as if to a friend on whom.
In this crisis of his life, he might rely.
"Ail the money is left te Mary Hol
land," answered Reuben.
"How is it how is it that that this
can be?" he inquired, catching at Ren
ben's hand and clasping it with his trem
bling fingers "yon see how excited I
am, but I can bear good news. Good
news will' save me yet, please heaven."
"There has been discovered another
will, signed, by my father the day before
his death. In it my father bequeaths
the whole of his property te his faithful
friend and housekeeper, Mary Holland."
"That's my wife," said Peterson,
quickly; "don't forget she's my wife.
We were legally married years age, upon
my 'soul, I swear it it's easily proved
isn't it easily proved, Mary? Tell him
so don't stare at me like that."
"Yes, I am his wife," said Mary, thus
appealed to; "I 'am not Mary Holland."
"Oh, that makes no difference," cried
Peterson; "you were Mary Holland, you
have always been known by that name
to old Culwick, and it's your money
I know law enough for that. All yours
and all your husband's why, it's as
clear as daylight. This brings me
back to life! Where is the will?"
"I have brought it with me."
"Give it to me," said Peterson; "it
isn't safe in other hands. I I will keep
it till I'm stronger."
"Let him have it," said the wife, care
lessly; "it will calm him, and rest is
necessary." .
"I would prefer your taking it, Mrs.
Peterson," said Reuben, producing the
will; "better still to leave it with a trust
worthy solicitor to act upon. There will
be no opposition to it in any way from
Sarah EastbeU."
"It will be safe enough in my hus
band's keeping," said Mary, with strange
listlessness.
Reuben gave her the will, and she
crossed with it to her husband's side and
placed it in his hands, .which with great
difficulty began to unfold the paper on
which Simon Cul wick's last testament
was written.
"I I shall be glad when I'm better,"
Edward Peterson whispered at last; "yon
can put it under my pillow now."
"And the child?" asked Reuben, curi
ously. !
A gesture, quick and deprecatory, from
Mary Holland came too late to arrest the
question, or to check the excitement of
the prostrate vagabond, who half raised
himself in bed in his vehemence.
"I'll never see the child again I'd
rather die than see her. She shall never
be more than the beggar's brat she is!"
he shouted.
"What has she done?"
"She turned against her own father
when there was a chance of making
money, it was she, that cursed child, who
betrayed me."
The color vanished from his face again,
and once more the leaden hue suffused
it, and the eyes closed, as by the pres
sure of the hand of death itself upon
tbem. Mary was at his side, when life j
seemed coming siowiy oaca again, sue
said to Reuben:
"Leave me now. You see what he is
what he has ever been. I would pre
fer to be alone to the end."
Reuben passed from the room and
left the dying man to his strange, wife's '
care. He had done his duty, he had sur
rendered his father's will into the hands '
of those it was. to benefit, and it had
been coldly, almost unthankfully receiv
ed. Let him get back to Sarah EastbeU
and to the brighter life wherein she
moved.
(To be continued.)'
. Had a Fuel Supply.
The 7-year-old grandson of William'
Dudley Foulke, the Civil Service Com-1
missioner, went with his grandmother
to the Senate to hear Senator Till
man's speech. They had fine seats In
the front of the member's gallery, and
the little chap made a brave show in
his velvet suit and long curly hair. He
listened intently, but didn't make out
much of it until Senator Tillman re
ferred, with much emphasis, to "an-
thraclte coal." Then he piped up Joy-'
ously, so he was heard all over the
chamber:
"We've got some; we've got some."
New York World. .
Strictly Professional View.
"Why don't you try to live down
your past?" asked the visitor at the
Jail. .
"It's no use," answered the prison
er.
"Not if you're sincerely sorry."
"Bein sorry don't do no good. When
dey've got your picture in de rogue's
gallery you've got to git out o' de busi
ness. It's worse dan bein up agin a
trust" Washington Star.
Hard Fall.
Tess Did he seem hard hit when
you told him I was married?
Jess Not exactly. It took him by
surprise, though, and he was inter
ested. I
Tess Wanted to know how the wed
ding came off, and all that eh?
Jes No, he merely asked, "How did
it happen 7' Philadelphia Press.
Extremely Improbable.
"Another thing about these apples,
the dealer said, opening the barrel for
his inspection, "is that if you put them
in a cool place they will keep all win
ter." "I am quite positive they won't"
said the customer, who happened to be
the father of a half grown boy, "but
ril take them."
Every one desires to live long, but
no one would be old. Swift. t
MEETING "OLD EPHRAIM." ?
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In an article entitled, "After Big
Game In Wyoming," a' writer In the
Pall Mall Magazine tells of an exciting
meeting between himself and a large
grizzly bear. The Interview was some
what unexpected on both sides, and
It lasted only a minute or two; but
while It did last It occupied the undi
vided attention of all the participants.
I chanced to be riding ahead, says
-the author. "There's a bear!" whis
pered Jack, as a big gray head ap
peared over the fallen tree. What fol
lowed In the -next few minutes takes
longer to tell than it did to .happen.
As I sprang down from the saddle to
shoot, an enormous grizzly of the
largest kind jumped up on the trunk
of the tree, behind which he had been
feeding on a dead elk.
As I pulled the first trigger he
sprang down, all claws, hair and teeth,
and charged straight at us. The shot
was a clean miss over his back as he
jumped down; and here was grizzly
not thirty yards away, on a down
hill run, and obviously intent on get
ting first blood.
The second bullet went home, right
in the center of the. broad, furry
breast, as we afterward ascertained.
He turned a complete somersault, and
lighting on his feet again, came on, ap
parently uninjured.
My rifle was now empty, and there
was no time to reload. The next few
seconds were a kind of nightmare. I
turned and jumped at the saddle, but
my horse, seeing the bear close behind
me, swerved and bolted before I could
mount. Grizzly, now only a few yards
away, was rising to strike with a gi
gantic, clawy, sinewy paw that could,
with a single blow, break a buffalo's
back or tear out all his ribs.
With a cold thrill down my back I
also swerved and bolted up the hill
for all I was ever worth In what Jack
afterward described as ten-foot
strides. He, meanwhile, with unload
ed rifle thrown on the ground, sat on
his horse fifty yards away, and emp
tied his six-shooter at the bear with
out apparent effect
I glanced nervously over my shoul
der as I ran, and then saw that the
fight was done. Grizzly, obviously mor
tally wounded, having missed his blow,
was blundering on down-hill, not
knowing where he went Even an old
king of the divide, "weighing a thou
sand pounds or so In sinewy, muscular
flesh and bone, could .not long with
stand the effects of a half -inch ex
panding bullet propelled by five drams
of black powder through a good rifle
barrel.
A BOYS' COOKING CLASS.
Thirty-two stalwart young men,
some over six feet high, have formed
themselves Into a cooking class, which
is probably the only institution of its
kind In the world.
All of the boys belong to the Orange,
N. J., high school, and' the cooking
class meets after school hours. In
quiries have come from England con
cerning It and similar classes are to
be started there. The class has been
in existence over a year, and the pu
pils are athletic" young fellows who
EHBBYO CAMP CHEF3.
have no idea of taking the places of
cooks, but who want to shine at sum
mer' camps, where the gentler sex is
not present
Good, plain, old-fashioned fare is
prepared and the dishes are made up
in the most appetizing manner. Every
kind of vegetable, and fruit that grows
In the garden, bread, biscuit old-fashioned
buckwheats, stews, roasts and
soups are prepared by the boys.
The fact that the good things cooked
are eaten by the chefs, sitting com
fortably at a table where the lady
teacher does the honors, is one of the
reasons why the boys enjoy their nov
el lessons, and a larger number of
boys than can possibly be instructed
are clamoring for admission,
liiterary Names.
"Yes," says the fond mamma, "I
think we picked real pretty names for
the two twins. - Pat got them out of a
book. I always did like a name with
a literary tone to It"
"And what do you call the little
darlings?"
"Fauna and Flora. It's from a book
in the' library downtown that tells
about The Fauna and Flora of the
Western Hemisphere.' " Judge.
A Discovery.
They had been diseussing the baby's
ears, eyes and nose.
"And I think he's got his father's
hair," said the Joyful young mother.
"Oh, la that who's got it? I no
ticed it was missing,'' said the girl
who knew her before she was mar
ried. Exchange.
Spectacles Not Dressy. -Polite
Chinese consider it a breach
of etiquette to wear spectacles in company.
Eating Dicers SSttX.
Nothing is a source of so much trouble as an old sore or ulcer, par
ticularly when located upon the lower extremities where the circulation
is weak and sluggish. A gangrenous eating ulcer upon the leg is a
frightful sight, and as the poison burrows deeper and deeper: into the
tissues beneath and the sore continues to spread, one can almost see the
flesh melting away and feel the strength going out with the sick
ening discharges. Great running sores and deep offensive ulcers often
develop from a simple boil, swollen gland, bruise or pimple, and are
a threatening danger always, because while all such sores are not can
mm. a preat many are. and this should make you suspicious of all
chronic, slow-healing ulcers and sores, particularly if cancer runs in
your family Face sores are common and cause the greatest annoy
ance Decause mey are so
persistent and unsightly
and detract so much from
one's personal appearance.
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Middle acred and old peo- if they closed up the result would bo fatal. TJn
i J w. y7A der this disoouraeing report X left off their treat-
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son of malaria or some pre
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continue to grow and 6pread in spite of washes and salves, for the sore
is the outward sign of some constitutional disorder, a bad condition of
the blood and system, which local remedies cannot cure. A blood pu
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Difficult Horseback; Feat.
There are no better horsemen In the
world than the cavalry officers of the
Italian army, yet even among them
there are very few who could perform
the feat recently achieved by one of
them.
To run an ordinary foot race Is easy
enough, but to run at full spaed for
! several hundred yards holding in one
' hand a spoon on which rests an egg
; and to reach the goal without dropping
j the egg. is a feat which must be prac
' ticed carefully a long time before it
1 can be performed successfully, and as
a result there are not many who can
be sure of accomplishing it whenever
they try. Great therefore, was the
surprise when an Italian officer mount
ed on horseback performed this uiffl
cult feat Moreover, he selected a
course in which there were two or
three high fences, and these he cleared
at full gallop without losing the egg.
A Sure Protection.
Barton, N. Dak., May 9. Many cases
are being published of how diseases
have been cured and lives saved by
Dodd'e Kidney Fills, but ' there is a
family in this place who use this reme
dy as a protection against the coming
on of diseases and with excellent re
sults. Mr. W. A. Moffet says: "We have
no very serious illness or complaint for
we always use Dodd's Kidney Pills the
very moment we feel the least symptom
of sickness and they soon put us right.
If we have a touch of lame back or
think the kidneys are not right, we
take a few Dodd's Kidney Pills and the
symptoms are soon all gone.
"My brother had diabetes and the
doctor told him he could not live until
spring. I got some Dodd's Kidney
Pills for him and although that was
several years ago, he has lived through
all the winters and springs since and is
still living. Dodd's Kidney Pills are
a wonderful medicine."
Right In His Iiine.
Mother1 I don't know- what in the
world to do with my son. He is a born
rover,
Neighbor1 Why not make a Methodist
minister of him?
m svas$si
The Kind You Have AlwaVs
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Just-as-good" are but Experiments, and endanger the
health of Children Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind.
Colic It relieves Teething Troubles cures-Constipation
and Flatulency. It assimilates the Food, regulates the
Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children's Panacea The Mother's Friend.
The Kind You Haie Always Bought
Bears the
In
Use For Over 30 Years.
Sore
Wheeling-, W. Vs., JUay 28, 1903. .
Borne years ago while at work, X fell over a truck
and severely injured both of my shins. XCy blood
became poisoned as a result, and the doctor told
am not dead as the doctor intimated X would be,
neither have the sores ever broken out ain,and
some 12 years have elapsed since what I have de-
son Dea ooourrea. ,,
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Care Sehmulbaoh Brewing Co. .
ail tne impurities ana poisons, sou grad
ually builds up the entire system ; and
when the blood has been purified the
healingprocess begins and the ulcer or
sore is soon entirely gone. S. S. S.
contains no mineral or poisonous drugs
of any description, but is guaranteed
One pound of cork is sufficient to sup
port a man of ordinary size in the, water.
Perrin's Pile Specific
The INTERNAL REMEDY
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