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Cincinnati Weekly Enquirer (Newspaper) - October 31, 1877, Cincinnati, OhioA a a vol. Xxxvii no. 14.wednesday morning october 31. 1877. Whole no. 2108. From the Atlantic monthly or november autumnal pokm8. India Bianca mailed to a drowsy fire one vaguely aet a the ran in heaven where Thea Broad Emory Ltee Ever brooding at the horizon a a bound and through the gaunt Knoll on monotonous Leaa. Or through Damp desolate Woodlands naked tree round Rasilla the Brittle ruin Alon like signs from Tutlo ruin along the ground spirits of perished hours resound melodies of the Breeze the melancholy melodies d world wears squares exist we met dim glimmering on its thorny stalk dome Pule intangible Rose with leave of Mist a Egoar Fawcett. N. November. When Thistle blows do lightly float about the pasture height and thrills the Hawk a parting note and creeps the Frost at night then Hilly to though singing so and whistle As 1 May e there comes again the old heart pain through All the Livelong Day. In High wind creaks the leafless tree and gods the fading Fern the knolls Are Dun As Snow Clouds be and a cold that Sun docs Burn. Then to. Hollo though calling so 1 can not keep it Down the tears arise unt Ltd my eyes and thoughts ate chill and Brown. Mar in the Cedars duty stoles. Where the Sere ground Vine weaves the Partridge Drums funereal Rolls above the fallen leaves. And hip hip to though cheering so it stills no Whit the pain for drip drip drip from Bare Branch up 1 hear the years last rain. So drive the cold cows from the Hill and Call the wet sheep in and let their stamping Clatter fill the Burn w the warming Din. And to Folk to though it is so that we no More May roam. We still will find a cheerful mind around the file at Home l Cleveland the walking Fern. Chapter i. Tlle botanical class excited quite a juror the Woods and Fields were hunted for rare specimens. One lady studied herself in in a week. Maria and Margaret together in this As in every thing else planned u Day in the Woods in search of the tare a selenium Rhino no illum or walking Fern. Neither of them had Ever seen it new did their teacher know where it was to be found. He had indeed heard it grew upon a single Rock near a smal i Pond in Denham Woods. But the Denham Woods were Large with half a dozen Ponds in them Ami to Fiad it would require much walking and a Long search. He had suggested a botanical picnic in which the class should All go together to the Woods some Fine Day to look for it. But my ria and Margaret Felt the spirit of discovery Strong in their hearts and determined to have the sole Honor of finding this desired Plant. It is not alone in geographical discoveries that emulation exists its spirit extends to All the minute of science indeed of life a very villager desires in some Way to be Dis Tinct from his fellow so in starting ahead of their class those Young ladies hut proved their common origin with the rest of Man kind i at us Iki he this spirit of emulation did not descend from that animal whose Only motive seems mischief. Without confiding their intentions to any one even the look of whom was bagged a provident lunch Banket they started Early after breakfast one morning for a Day pleasuring. A do not look for be till night Mamma a cried Margaret As the Gate clicked behind her. This Young girl was Small and fair with a profusion of Light Flaxen hair which pave her a still younger look and made her infantile ways and expressions seem Lese inappropriate. But with All her childish ways she had a certain depth of insight breaking out in it alms of Wisdom far beyond her years. Maria met her dial Way Down the path. Slipping her Arm into Margaret she hurried the latter Forward without uttering a word. Accustomed to her companion s moods. Margaret in turn did act speak she Only pressed her companions Arm closely smiling toward her As Shedid at. Strangers puzzled Over tie Bond which United these two a so totally Maria was the Oracle of the Village full of arise sayings and looked up to by her companions with a certain Awe a Well now a a said she when having walked rapidly fifteen or Twenty minutes they approached the Border of the Wood. A Well a reiterated Margaretja Here we Are started at last and nobody the a then you did not Tell your Mother a a Maiu nin never auks. She knew you were to be with me and took it for granted we were after some Plant. Did you Tell any one where you were going a quot not i. 1 have found out that to Tell what i intend to do loses me the Power of doing it Margaret looked at her companion in some Surprise. 8be was accustomed to strange ideas from her but any thing quite As Meta typical As this she had never heard. Never a less she did not ask questions. Maria walked along in silent thought brushing aside the fallen leaves As she passed. She seemed desirous of pushing some troublesome thought aside. She had taken the lunch Basket which she declared to be no sort of inconvenience to her. With it in hand she walked so fast there was no Chance for conversation and frequently the windings of the Slighly trodden path hid her entirely from Margaret a View. At the end of half an hour the latter found her seated upon a fallen tree which Home storm had uprooted and thrown across the Way. Quot idler a exclaimed Maria touching Margaret Scheek with a bit of Brushwood. A already the Sun mounts in the heavens and a till the Way is Long before a a moderate Pace and a continuous one suits me Best. Yours is Breaks and halts. Let me take that Basket tossing off her Sun hat which the Shade of the Woods made unnecessary she placed the Basket on her Bead swung the hat Over her Arm and with hand on hip started merrily along singing a Utra la la tra la la a in a voice to full and melodious that even the squirrels stopped to listen. After a while she turned to Maria who was now in the rear and asked quot which Pond shall we vial first a a take them As they come. If i re Mem fear this path zigzags around them quot i should tav Zigzag i should need an Indian along to Zigzag me to the right place to you Sbal Lead the Maria came slowly up the girls seemed to have changed characters within half an hour. Maria so Wise so face from superstition no longer desired to lend the Way. A foreboding of evil seemed to hang Over her. At last in a half questioning half assertive tone she said a do you Ever have presentiment Margaret a a myriads but they never amount to any thing. I had a presentiment a few Days ago that our House was on fire and i ran All the Way Home to find ashes on every Hearth even the Kitchen fire was out and Cook fast asleep in her room. The More i Hove the less i care for a to Day since i came into this Wood i feel As i have never Felt before. Something seems pulling me Back telling me not to go on.�?�. �?o8tuff and nonsense Maria you be got an attack of dyspepsia. What did you eat for your breakfast let me recommend a diet of bran bread and water Shane to even allow you to eat fruit because it is cold and therefore not suited to your present condition. But Stop Here is a Partridge Herry take that the color is Good corresponds to your idea of what is and her peals of merry laughter rang through the Forest. Maria seemed to pick up courage. A i done to know what came Over me a she said. A come on a and she who a moment since had been so backward now resumed her usual manner and once again Margaret found it difficult to overtake her. A there is Lake number one a she soon cried a hurry Long and carefully they looked. They found Many varieties of Fern among them the delicate Maidenhair with its branching fronds and its Glossy Black stems but no walking Fern. A i now far is Lake number two a said Margaret at the end of their fruitless search. A i must have that a a third of a mile and number three is three quarters of a mile beyond that. Unless we find it at one of these two Points we shall have a Long tramp to the fourth Lake. These three arc All connected by Little streams and it is easy enough to find them but number four is an Independent Pond fed by under ground Springs. I have almost forgotten its direction it is so Many years since i came last. A a shall we be obliged to go that far do you think a a ooh i done to know a answered Maria carelessly. A discoverers do not count distances. When one sets out to find a new world or a new Fern he must keep on despite the changing Needle or tiresome a that is True hut my tramp has made me hungry and i Wisla to calculate for our Woodland hotel. A nonsense done talk of eating at this hour let us first find the Fern then we shall have Good a but eating gives a but eating brings weakness a retorted Maria who had resumed her own character and metaphysical style of replies. A let us refrain then but i Hope your walking Fern is not an edible that 1 shall be tempted to devour the moment i see it. Home plants have such a queer inviting look they seem to say a Home. Eat me then apparently struck by a new thought she added �?o1 suppose your Fern is Calle d walking because it compels people to walk so far for it a at the second Pond their Success was no better than at the first. Many plants new and curious to them they noticed for the first time hut did not Stop to gather then. Toward the third Pond Thoy approached with less accelerated Pace. Two disappointments had somewhat checked their ardor and led t hem to expect disappointment. The lunch Basket began to grow heavy and even Maria no longer indulged in Seii Tenor of hidden meaning As Margaret Agair. Hinted the propriety of eating. Neither did she assent and so the Basket was not opened the Friendship of these two girls was of a singular nature it was less that of Equality than that of mistress and maid. In Point of Fortune and of birth Margaret stood first yet Maria exercised a Sway Over iter that comes to the strongest will when any two Are United whether in Friendship in business or in marriage. Margaret who was again carrying the Basket merely slipped it from one Arm to the other and walked on. Again Maria appeared lost in deep thought. The changes which came Over that strange being this morning were something unusual. Margaret did not try to understand them. A what matters a she thought. A i shall live just As Long if i done to know exactly what has come of her. Of one thing i am sure it is nothing thus she showed her faithfulness without seeking that vivisection of the emotions demanded in some styles of Friendship. Another Short half hour Ami a gleam of Green through the Trees a glint of some thing glistening As the branches waved in the wind showed them Lake number three near at hand. A How Beautiful quot a Aid Margaret a they came to its Border. Maria stood silently looking into its Depths which even at the Shore Sank at once in a howl like depression far deeper than a Many a head. No gradual shelving of a Sandy Beach Here no slow a e Roach to its so called unfathomable Ness it at once Down Down not a Ripple stirred the water. The slight wind played its gentle pranks far above its surface tossing the leaves upon each other but not descending Low enough to Bend the shrubs at their feet., the Green of this Lake was of the same an Lucent Hue which secured for Lake a Jeorge its old time appellation of Lake sacrament and which endowed its v a stirs with a fabulous Sanctity in the eyes of its Early discoverers. Margaret had never before seen the like but Maria who had been to school on the shores of Lake Superior bad seen in that mat body of water and in some parts of Lake Michigan a similar purity and clearness. Is it not a fact that appreciation of Beauty grows upon us Maria to whom this Hue and clearness were no Novelty was More strongly moved by their contemplation than was Margaret the latter looked at them in a More utilitarian Light a what a Lovely Shade for a evening silk 1�?� she exclaimed. A to catch that Hue would make any dyers Fortune a Maria filled her soul with its hidden meaning and sighed on thinking it too profound to be rightly understood. It is easy to see that Maria was a full blooded Mystic ready at any moment to slip from the control of the body and soul alone mount the Blue empyrean. At Timas she longed for death in order to solve the mystery of life that she scarcely could refrain from hastening its hour. Margaret was a Butterfly Happy in the present and leaving the solution of Ufa a riddles a guessed Tiu the appointed hour. A but where now is your walking Fern a queried she. Yawning to hard As to stretch her pretty lips wide asunder. A i am hungry and tired and sleep a As you have said we can not eat till we find it i propose is give up the contemplation of this Dyc pot and begin our paying no attention to the contemptuous name bestowed by Margaret upon the Lake Maria turned slowly away and began to climb the bed of a Rocky Ravine from which the Waters had Long since dried. Margaret followed her climbing and Fulling Over the stones which even the Wear of the water had not deprived of a certain Sharpness. She groaned once or twice As her foot slipped or she bruised her hands in the ascent. About half Way up the Hill Maria stopped looked eagerly around made a Little exclamation and left the Ravine. Soon High above her head towered a giant Rock standing there alone some Bowlder brought Down on a Glacier and stranded. It was thickly covered with something Green that did not look like Moss. One could have fancied some mysterious Affinity Between the Rock and the Plant that had drawn the latter to pity the isolation of the Bowlder and to Rover its nakedness with its own Lovely verdure. 8o thought Margeret who while quite materialistic in her views still had a tinge of Romance like All Young girls in her heart which had been led in this direction by a chapter in her botany upon the loves of the plants. Quot come Here it is a called Maria and before Margaret gained sure footing upon the Bank she Hud climbed to a Little Knoll and with her hands clasped in an ecstasy of half Devotion stood looking Down upon the Leafy covering of the Rock. Long narrow Lanceolate leaves with a slender Stem like Apex that catching in the soil threw out tiny rootlets making Arches whose ends like those of the Rainbow were hidden from sight this was what Margaret saw the walking Fern. A now i shall eat my dinner a said practical Margaret. A i want to fill the Basket with these plants which i can not do until my lunch is taken out and then too the trowel is at the Bottom of the �?o8o you brought a trowel did you i never thought of a no i suppose not you doubtless thought the beetles or ants would help you and Yon would never have thought of lunch either or Basket. It is Well your Margaret a Loes not live in a does no to it look like a fairy Garden a said Maria scarcely drawn away by the Clatter Margaret made is sin unpacked the lunch. A yes and not any thing if you will Only come and eat. 1 am so hungry i shall not answer for your having any thing unless you Corne and she dropped Down on a bed of Moss beside the lunch. Before they had finished eating Thoy heard approaching footsteps and soon a Middle aged Man appeared in sight. His Long Gray Beard fell upon his breast ins head was bowed so that Only n Small portion of the lower part of his face was visible his hands were clasped behind his Back anal lie scarcely seemed conscious of the direction he was taking which brought him close to the Bowlder. Neither of the girls spoke but Margaret lightly pulled Maria a dress. As to herself she was somewhat startled to see this Man. When Almy thought themselves entirely alone. It was not that he should also be iii the Woods they had been brought up with the usual american fearlessness or perhaps 1 should say Confidence in the respect of men toward women but this Man was strangely dressed. Around his neck drooping Low upon his Beard a in which it Lay in Fine contrast wits a double stranded necklace of Rose hip. This wide a trimmed Straw hat was turned up on one Side and fastened in place by a Green Wreath which run around the Crown. The rest of his Hab aliments were of common order except the adornment of his Low sikhs upon which of a Artridge berries wire placed in form of a urge buckle. Just at the moment Maria Felt the Pul upon her dress the stranger looked up. A whom have we Here a he hastily cried then regaining ids startled composure he courteously lifted his hat and i wed profoundly disclosing a round full Moon face spite bronzed in cold or As such a shaped face should he. Clear Light Blue eyes gave rather cold look to an otherwise rub Cund countenance and in a different shaped face would Karve Given him the air of a detective. With hat removed he seemed a much younger Man than when he approached them. His hair was but Gray and his eyebrows did not possess that wild Bushy look so frequently seen As old a age approaches. He was evidently a Man who had cared for himself and whose hair Beard and eyebrows had not been left to negligently grow As they would hut had been trained and pruned in accordance with the Behest of civilization. Ilis eyebrows gave special in a location of this care. His tones of voice were those of a cultured Man and his appearance indicated a familiarity with the world. A you ladies doubtless belong to the University botanical class of which i have heard As i see you have found my favorite a selenium a a we came for it a replied Maria. A May i ask. Sir by what right you claim this Fern a a it has been mine As Long As i could see it every hour if i chose it is no longer mine if you care to remove a we do not wish it ally merely to replace our lunch with its fragrant a nah you Are a True Lover of nature if she thus admits you into her mysteries. Few people can perceive its odor. When i travelled in Tasmania i found a Fern of powerful fragrance. The Belles of that far off land wore it in their hair As a Charm and Long before meeting them one would be aware of their coming by its approaching a you have travelled a said Maria in whom the mention of far off lamps or Distant countries awakened vehement desire to also go. A years since a with a deprecatory wave of the hand a years since the wine of life lies on its Lees for me now except in these Woods. After fifty Man has few illusions left for three years i have not been outside these a and yet you keep your hold on the world a a through Means of a messenger whom i never Sec but who comes at stated periods with a few changes of clothing and a month old paper. Books i never read Only this Book a and he cast his eyes reverently around. A i keep out from the turmoil of the world for i read no news that is this strange Man threw himself upon the Iau strange Man Eirew Mysell upon the ground and looked confiding by into their faces. A a whim has seized me to Tell you my his to Vou life is yet full of illusions i have passed them by Aud had thought to go tory. Down to Ray grave unknowing and unknown. Your Bright Young faces have changed my without waiting for a reply he said quot i was one of a family in which were six boys and three girls. Our Nio Thor died when 1. The youngest was but three months Ouke Margaret was certain she raw a tsar in his Eye but at that moment a gust of wind threw a lock of hair across his face awl brushing it aside gave him a Chance to also Brush the tear away if it were there. Maria had noted nothing of the kind. A i lived i grew up and Here i am All the rest Are dead. Of six Strong boys and three Loving kind girls i alone am left i who was the Youngling the Motherless we were not a marrying family four of the boys and two of the girls chose a single life. One of my Brothers one of my Sisters and i myself were the exceptions. Better far better had we too obeyed the family instinct. The time comes in the histories of families when their thread should be dropped. The purpose of that line has been accomplished and any Effort to thwart Fate will be futile. The final hour of my fathers family had come. Nine children even were not a Power against that Power invisible. 8oon i shall be gone the last of my Maria a Eves had never moved from his face though now he had stopped a moment Margaret whispered a let us take our ferns and leave the tiresome old fellow to himself. Any one can see he is a mad the world is full of mad people this one is of a new order let us hear his Story a replied the Mystic Maria. Looking up at them he continued a fall lived to be Over sixty. My brother who married took to himself an insane wife. He did not know it neither did she. That her Mother died in a mad House had been carefully kept from the daughter. 8he had been educated abroad and was a most Lovely woman. Not one of my own Sisters was dearer to to. Every body loved her my Bachelor Brothers Felt they had a new Home and her husband was devoted to her. In Little Over a years time she Gnevo birth to a daughter soon after that strange form of insanity which sometimes comes on at such an hour held her in its grasp. My brother devoted himself to her hut after another year she died had worn herself out by the violence e of her paroxysms. My brother shortly followed her broken hearted the babe had not lived Long enough to make any at this Point the strange Man arose to ids feet walked toward the Lake seemingly about to seek its Depths then stopped turned about and soon resumed ins place. A there was one part of our family blotted out my brother a was the first Maria twisted a cohosh Plant growing near her and bruising its berries in her hands tossed the whole a in to the ground it fell at his feet. He locked up in apparent Surprise at seeing those two sitting there. A i hog your Pardon a he said a but did you wish any thing of to a a your Story a uttered Maria in a Low voice. Turning to Margaret she rapidly said a my presentiment is upon me. 1 must know this Man s a to what purpose we have sat Here half the afternoon and at the rate he talks it will be to Morrow night Ectore he �?o1 shall stay till then if it is a a what you Are madder than he How am i to get Home ? i have no fancy for these Woods at a much later the stranger had risen while this talk was going on and now stood a few Steps nearer to them i Hack against a tree. As Sohn As he saw them glance Tow Ard him he again began a two of my Bachelor Brothers who went abroad for cheer after this melancholy episode were lost at sea on their Way Home. The vessel was burned and Only one Man survived in a boat that was cast off. My Brothers had remained on Board perhaps happier to have died that Way terrible but Quick than to have lingered for weeks a prey to starvation the want of water and to be saved at last through eating their a what uncanny stories he tells us my blood grows chill Here in this Wood. He can to have had every bad experience can he a a i must hasten a he said As if divining her words. A my one remaining brother and two of my Sisters died of consumption. That left Anna and myself. We were both married. Annals husband was a Well to do Farmer but terribly close. He did not spare Lii self nor her. In that House Tipiere were no Leisure moments All was work. No books came in to music was heard no lightness nor Joy of any kind even no Young children but a Hoy was taken into the family w to grew up a perfect copy of my miters husband the same greed of Money the some hatred of learning the same anxiety to do hard work. It was one of the mysteries to me How it came about but finally annals husband determined to put his farm into that Hoy s Banda boy i Call him he was then thirty years old and my brother in Law sixty he determined i say to give every thing to the boy then before he died on condition of support for himself and Anna while they lived. It seemed a marvelous tiling for such a Man Todo and sometimes i thought he was More determined upon it because he knew his wife was much opposed to this a it was the pauper instinct a Suid Maria. �?o1 beg your Panion did i hear aright a a yes you heard aright you can not fail to have met with this instinct often and often. The desire of being supported the Protection of some Coly else the Freedom from care. It shows itself in various ways and is so lightly condemned that men even Pride themselves upon their begging Powers and Are sent for from far and near. Of yes the pauper instinct is Strong in some a my sister did not live to endure this shame Long. She died and i had no further interest in again the narrator walked toward the Lake again returned. A that left Only myself my wife and one Maria noticed that As he mentioned his wife a spasm passed Over his face contracting its Ruddy proportions till from a full Moon it Carne to have a look like that satellite in its third Quarter. Behind Ift its Shadow Lay Iris family. A but i must hurry ladies the Day Falls and you must go. To say that i loved my wife is nothing i worshipped her. And god always brings punishment upon those who adore a creature above the creator. I lost her lost her lost her quot and with the last words his voice Rose to a wailing cry and he tossed his arms frantically above his head. A it matters not How a he began after a few moments. A i lost her and i was mad with sorrow. I could not Bear to look upon my boy he wus very fair too fair for a boy a the picture of his Mother. So i placed him where he would receive Good care and i went abroad. I stayed for years i visited every land on the Globe but i could not banish her. Let me go where i would among the snows of 8iberia, on the desert of Sahara on ship and Shore she was with me. I tried to curse her memory but the words died on my lips for How can the seme lips bless and curse at the seme moment quot what do you think my age to be a said he abruptly changing the Subjec. A a a bout fifty you say a but that is Only in mortal years beside me the pyramids Are Young. I have passed through an cml less eternity since those hours a and a again he covered his face. A my wife she who once was my wife loved the walking Fern always on her worktable stood a Little is t of them and 1 helped her manage them so they should always look Corning to the Bowlder he picked a Leaf carried it to his nostril which dilated like Tuat of a Racehorse on its course As lie sniffed its odor then he threw it Down with an air of in try Ltd Ere he spoke again a when at last 1 returned to this country i will not say Home for All places and none Are Home to me now i could not find my son i had not written to him for Many years the family with whom i placed him were dead and nobody knew whether he too was dead or not. I Call him dead. This Bowlder of walking Fern is the Tombstone of All my Hopes and a nature has written the epitaph a Adieu a you who take of this take part of my sorrow unto yourselves. Nevertheless it is not mine it belongs to the world. Once More and forever us lieu a saying which he rapidly disappeared from their sight. A a queer Story and a Querrer said Margaret a not very romantic and quite incredible. Let us get our ferns and a hush 1 would not touch a Root for the world let us a what and leave All tins we have had such a tramp to get ? 1 shall take a take it men As your own. I am going Home a and gathering up her hat and the Light shawl she had worn about her Maria glided rapidly off in the direction whence they had come. A wait wait a cried Margaret hastily seizing the Basket and trowel a wait i a Hall he lost in these Woods a and. Forgetting her anxiety to carry Home a Fern she ran a idly after Maria leaving every Leal untouched. A it or ii. A i shall bring a gentleman Home to Suid Margaret a father one morning As he left the House. 8trangers to dinner were no unusual occurrence in that House and Margaret gave the Unno mement no second thought until she heart the Gate Click and saw her lather accompanied by a Young Man coining up the walk. A my daughter or. was her fathers simple introduction then he went out of the room. A a rather a bad fire tor your town a said or. Harris a must have Given your people smoothing to do a Hiie it a have you come about the tire a said Margaret. Who suddenly divined this was like expected agent of the insurance companies. A a not yes in fact i ant not the special agent but As 1 was travelling in the Vicinity our firm requested me to look into it. No special trouble about the valuation 1 think. Your father Leila me he is about the heaviest though possessing a spice of Romance in her composition Margaret was not looking for a Wjk Syible Lover in every Young gentleman she saw still this Young Man attracted her attention in an unusual degree. The tones of his voice seemed familiar even the expression of his Eye. Aud she puzzled herself during All the dinner hour upon the subject. With his departure she thought no More of it. Toward Wight Maria came in. Three months Lynul passed since their adventure in the Woods. The botanical class had disbanded without its proposed search and no a selenium graced any of its herbarium. These two friends still kept at work and had much to show for their labors. Quite a Long discussion took place this afternoon As to the Best method of securing Leaf impressions during which Margaret referred to the Lanceolate Leaf of the walking Fern. �?o1 met the walking Fern in the streets this afternoon somewhat rejuvenated and less adorned but still the same a said Maria. A what our Lunatic Friend of Green Pond you must have been a perhaps it was his wraith with a hint of the spirits eternal youth. About Twenty five now 1 should say iii age Cut half in two not so wild looking Brown hair and whiskers the same cold Blue eyes divining every thing at a Margaret looked at her in a surprised manner then a sudden glint of intelligence flitted across her face. She clapped her hands together saying a Titis he 1�?� a who have you too seen him a a the a lined a so he Liveson mortal food a it Couhig net have been his wraith a said the speculative Maria. A it seemed too soon a without inquiring into this mystical phrase Margaret a out i need a i was puzzled All dinner time be Ause he looked so familiar a something about his eyes his expression the tone of his voice. If old or. Walking Fern had not said lie had no relatives i should say this or. Harris was one of a it should not Surprise us to discover resemblances among the tens of millions of people in the world a said Maria who now evidently desired to remove from Margaret s mind the idea that she had just implanted there. A the wonder is there should Ever be any dissimilarity a replied Margaret Ever really to follow the Bent of Maria a mind. A does it not teach of the unseen the body builds itself upon the soul and so each body looks quite unlike every other one a continued Maria. A i a Long to pretend to know or care i leave All such speculations to your a inner what i want to know now is who is this or. Harris where did he come from where is he going to How came he to be travelling in this Vicinity and a what is he to the insurance company and i will find out at Tea time her father said a i have invited or Harris in this evening. He Senius to be a cultivate in fellow and bruces hotel is a dreary place for a decent written for the enquirer cornered. Between fort Duncan and Lares to Texas and Between the nieces River on the North Ami the Rio Grande on the South a weather Heaten wrinkled Fulcd old Man named Jim Watson went to bed one night a year ago the owner of a Fine ranch. He Hall thirty or forty horses several Hundred head of cattle three Hundred sheep several Good buildings a wife and son and he Hall several herdsmen in his employ. At Midnight the ranch was aroused by the tramp of horses the yells of men the bellowing of cattle and the Barking of a logs. A band of mexican cattle steamers had crossed the Rio Grande and i made a descent on the ranch. There wort at least forty of the marauders and a they had scarcely appeared before the herders escaped in the darkness leaving the old Man and his wife and son to defend the ranch. Defend is the word be Ause Watson was not the Man to see his property swept away without an Effort to hold it. As soon As he could realize the situation he armed himself and sallied out followed by his son a Young Man fifteen. Watson opened fire on the greasers at once and for a few minutes or until the enemy discovered that he had no hacking he drove them to cover killing one and wounding two. When the feeble nature of the defense was realized by the cattle steamers a portion of them attacked the House Killil the old woman and then fired tie Structure. The rest of the gang charged Watson and his son at the same time driving them from spot to spot and killing the Hoy As he was tiring from the cover of a Knoll. When old Jim was driven away he was to Umlett in two places had fired his last Cartridge and knew that wife and son were dead. Ilis buildings were ablaze his Stock in tin hands of the thieves and when Daylight came lie was a ruined Man. Not a horse steer or sheep was left on the place alive and burning brands alone marked the Sites of the comfortable buildings he had gathered around him. The cowardly herders crept Back when the Sun Rose and All danger had passed hut the old Man did not seem to see them. The bodies of wife and boy had been Flung upon the burning logs and a few Bones were alone visible among the glowing coals. The old Inan walked round and round the fires looked about him like one taking a Farewell View and the herders watched him As he disappeared in the direction of Laredo. A fortnight later the mexican ranch men along the san Juan River discovered that a fiend had been let Loose upon them. Cattle and horses were found dead upon the feeding grounds shot through the head i herders were missed hunted for and their a Lead bodies found the prey of wolves and Buzzards. Suspicion could Point to no one in particular. Strangers were Riding to and fro. Men came and went and no victim of the unknown Assassin Coull betray him. He made no mistakes. No Herder escaped with a wound to make a report no livestock out As pro the gang which attacked the texan ranch bad been made up along the san Juan River and from its Rise in the mountains to its Mouth m the Rio Grande Abov Camargo it was troubled by this fiend. Here and there herders told of seeing an old Man speeding along on a powerful Mustang but no one could head him off or overhaul him. If three or four Herder Siept with their feet to a Camp fire some of them never saw Daylight come. The living would rub sleep from their eyes to find that the fiend had crawled into Camp and stabbed one two or three of their comrades to the heart. A Lotie Herder Riding to head off a Stampede would disappear Over a Ridge and be seen no More alive. When men followed his Trail they found his dead body on the grass robbed of fire arms and every thing else Worth taking away. Somebody was doing terrible work and that somebody was old Jim Watson. He arrived at Brownsville about once a month to replenish his Stock of ammunition and to secure three or four Days rest and his friends knew very Well who it was that had rendered himself such a terror to the san Juan Valley. Robbed of wife Sun and All that made life pleasant the old texan had sworn to get even with the greasers. He was not a a even when a mexican paper at Monterey stated that the Midnight rider had killed in one month Twenty one horses Over fifty head of cattle and eleven herders and that he had poisoned Over five Hundred sheep and set fire to three or four store houses. The coining Winter made no difference with the work of the Avenger. Bands of greasers hunted for him. But could not find him. Herders surrounded thickets and gullies in which they were sure he was hiding hut lie was not there. Dead horses and cattle marked his route As he Rode up and Down the River crossing from Bank to Hank Ami not a week went by that some mexican was not found with a Bullet through his head. In january and february old Jim Watson was Laid a up in Brownsville with knife cuts Ami Bullet wounds. Those two months were marked in the Calendar of the 8an Juan Valley As without the death of a Herder or a head of live Stock. In March the old Man Selden la disappeared from Texas and before april w As ten Days old the ranch men of the san Jan were saying to each other in whispers a that mysterious Devil he is Here again a a a Herd of a Attie would be All right at Daybreak at Sunset a Hundred would be dead their bloated bodies and Glassy eyes furnishing proofs that Poison Hall been the Means used by the wily foe. Ranch men Riding along in the dusk of evening tumbled from their saddles dead before they reached the ground and when june came a Reward of $1,000 we As offered for the capture or death of the mysterious Assassin. Some one perhaps one of the party Rahling Jim Watson a ranch at last surmised that it must be Tilia old Man who was thus avenging his wrongs. Spies were sent into Brownsville and other River towns and they picked up a word Here and i a clue there and were at last certain of their Man. But identifying the old Man and doing for him were two different things. He Oid not remain in Texas when we Arneil that a Hundred greasers were on his track but when the spies thought him penned up in Brownsville he crossed the River and left his bloody Mark within a mile of its Bank. It was Only the other week that the Avenger was cornered. A hot Pursuit by a Well organized Force drove him to the head of the Valley and he finally sought Ostrer in the Mountain run a to the North West of Saltillo. Here with All chances of Retreat Cut off he stood at Bay Aud knew that his time had come. The raiding band of cattle stealer had killed his wife Aud son. In return he had killed Over forty mexicans. They had taken away his Stock and burned his ranch. In return he had destroyed More than two thousand head and had burned e Donen ranches and store houses. For every life he this Young a a Olio is going to entertain him your Lodge Nicht a quot sure enough i had forgotten that done to believe ill go. I want to get his opinion on Darwin a last Book and then we a have a quiet rubber of whist. Nobody plays that old fashioned game now but Harris casually mentioned his familiarity with a i believe that was the reason you invited him a Well i wonder if it was half the reason. I hate always to have a Doramy Gartner and old or. Penrose will be de gated. Here Bridget you just step into Penrose a and Tell him i have got a partner for him concluded Nixt week from the refuse matter left after distilling alcohol from grapes m. Carpene has succeeded in obtaining a red colouring liquid. This liquid dissolves readily in a weak solution of alcohol and May therefore be employed in imparting a desirable Hue to wine instead of the poisonous substances at present employed for that purpose. A. A sol m
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