The Cedarville Herald, Volume 12, Numbers 27-52
The Cedarville Herald, •i w. p . BLAIR, Publisher. B1!DAIIVILLJ5,~T" i t OHIO THE MEMORY-BRIpQES. Busily, busily to end fro, pee thorn, tlie bridge-bulldere, come end go, Gniy-boerds and bonny-oycs, mother* and midges, AU et them busy ••building bridge*. High be they* Low be tbeyf Who ceri tell? Uech koeps bis secret, and keeps it well. tSteedily, steadily, see them build. Jfot one la idle in ail the guild. This one la planning and placing and plying; Shat one is trusting and tracing.and trying, Strong bo. they! Weak be they? Who le there " Knows it the bridges will break or bear! Clevorly, cleverly day by day, Toil tbo bridge-makers sans stone or cloy* Fashioning alter ttoelrown designing, Ronjelor rejoicing and Bomo for repining,; Ugly or beSutifult Who can know What is the pattern the bridges show? yCeasclpssly, ceaselessly year by y ea r. g row tbo ahntmeat, tho arch and the pier, - row on the builders'.brows wrinkles and ridges, Caused by the rearing of memory-bridges. 4 Deep bothey? Slight bo they t ■j Alt may see What sort of furrows theBc furrows bo. Tinally, finally each must tread Over the memory-bridge he’, b made', Over the deeds that are long past doing, *Oyer the faults that are left for rueing. Light Is It! Hard is it? . They may ken Who’ve crossed the bridges from Now to • Then. • J ttlie ML Llppmann, In Youth’s Companion, {Copyright, i8gr, by A. N. Kellogg NewspaperCo.) CHARTER n L—C ontinued . - ' “Ah, I am glad of that,” Mrs. .Eve sham exclaimed with unwonted anima tion. “Yes,” the lumberman continued, flowing with the conscious pride of doing a good action, “Esther shall have the best advice it lies’ in my power to givo her.” “But something more than advice, I hope,” his wife persisted. “Why, yes!” the rich man said. “ I had ^perhaps better nof* go empty- handed. sYon can collect the dresses and things you and; Jane have ddne i with and I will take them with me. They will cut up splendidly for th& little girls.” For a minute Mrs. Evesham's face flushed an indignant objection, but the long force of habit was too strong for open opposition to her husband’s judg ment, so she sighed a faint acquiescence and departed to prepare the parcel. It was- on the very morning of the tria l that Mr. Isaac Evesham put in an appearance, a t the widow's house in Forty-ninth street, much to the dis comfort of that unfortunate lady, who had really never- appreciated her well- to-do brother-in-law, whose interest in her affairs had never manifested itself in any more substantial way than a dictatorial Interference, which she was ungrateful enough to deem impertinent. “This is a most dreadful occurrence, Gather,” ho said, with a solemn wag of his head, white he patted the children’s checks with his hot', flabby hand, “but .blood is thicker than water, and I could n o t see my brother's children dragged into this newspaper notoriety without a n effort to rescue them.” He disapproved of everything she hod done, reprobated her carelessness in re ceiving inmates in her house of whom ■he knew nothing, rated her worse than the coroner had done for permitting the stranger to take the photograph, thought she was fdolishin receiving the little girl into her family,-And growled heartily over remissness in not a t once applying to him for advice in her dilem ma. Bu the was properly indignant a t the coroner's treatment of her—not at the fact th a t the official haddealt harsh ly with an unprotected lady, hu t that b e had been rndcly overbearing with bis, Isaac Evesham’s, sister-in-law. , “I Will teach him a lesson whichb e will no t soon forget,” said the irate lumberman. And, strange to say, lie was a t lust, by accident* placed in a position to.be ofma terial service to his sister-in-law, for wheutliey all reached the coroner’s court i t happened that the little, fox-eyed man wholud sa t a t the presiding officer's righ t hand and whispered so many evil counsels in his car, and who was none other than James Maxwell, the veteran detective, recognized the wealthy burgher from Buffalo, and communi cated his information to the coroner, who, after the manner of ills kind, be came excessively gracious to the lady when he found she was kin to bo valua ble a member of society. Mrs, Eve- sham, landlady of a lodging house, was » person of small consideration in the official eyes; bnt Mrs. Evesham, widow Of the brother of a millionaire, was one with whom it would not be wise to trifle. Bo, belli# spared the indignities and imtcndoeS she had endured a t the opening of the trini, Mrs. Evesham gave her evidence in a cleftr, intelligent man ner, which called forth the comtnefida- tion Of the Court Add obliterated all im- Jkw don iln the minds of the jurors that fjkMr wa* attempting to obstruct the course of justice. But, after all, the in formation s h e gave literally amounted to nothing. Mrs. Wilkins was not so fortunute in her ordeal, bu t sl;e said what she had to say with a blunt indifference tp re sults, which disarmed suspicion. The chemist, who had analyzed the remains of the deceased, testified that he hod found abundant traces of miner al poison; hut there was no evidence to show how or when the unfortunate man had taken it, Of course the child's valise aud the box addressed to Ambrose Arlington lmd been thoroughly examined, but their contents revealed no clew to the mystery. There was an abundant sup ply of wearing apparel of the richest description, hut not a line of writing, or anything to prove the child’s Identity. The underwear, however, was marked in a clear, feminine hand “Wanda Arlington.” With these few facts before them, :the verdict of the jury was conclusive— that Ambrose Arlington had died of “ XUERE, WOMAN, TAKE THE SQUALLING LITTLE THING TO BED.” poisoning, but by whose hand the drug had been administered there was no evidence to show. , . , Tile newspapers the next morning disposed .of the case in half a dozen lines, and in twenty-four ho^rs tlieir readers had forgotten tha t such a per son as Ambrose Arlington’had ever ex isted. “And: now,” said Isa^i Evesham, as they were seated round the widow’s tea table, weary with the excitement of the trial, yet relieved from the dull sense of oppression which. had hung over them for the last few days, •“now, Esther, we must finish our work. That woman Wilkins must be sent a t once to Wisconsin, and I think—yes, I think —that the little waif and stray you have so foolishly harbored had better be packed off to the Home of the Friendless.” ' * .There was a dead silence in the little circle. Every eye was fixed on the rich lumberman and every face betrayed horror a t liis proposition. “Uncle Isaac,” gasped Alice,*whowas first to recover sufficient composure to speak. “Wanda will stay with us. She is a little, wee tiling and will be no trouble or expense.” • “She shall have my share of all the good things on the table, ’ Kate volun teered, “Me too,” Ilarry added with ungram matical generosity. “Hush, children,” the mother Inter posed gently, “this is a matter for your uncle and myself to discuss when you li'ave retired,” Mr. Evesham glowered a t the offend ing children. For a moment he was too indignant for utterance. Then, turning the full glare of his piercing black eyes, which fairly snapped beneath their shaggy brows; he said in slow, pompous tones: “Esther Evesham, have you taken leave of your senses? l)o you mean to tell me that you think for a moment that such a proposal will bear discus sion'.;”’ The widow was spared an explana tion, for a t that instant the door opened ! and Mrs. Wilkins entere l hearing in ! her arras the child, whom it seemed as | though fortune had sent a t this critical j moment to plead her own claim to sym- J patliy and protection. She Was dressed fo r' bed, and looked like some sweet vision of innocence In her muslin mother-hubbard witliembroideredyoke. Even Isaac Evesham's eyes softened as he looked orf the pretty creature as she kissed them each good night: and who knows what might have happened if Mrs. Wilkins, encouraged by *liis kindly look, had not offered the child for his embrace. For a moment be hesitated, colored to his very temples with blusligs for his weakness and held his hard, knotted, bony fingers out to clasp her to his bosom, but with a cry of terror the child shrank from him and buried her face in the woman's shoulder, sobbing as though her heart would break, Mr. Isaac Evesham looked supreme ly foolish. That ho should have been betrayed into a momentary relapse of sentiment was pToVoking .enough, bn t th a t his silly advances to th is little friendless chit of a thing should have m et with such a humiliating repulse was simply exasperating. “There, woman, take the squalling little thing to bed,” be said, “and le t us have some peace in the room,” And all knew that as far as Isaac Evesham Was Concerned the fate of the baby was realed. ' Half an Jtonr afterwards Mrs. Evesham had to braoe herself for is Me a fete with her disagreeable rela tive, an ordeal she dreaded beyond measure, notwithstanding the encour-' agement her children managed to whis per in her ear under plea of bidding her good night. “Be firm, mother dear,,and don't give way to him,” Alice said. “I shall cry my eyes out if you let him send Wanda away,” sighed Kate, “Ilang on to the baby, roa,” implored Harry. As these suggestions were, in accord; ance with the promptings of her own kind heart, she had not much need to hesitate concerning which course she would take. To her surprise, the enemy opened the battery with a mild salute. “We must make il radical change in your affairs, Esther,” lie said grimly, but not without a certain tone of kindness in liis voice. “Now that this lodging-house business lias proved such a deplorable failure, wo must look for something else for you to do.” “I hardly think you can call it a fail? ure as yet,” the widow remonstrated: “I have been' here .only,a few months and am getting—1” • “ Into police courts and newspapers, No, .you must come to Buffalo—and talk the matter over with Mrs; E. and Jane.’’ lie had nearly committed him self to undertaking the charge of their support, but as lie afterwards said liis good angel stepped in at the right moment and whispered discretion. “Now, with regard to this little girl. Esther—had I not better see the ma tron of the Home of the Friendless aud make tlio necessary arrangements for us to take her there, in the morning? Your children are so obtrusively emo tional, and—” . “You need not put yourself to any trouble about Wanda, Isaac.” „ “Oh, no trouble. I ’ve put my band to the plow and I don’t mean to .turn back.” . “But I have not quite made up my mind what .to do with the child.” : “ Yon don’t mean to say that you are going to keep her!” “Yes,” Mrs. Evesham replied bravely, “I believe I am.” “Then all I can say, Esther, is, th a t you are mad, and I do not mean to waste any time over,a person devoid of common sense. .Wlnit excuse have you for such an act of folly?” “The child is motherless, friendless, homeless,” Mrs. Evesham pleaded. “Arid there are in this city of NewYork a hundred thousand in the same condi tion; Is th a t any reason, for you to turn,your house into adoundling hospi tal?” , “That awful fact does not absolve me from rescuing this one wee lamb from the storm.1” “One wee lamb; indeed!” Mr. Evc- slmm ejaculated, purple with indigna tion; “it's all very well to talk now that she is a baby, but what will you do when your one wee lamb grows old enough to go to school and wear dresses?. You’ll find your one wee lamb the dearest piece of mutton you ever bought in your life. Bee here; Esther, you know you have not (the means of clothing your own children without extraneous help.” ‘‘Are you alluding to the box of cast off rairhent you brought with you yes- terduy, Isnnc?” She was a t hay now and her eyes flashed with unwonted fire. “What if I iim?” he asked, doggedly. “Only this. Thut you can take the things back with.you to Buffalo. I was not too proud to accept them and should have foiiml them useful, but your coarse allusion to my need gives too strong a flavor of charity to your generosity. You may have paupers in yo.ur own city much more worthy of your bounty,” “Hundreds! I haven’t a doubt of it,” Mr. Evesham assented, utterly uncon scious of the sarcasm. “But that is \ J v e F Z “ HO YOU NOT ill, AIt?” neither here nor there. The question is, what are you going to do with this deserted child? Let me state my propo sition before yon decide. If you choose to behave in a sensible manner and place her in charge of the city author ities, I will continue to give you my protection and assistance, to Bid you in clothing and educating your chil dren, and, perhaps, to find a career for your son when he Is old enough to go out into the world; but if you obsti nately persist in encumbering yourself with her support, I shall decline, in the name of myself and family, ever again to hold communication with you. I t is a choice between the brat and m e !” He made t)ie “me” impressively em phatic, as though la his opinion aha had no Altsrn&tive. * The widow was very pals. Even the snapping of this slender, link which bound her to her husband’s kin hurt her keenly, hut she bravely raised her big, brown ©yes, wet with tears, and said: “I think, Isaac. I shall keep the baby.” 'An angry retort rose to the lumber' man’s lips, hut ere he could apeak he was shocked into silence by the startled attitude of bis sister-in-law, who stood before him as though petrified with fear, , “Esther,” he said, with some little compunction, “I didn’t quito mean to—” “Oh, hush!” she cried, laying her hand onbis Arm. “Are you deaf? Do you not hear?” The lumberman caught the infection of. the lady’s terror. “No! What? Where?” he gasped, staring in vain for an explanation. “Hark!” For a moment,, silence. Then, over tlieir heads came the sound of measured HE WAS VERY I1RAVE NOW THAT THE POLICEMAN WAS BY IDS SIDE. footsteps, as though some one was mov ing cautiously in the room above. ■ .“Gracious. Esther, how yon scared me. Is that all?” “ It is'in number six’,” she replied in a frightened whisper; ‘.‘the room is un occupied, the door is locked and I have the key in my pocket.” Mr. Isaac Evesham was prompt -in aefion. „ ' "You stand on the stairs here, Esther, to see tha t no one escapes by the front door, while I' fetch a policeman,” ho cried to the trembling widow, and be fore a word of expostulation could reach him, he had snatched his hut and was flying down the street rtt a rate highly creditable to Ills physical condi tion. / I t was not very heroic to leave tha woman to bear the brunt of the adven ture, but liis was uot the stuff of which heroes are made, and he inay be forgiv en if he preferred the common-sense view of personal danger over the stal wart shoulder of an officer of the law, It was very provoking- n e certuinly was not gone five minutes from the house; yet, when lie returned with n patrolman, lie found the frontdoor wide open and his sister-in-law lying on the stairs in a fainting fit, with two fright ened servant girls chafing hei hands and using other homely arts to revivo her. “IVhy are women such bundles ol nerves?” he quetied, petulantly, mop ping his face with a large bandanna handkerchief. “Ugh. you brute!” the pretty house maid flushed, indignantly, whereat ho collapsed into sullen indifference. Presently Esther’s eyes opened, and, with a long-drawn Bigh, she feebly nsked: “Is he gone?” , “Who?” , “The man.” “Whatman?” “The photographer.” “Now. bless my soul, wliat rank mad ness! 'Wliat hysterical nonsense!”.. Mr. Evesham ejaculated. “ Do for goodness’ sake try and be a woman, Esther—at least try ami.nofbc a woman, for they are all emotions—bu t try for just two minutes and be a sensible human being, and tell us what has happened.” By this time Mrs. Evesham was fast recovering full consciousness. “ I am sorry I was so vit alt,” site said, “but I was much frightened. You had hardly left the house when a man rushed down the stairs and passed out u t the front door,” “Man! Pshaw! AU imagination!'' the lumberman blurted' out, Indig nantly. “ I urn not quite, sure, of that," the of ficer interposed. “But why did you say you thought this man was a photog rapher, inarm?” “ I thought lie wab the person who came to photograph the body of a gen tleman who died in this house a few days ago.” was the quiet reply. “Oh, ball!” Isaac Evesham interrupt ed. i "She’s go t,th a t photographer on the brain, policeman. Why, it's only yesterday she told me a cock-and-bull story of him glaring a t her through a window, Uke a ghastly specter in a dime novel." “Yet you yourself heard the footsteps, Isaac.” “Oh, pshaw! I, don’t know about that; might have been some one next door. However, WfeWill soon find out.” lie was very -brave, now th a t the po liceman was by his side, ( to M b coktinukd .] l . ...... ' <;Y cwvMurrjiM “Sow do I look?” That depends, madam, upon how yon feel. 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