Decatur Eagle, Volume 13, Number 33, Decatur, Adams County, 26 November 1869 — Page 1

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>tlrrt Jhunj. THE BROKEX HOME. — ‘TRUTH STRANGER THAN FICTION’ In San Francisco, on the north side of Folsom street, overlooking Mission Bay,-stands a palatial residence. The interior of this house is even more beautiful than its exterior, every apartment being in its way a magnificence and refinement. The library especially realizes the most perfect ideal of an elegant and cultured home. And yet, at the moment we look in upon him—one August after noon, as he occupied his library—the proprietor of all this wealth ap peared of all men the most miserable. He was Mr. Morton Preble, for many years a leading banker of San Francisco. It was in vain that the broad bay-window at the south end of the room bad been opened, giving ingress to the sunshine and the fragrance of rare flowers—in vain that the walls were lined with rich ly carved book-cases and paintings —in vain that soft couches and luxurious chairs had been gathered around him. He was wretched. He lay on a sofa, in the depths of the great bay-window, the wreck of a onCe powerful man. His fig ure was thin and gaunt; his face white as marble; his eyes having an expression of wofnl apprehen sion of harrowing anxiety oi dread ful expectancy. It was evident at a glance that no merely physical ailment bad made him what he was. By what withering secret, by what destroying afllicition, had he been thus agonized ? thus haunted ? thus hunted ‘r lie so noble and good ! he so wealthy and distinguished! As he moved restlessly upon his luxurious cushion the pretty clock on the mantel piece struck five, every stroke seeming to fall like a hammer upon the heart of the nervous invalid. He aroused hinisslf, struggleing feebly to a silting posture. ‘“Oh, will this fatal daj’ never, never pass?" he murmured; “nor bring us relict ?" Noticing with a nervous start that he was alone, be touched a bell upon a table before him, and called : “Helen, Helen ! where arc you ?" Before the echoes of his voice bad died out a step was heard, and his wife entered his presence. “I left you only for a moment, Morton,’’she said, advancing to the banker's side. “You vfere dozing. I think I wished to send for the doctor!” She was a beautiful woman, of some six and thirty years, grace fid, with broad white brows, and loving eyes, in which the brightness and sweetness of a sunshiny nature were still perceptible, under a grief and anxiety no poignant than that evinced by her husband.--•■The doctor!’’ he echoed, halfreproachfully. “Yes, dear,” she said, in a calm and cheerful voice, ns she drew a chair to the side of the sofa, and sat down, stroking the corrugated forehead of the invalid with a magnetic touch. “He will be here immediately. Your last nervous crisis alarmed me. You may become seriously ill!’’ Mr. Preble bestowed an affectionate look upon his wife, but saifl despondently: “The doctor! He cannot ‘minister to a mind diseased!’ Oh, il these long hours would only pass! If I only knew what the day has yet in store for us!” “Look up, Morton !” enjoined Mrs. Preble, with a reverently trustful glance upward through the open window at the blue sky. and as il looking beyond the azure clouds therein. “Let us appeal from the injustice ami wickedness of earth to the goodness andmcr cy Heaven!” The banker gave a low. sobbiug si g ,L •• I cannot look tip. Helen,” lu answered, with a passionate tre m<>r in liis voice—“only down, down at the grave that is open be fore me.” Mrs. Preble continneil to stroke his forehead softly, while she lift ed her pale face to the sunlight streaming into the apartment. -Look up. Morton—always look up!” she again eqjoineil upou Uninvalid. “During all these four i teen Years of n*ony. 1 hare not , once doubted either the goodness or the justice of Heaven. “Blessed are they that mourn; for thej shall be comforted.’ I befieve that we shall yet rejoice more keen ly than we have mourned, and that

we shall come to a glorious day of joy beyond all this long night ( of sorrow;” The face of the invalid lighted : up with an answering glow, and , he murmured: “Glorious faith ! My wife, you are ineded a blessed comforter! Perhaps, after all, you are right!” A knock resounded on a side door at this juncture, and the next moment Dr. Hutton, the family physician, tor whom Mrs Preble had sent, entered the room. He was an old man, portly in figure, with white hair and beard, but with a fresh and ruddy complexion, a pair of shrewd blue eyes, and with an exuberant boyishness ot manner that sat well upon him. He had a kind heart and a clear head. He approached the sofa, after greeting the husband and j wife, and lifted the thin restless! hand of the invalid, feeling his ; pulse. “Quite a high fever,’ he said, after a brief pause. “Worrying again, eh, Mr. Preble? You are wearing yourself out. Medicine will do you no good so long as your mind is in its present condition. I mustgiveyou an opiate—” “Not now, doctor,” interposed the banker. “1 cannot—must not—sleep to di>y ! I need to be broad awake now, for I cannot tell at any moment what the next may bring forth. I am looking for the culmination of years of anguish—for the crowning agony of the whole. Perhaps even now —Ah, what was that?” * He started up wildly, and then, as the sound that had disturbed him was not repeated, he sank back agairt on his cushion, pallid and panting. 'rhe doctor looked at Mrs. Preble with an anxious, questoining glance. “It is the anniversary,” she replied to his unspoken inquiry—“the anniversary of our loss.” “Ah, yes,” said the doctor. “I remember.” “Yes. it's another of those terrible days,” cried the banker, in a hollow whisper “Sit down, doc tor, and I will tell jou the whole story. I can think of nothing else to-day, and am almost wild with apprehension and anxiety. Sit down.” Dr. Hutton drew up a chair and seated himself, his face ex pressing the double solicitude of a friend and physician. “Yon knew us fourteen years ago, doctor,” said Mr. Preble. “We lived then where we do now, in a cottage 6n the site of this ureat mansion. There were i but three of ns—Helen and I, and our three-year old Jessie. And it I was fourteen years aso to-day that on r little Jessie was stolen from us.” -I remember it,” said the doctor softly. “Yet might she not have been lost. Mr. Preble? She went out to play in the garden, if I remember rightly, and was nt ver seen by you again. She might have strayed away—” “So we thought for a whole year, doctor,” interrupted the i banker. “We never dreamed that she had been stolen. We search ed everywhere for her. anti offered immense rewards for her recovery. I employed detectives, but all to no purpose. When our little Jessie ran down the steps into that flower-garden.” and he pointed to the front of the house, -as if the earth had opened ami swallowed her up, we never saw her again.’.’ “She must have found the gate open, and wandered out," suggest ed Dr. Hutton. “She might have strolled down to the waters and been drowned.” The banker fixeti his burning eyes upon the physician's face, and whispered: “I said we never saw the poor child again. I di«i not say we had not heard of her. She was lost on the 9th of August. 1854. , For a year we thought her dead. But on the anniversary of our loss we received a written message con- i cerning her.” -A message!” cried Dr. Hutton, starting. ••A mere scrawl—a single line in a hand evidently disguised,”; said the Imnker. -Here it is.” He produced a dingy scrap of -paper from a drawer in the table, and held it up to 4he view of the physician, who read as follows : “August 9,1855. Jertie, ha.ha!Jeirie." Dr. Hutton looked, with a puzzled air. from the scrap of pa|»er. I which he turned over and over, to the countenance of the banker. “I can make nothing of this." he declared. “It is merely a date with the name of your lust daugh ter. It tells me nothing.” -Nor did it us. at first." said Mr. Preble. “Then that name and that date, with the demon laugh set us to thinking. A whole year we agonized over the dreadful problem, and then we received an

: other message, which you shall . see.” He thrust a second slip of paper identical in shape and appearance with the first, before the gaze of Dr. Hutton, who read it aloud : “August 9, 1856. Your Jette itill livet.’’ : The physician started, as if elec- ! trifled. “Ah ! this is something definite ‘ —something decisive,” he muttered. ‘-It convinced you that your daughter was stdl living.” “Yes, doctor,” said Mr. Preble, “and every anniversary of that day has brought us some message. The disappearance of the child, mysterious as it is, does not seem to me half so strange as that the villain who took her away could contrive to communicate with ns ' every year since, and always on a | j particular day—the anniversary of j that on which she was stolen—- ■ without onr being able to discover who he is. And a still greater wonder to me is what can be his : motive, It seems incredible. If i it was stated in a novel many people would not believe it. But ‘truth is stranger than fiction?” Mrs. Preble drew from her hus- ; band's breastpocket his note- book, opened it to the proper page, and presented jt to the physician. Dr. Hutton adjusted his spectacles, glanced over the page, and then slow'y read the group of en tries aloud The entry the first year is as follows : “Augtxat 9, 1555. Jettie, ha, ha.' Jeitie! And the next year it is—“A«eu»t 9,185(1. Your Josie still lira." And the next—“Ang|l«t 9, 1857. She uin good hands.'" And the next—- “ August 9, 1858. She u well as erer.’" And the next—- “ August 9, 1859. IMW her jrstfrday!" And the next — u An<Ußt 9, IS6Os She a trowing rapidly!" j And the next—“Auanat 9, IS3I. 'She continue* to do loelV' 1 And the next—‘‘August 9, 1562. I've *een her agnin!" And tlie next — “Au®nst 9, IS63* She’s beconiing a woman!" And the next—- “ August 9, 1864. Your child is thirteen.'” And the next — “August 9, 1895. She's lovelier them ever.'” And the next — “August 9, 1866. Sl«*4 really charming”' And last year it is—- “ August 9, 1867. My reward is at hand.'” And what shall we get to-day! The physician* looked up and fixed his thoughtful gaze upon the ' bereaved husband and wife. “How did these messages come * to you ?” he demanded. “Invariably by post,” replied i Mr. Preble. “Usually to the house j but sometimes to the office.” "And you have never seen their author?” “•Never!” “The last of them, I sec, is dat- • ed a year ago to-day.” “Yes, yes," faltered the banker, “and the time has come for another message. This is the 9th of August, 1868!” “I see,” said Dr Hutton. “And this is the secret of your terrible ' excitement! You are expecting to receive to-day another of these strange messages!” There was a brief silence. Mrs. Preble's hand fluttered in its task. | and her face grew very pale. The banker breathed gaspingly. The physician regarded them both in ' friendly sympathy. ““We shall hear of her again to-1 day,” said Mr. Preble; “and what will the message be?” The mother averted her face. ' Her brave heart faltered aa that question echoed in her soul. “The w/iter of these letters is unquestionably the abductor of your chi.d!” said Dr. Hutton. ••Have you any suspicion as to his identiiy ?" “Not the slightest.'* said Mr. ! Preble. “We have puzzled ov/r the problem for many years, but i i we can not guess who he is." “Think.' said thedoctor. “Have you no enemy ? I do not mean people with whom you are not i friendly—every stirring man has \ plenty of these—but a downright enemy f Is there no man whom 1 you knew in the East who hated No one against whom you were railed to testify—no one wh<»rn you possibly injured ?” The banker shook I.is head. ’ He had asked himself all these questions repeatedly. “I have no such enemy. doc-’J tor." he answered n ith sincerity ■ of voice and manner “And Mrs. Preble’?” suggt*sted the doctor, turning to her. -Have you no rejected suitor who might be revengeful enough to desolate : your.home?” “No,” said the lady, “I was married early. Morton was my first !lover!” "This is strange—very strange!” muttered the doctor.” You are not conscious of Raving an enemy I in the world, apd yet you have au

enemy—a hidden foe—a fiend in I human form—who is working oilt against you a fearful hatred ! And ■ you have not the slightest suspicion as to whom he is ?” i “Not the slightest,” declared the ' banker.” ! “Not the slightest,” echoed Mrs. I Preble. “My husband hail a step- < brother who might have been capable of this infamy—but he is. 1 dead !” “The handwriting is not famil i iar ?” “No. It is merely a rude scrawl ; as you see,” said the banker. “It suggests nothing—except that it is evidently disguised ?” Again there was a profound si lence. “Our child is seventeen years , old now,” at length murmured i Mrs. Preble, her voice trembling. : She is on the threshold of woman- | hood. No doubt, during all these years, she has yearned for us. wherever she may be, as we have yearned for her!” “But where is she ?” asked the physician—and now his voice was i broken by his deep sympathy with : ( the agonized parents. “Where can she be ?” “Heaven only knows,” answer- ; ed the mother. “Perhaps in San I : Francisco—perhaps in some rude I hut in the interior, with some oh seure farmer, and under a name that is not Tiers! I think her ab ductor would have carried her to some lonely region of the interior, among the valleys and mountains. Yet I never see a young girl in the ; streets without turning to look at ■ her. I never hear a girlish voice • without listening eagerly, half fan eying that it may prove the voice of my lost Jessie!” L “Oh, pitying heaven!” sighed i Dr. Hutton, dashing a flood of, ■ tears from bis eyes. “Will this i i long agony never be over?” “We hope so, and even believe so.” answered Mrs. Preble, with , the firmness of an unfaltering trust in God’s mercy. “The last mes- , sage we received from our enemy 1 seems to point to some kind of a i change.” “True,” assented Dr. Hutton, . looking at the message in question “It is unlike the others. It says ■ that his “reward is at hand.’ He I means either that he intends to i ■ niarrv vour daughter, or that he ! | intends to demand money of you j for bringing her back—or both." | “We shall soon know ” said l Mrs Preble, with forced calmness : '••Today we shall have another j message no doubt. What will it be?” ' ' j The banker turned restlessly on , j his sofa, and his face grew even paler. “Whatever it is. let it come!" he murmured. “Anything can be j borne better than this ’awful sus pense. Let it come!” As if his impatient words had pTeeipitated a crisis, a step was I heard on the walk at this moment, ' and a ring at the front door fol- , lowed. “Another message,” breathed the banker. A servant entered, bearing a let ' ter, which he extended to Mr. Preble, saying: “The bearer is in the hall." With an eager gaze the banker glanced at the superscription of ' the missive. “It is from him he faltered. He tore the envelope open. It contained a slip of paper of | well-known shape and appearance, upon which was scrawled a single line, in an equally well known handwriting, winch the banker ex-1 hibited to his wife and the physi- ' cian. This line was as follows: “August 9, 1868. Atn'x I will calif' A shock of wonder and horror shook the three simultaneously. “Will call!" cried Mr. Preble, starting to his feet and glarii g o o wildly around. "Iscoming here?” cried Mrs Preble, also arising. “It seems so," said Dr. Hutton, i his eyes again reverting to the ’ metsage. ““He will lie here at six o'clock, and see ! it is six already !” Even as he spt ke, the dock on the niantt'lpiece commenced strik ing the appointed hour, aud at that instant heavy footsteps re sounded in the hall, approaching i the lilrary. “It is hnr cried the doctor, al so arising. As the last strode of the hour resounded, the door leading from the hall again o|»ened. One long and horrified glance cast the banker and his wife in that direction, and then she fell heavily to the floor. Her sense had left her. The above we publish as a specimen chapter; but the continuation of this story will be found only in the N. Y. Ledger. Ask for the num i bee dated December 4th, which can be had at any news office or book-

store. If you arc not within reach of a iiews oflicce, you" cflfii have the Ledger mailed to you for ore. year by sending three dollars to Robert Bonner, publisher, 182 M illiam street. New York. The Ledger pays more for original contributions than any other periodical in the world. It will publish none but th? very, very best, i Its moral tone is the purest, and its circulation the largest. Every body who takes it is happier for having it. Leon Lewis, Mrs. Hari riet Lewis, Mrs. South worth, Mr. I Cobb. Professor Peck. Mary Kyle i Dallas; Fanny Fern and Miss Dupuy will write only for the Ledger nereafter. Mr. Bonner, like other leading publishers, might issue three or five papers and magazines: but he prefers to concentrate all his eueri gies upon one, and in that way to make it the best. One Dexter is ! worth more than three or five ordinary horses. Onescienee only enn one genius fit, So vast is art, so Harrow human wit. The Grain Trade. The total crop of the country is estimated at some 1,400,000,000 1 bushels of grain, of which wheat I is 350,000,000, and corn 800,000,000. The breadstuff's traffic is a leading business in the northern States, and every new channel of trade is opened with reference to 4- Lt is estimated that it costs about half the seaboard price of : grain to transport it from the Mis sissippi to New York, so that a i far-west farmer works six months ,to ship his crop to market. On ’ the long and competing lines th«, rates of transportation are low, ■ but for short distances, and on lines where there is no competi-. lion, the charges are put tip.. You j may send a barrel of flour across the continent for a sum less than : yeu would pay to transport it a ! score of miles in the country.— Here it is, in this distribution of | breadstuff’s, that the railroads com- ‘ pensate themselves for the losses ■ made on the long routes. It is not surprising that they oppose the pro rata system —a system ■ which has no existence anywhere j unless established by law. ! The grain market of the world l is England. The grain region of I the World is in Russia and in this country. If we would compete 1 with Russia for the trade that is t legitimately ours, we must have cheap transportation at Lome, and : this is secured by enlarging and increasing all the facilities of land I or water carriage that we possess, i — Buffalo Courier. Another Infitteil Man, — The resignation of General Butterfield, Assistant United States ' Treasurer al New York, lias finally been accepted and his successor appointed. There are a great i numljiter of men in the great com- . mereial emporium eminently fitted for the position and whose appointment would have been creditable to the administration. But it appears* that this class was passed over, and, according to the Washington correspondent of the Cincinnati Co/nnierciW. the President I has appointed Mr. Charles T. Fol ger to the position. The following are the enumerated qualifies tions of Mr. Folger for the place: A member ot the Senate of New York for the past six years, and ’ elected for another the recent election. A lawyer by pro- : session. but a politician by practice. And the Commercial correspondent adds, he is said to ba unfitted for the position, hut was ' appointed at the request of Secretary Fish. Governor Morgan and i Senator Conkling. When such men are appointed, meje politicians, and with no other recommendation, is it any wonder that the public interests suffer ? —State Sentinel. Fanny Fern thinks “there is no man who would not rather be shared by a woman than to have a great Inhering man pawing about his jugular vein, and poking him in the ribs to get up when another man's turn camo. I Don't say I how his wife might like it, but I am sure he would ; and as to his wife, why—Ahe could shave some other man, couldn't she ?” Reai; Admiral Stewart, who died in Bordentown, New JeiS*?v, on Saturday, was the oldest officer of the ser\ ice, either in the army or navy, having entered the navy in 1756. Rear Admiral William B. Shubriclc is now the oldest in either branch of the service, having entered in 1806. The late election excitement in New York has brought out a statement that Mr. Cfreeley has never accounted for the “Irish Relief Fund" that went into bis bauds <ome years sgo. A Parisian epitaph runs thus: “M—, regretted by his mother and by his father. N. B —lt is by tba desire of the family that the moth- , er is’first mentioned •« regretting her son." 'I

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