Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 14 December 1894 — Page 4
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QUEEN AND PAUPER.
1 havo gold a-plenty, aiul rich adorning. 1 order nil thing* to my wish, it seems. And yet I siin but a emiture mourn ins
A broken life and vanished dreams.
I have friends and lovers and kindred tender. They watch and ward each hair of my head. And yet in the midst of all my splendor
I envy a woman who asks for bread.
That beggar who walks with her rosy baby Clasped tight in arms that are worn und lean— She covets my comfort and wealth, it may be.
Yet I am a pauper, and she is a queen. —Ruth Hall in Good Housekeeping.
THE QUICKSAND.
Stoner had been a Texan ranger and could hold his own extremely well in that rough frontier country. He had carried off a pretty Spanish wife from the Chihuahua region years before, had brought her to the rocky Californian coast and had purchased a settler's claim and an old adobe house built by a Spanish hidalgo half a century agn.
Here ho fanned, raised cattlo on tho •unused government lands and kept a sort of rude hotel, for several mountain trails joined at that point tho broad highway which led from the county seat, 20 miles south, to the northern settlements in tho pineries. He had fivo daughters, too, the youngest, Theresa, I known as Ti :-sa, a girl of 17. That added to the attraction, and almost every night the dark eyed, half Spanish girls sang and danced, anrl old Stoner mana jed to hear all the news that was afloat, and somehow most of tho looso coin of tho region ultimately found its way into his pockets. He was a deep one, that same Ephraim Stoner, quiet, sly and patient, secret in his methods ajid deadly in his blow.
Stoners wife and his four elder daughters were uneducated and in complete subjection to his will, but Tessa had more brains and energy than all the others put together and quite as much beauty, so that the old Texan longer took a certain pride in her and had even allowed her to attend a distaut school for two years.
This midnight, when, as I have said, tho fitory begins, a person of a prying disposition might have discovered several interesting performances in progress around the Stoner adobe. On the north aide of tho house, quite in tho shadow, Tessa was leaning from her window, conversing in low tones with a blond, fair haired and sturdy young man on horseback. "Tom, you do not know my father. Ho is not tho careless, warm hearted Hum you suppose. I must admiro his ability, but that is all. I warn you, Tcin, there never was a moro dangerous man. Ho may be where he hears every •word you say, but if ho is ho will not »P"ak to you or to me about it, but if he knew that you cared for mo he would bo your enemy. Ho has other plans for me. Ho wants me to marry for money.''
Tom*Warreu had once been tho schoolteacher in tho mountain district, miles away, where Tessa had been ono of his pupils. Thrown upon his own resources from his childhood, ho had developed a stre.'»?g, earnest character and was alrp?viy so popular in the county that ho bad just been electod sheriff, although ths youngest man on tho ticket.
While Tessa and her lover wore talkin a scene of a far different nature was "being enacted on the south side of tho old adobe, which overlooked a deep ravine and a camp of five or six men in a JU Id below. For several years those men had apont their summers there, ostensibly hunting, fishing and exploring the country with thoir dogs and guns. Evry ono know them, and most persons liked them. Tessa did not.
Sterner, though it was midnight, sat in tho moonlight on an old rawhldo chair, outside tho door, smoking his pipr nnd meditating—a tough, sinewy, grizzled night owl of a man. "That infernal knuckle head at the sciuni? ought to havo reported beforo
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nowj" ho thought to himself as ho smoked. A man camo out of the brush and spoko deferentially: "Capt'n, good eveninl" "You're lato." "Dick was shot." "Well?" "Just as the driver throwed off the box. Shot by a passenger iu the neck and shoulder." "Ho mustn't stay here to get us into trouble. Take a boat and carry him to the point and leave him in the cave there.'' "Yes, capt'n." "How much was aboard?" "About $2,000 for the Josephine miners. "Send it over the cliff before morning, and I'll divide it up soon, but you bo extra careful. That new sheriff is a smart one." "All right, capt'n," and the man went back to the camp.
A moment later, just as Stoner was going back into the house, there was tho slow thud of a horse's hoofs, and Tom Warren, the young sheriff, rodo down the trail, around the corner of the old adobe building into the main county road that lay to the west. Ho had at last yielded to Tessa's entreaties to "go, go, this minute, Tom."
Impassible as Stoner was, ho felt a littlo startled by tho sight. "Where in the devil did you come from, sheriff? Anything up in this part of the country?" "Oli, no, not a particle. I've been visiting my old school in tho mountains and took the short trail home, down Cayucos."
This was plausible enough, for tli 10 was a blind trail that entered the canyon just east of the angle of tho house. Stoner felt a little relieved. "Won't you put up and stay with us all night?" "No, Mr. Stoner, I must go down to Kcstral to see friends there. It's only an hour's ride." "That settles it," thought Stoner. "Plenty of stout fellows to use as sheriff's deputies there. He has probably stumbled on traces and is going for
holp." He sat and smoked and slipped his hand back under his coat. "Easy to shoot the fellow," he said to himself. "Well, goodby, Stoner," said Warren suddenly. "I suppose the beach road is as good as ever?" "Perfectly safe, only when you cross Toro creek keep on tho sand bar. It as hard as iron. I crossed there todaj "Thank you. Adiosl"
Simple, smiling speech, these words of Stoner's, and yet they were intended to send Warren to his death more surely and safely than by bullet of pistol or pellet of secret poison.
Stoner toolc an extra swig of brandy and went to his rest. Warren rode down tho rugged hill to tho bottom of the ravine, then turned seaward, and at last the wide gulch opened broadly to the shore of tho Pacific.
Tho cliffs were from 50 to 300 feet high and full of waveworn caves. Warren drew rein on the beach, and for fully ten minutes watched the ocean sway and riv.o. His thoughts throbbed with dreams of Tessa. He would tako her away from her narrow and hurtful surroundings. Ho would lift her into happier and better circumstances. Ho would force Stoner's consent, marry her and make Iter happy.
H( jwle rapidly south, and in half an hour tho mouth of tho Toro appeared, in tho midst of sand dunes, breakers rolling in and the steady river flowing out. Hero was tho long sand bar, ten feet wide and stretching across hardly an inch higher than the watery surface.
Warren was beginning to havo some suspicions of Stoner, but not such as to lead him to doubt the simplo directions ho had received. Tho sand bar looked safe, but within a few days tho sea, as I Stoner knew, had swept it mightily, torn out tho long compacted bar and placed instead a quivering mass of auiqksand. sc treacherous, that not even
a light footed rabbit could cross"without being swallowed up and dragged bodily down. Warren rode swiftly forward. He had crossed sand bars hundreds of times. Some horses would have been wiser, but the animal he rode had been bred in tho valley.
The approach to the bar was hard for a few rods as ho galloped on. Suddenly, in one heartbreaking, breathless descent, noiseless, but unutterably dreadful, Tom Warren's horse went down, down, and the soft, slimy sand came up to his mane. He shrieked out that ghastly cry of appeal and agony that a desperate, dying horse will sometimes utter.
Tom knew tho peril. He had thrown his feet from tho stirrups and drawn them up at the first downward throb, but tho sand began to grasp him also. Ho threw himself flat on his breast and tore himself loo?efrom the poor animal, over whose back the mingled sand and water were running, as it rolled from side to side in ineffectual struggles to escape.
Tom spread himself out over as much surface as possible, but slowly, resistlessly, the mighty force drew him downward. The hard beach was only ten feet distant, but practically tho chasm Was impassable. Ho felt the horse siiik out of sight. The sand gripped his own knees and arms, his thighs and shoulders. Two inches more, and the end by suffocation was inevitable. Up to this time he had not shouted. Only his horse's wild death scream had told of the tragedy. What was tho use? Who would be passing along that lonely road? Then he thought of Tessa and of life. He raised his voice in a clear, strong shout for help, again and again repeated.
Far off along the deep ravine came a cry in response and a horse's hurrying feet, and hope awoke in his hoart. The margin of life was five minutes now— not. longer. Faster, faster, oh, fearless rider! "Tom, whero are you?" "Here, Tessa. Don't como too near.
But the mountain girl knew the danger. Creeping down stairs for a drink of water, she had heard her father's words to Warren, had thrown a shawl about her shoulders and run to tho pasture. Then she caught her pet horse, sprang upon his unsaddled back, seized a riata as she passed the stable and galloped at the utmost speed down the ravine, hoping against hope, for many minutes had necessarily elapsed since Warren started.
She sprang to tho ground and tossed the rawhide rope to the one arm ho held above the sand. She folded her shawl and put it over her horse's shoulders and tied the riata around like a collar. Then she led him slowly away from tho quicksands, and Warren thought his arm would break, but slowly, reluctantly, painfully, the sand gave up its prey. "Your father told me to take this road, Tossa, said the young sheriff. "Yes, I know that, and I heard one of the men tell him today that the bar was swept out.''
There was a long silence between them. "Tessa, go with me to San Luis," said Warren, "and let us be married."
And Tessa went. Old Stoner heard tho news a fow days later. Within an hour he had "retired from business. The camp was broken up, the hunters disappeared, mysterious lights flashed at intervals all night from the points of the cliff, and tho next day old Stoner himself disappeared, leaving his family, the ranch and the live stock.
It was said that ho made tho best of his way to Mexico, and finally to South America. The world is largo as yet, and men who have money can ramble over a good deal of it without finding a past they wish to escape from. But Tessa lives in her San Luis Obispo cottage, with orange trees over it, and La Marque roses on tho porch, and she thinks herself the happiest woman in California. —Belford's Magazine.
Considerate.
Mr. Bouncer—What did you get on to that table for? You're sureiy not afraid of a harmless little mouse.
Mrs. Bouncer (weighs 200 pounds)— I got up here because I was afraid I might step upon it and hurt it.—New York Journal.
SEELY'S SLICK STEAL
Even Chicago cannot hope to record a "greater" defalcation than that which is the talk of Gotham.—Boston Globe.
The trusted bank cashier will now have to take a back scat. Tho trusted bank bookkeeper is having his innings.—Philadelphia Inquirer.
It is still a mystery what became of tho $340,000 stolen from the Shoe and Leather bank of New York. Why, it took to its heels, of course.—St. Louis Star-Sayings.
The New York bookkeeper who lias disappeared with $315,000 of tho bank's money must have been a mighty good hand at figures.—Louisville Courier-Jmir-nal.
The question which tho defalcation at the Shoe and Leather bank has suggested to everybody is why the inspection of tho books which revealofi' the fraud was not made sooner.—New York Post.
A bookkeeper afc $1,800 a year who demonstrates his ability to steal $354,000 in ten ye.-irs is not without redeeming qualities. lie has at least the distinction of boing an object lessen.—Commercial Advertiser.
There is certainly something the matter with the shape of a man's head when ho steals $100,000 and gives all but $10,000 to his accomplice, as Bank Defaulter Soely of New York is said to havo dono.—Chicago Mail.
The latest bank defalcation is of sufficient proportions to direct tho attention of bank officials to their bookkeepers as well as to their cashiers and tellers. Tho lesson hero taught is a useful one, but it is rather expensive.—.Boston Herald.
Seely's crime will elicit the usual comments regarding the temptations that boset hank subordinates, but it is only just to them as a class to say that, considering tho opportunities, their sins are remarkably few and far between.—ltochoster Herald. ,,,
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What is known of tho Seely caso favors th§ opinion that but for a move on tho part oT tho bank officials, quite apart from a suspicion that anything was wrong, tho guilty bookkeeper could have safely conducted his operations indefinitely.—Philadelphia Bulletin.
That the bank examiners aro equal to the detection of all the tricks of scoundrelly bank employees is abundantly disproved by occasional defalcations like that of Soely. The lesson of this gigantic steal is that there is still room for improvement in tho best hanking system yet known.—Philadelphia Times.
Tho weak spot in this caso, as in the frequent cases of which this is a type, is tho failure to surround trusted employees with those safeguards which remove temptation by rendering successful crimo impossible. The best of men may yield to temptation, nnd those who subject them to such tests unnecessarily are not free from guilt in the malter.—Boston Post.
That such a man could extend his operations over eight years and make off with tho bank's entire surplus of about $200,000, and dip into its capital to the extent of about $154,000, and only be found out then by the chance determination of tho directors to alter their plan of having tho books kept, is an astonishing and a disquieting fact.—Springfield (Mass.) Republican.
PRINCE BISMARCK.
Here 'tis again. 'All that I am I owe to my wife," says Prince Bismarck.—Boston Herald.
Germany's grand old man is widowed. The sympathy of tho world is with Bismarck over the death of his princess wife. —New York World.
It is said that Prince Bismarck is firmly convinced that he will die beforo tho end of 1894 ami has been so convinced for a number of ycie.—JJoston Globe.
The hardest blow that has ever fallen on Bismarck is the death of his wife, who has been his closest friend since tho days when he was unknown to fame. No loss of tho favor of tho throne could affect him like tho loss of his companion.—New York Advertiser.
LIGHT AND AIRY.
IllUHionfi.
How sweet the illusion v. That heaven is Mich When l)hi!j eyes beguiling
Tho gold stars outvie!
When rosy lijwt, smiling. Beguile villi a kiss, 'Tis no more rn illusion— 'Tin heaven's own bliss. —Brooklyn Life.
A Question of Recognition. Miss Kitty—Mamma, will wo know folks in heaven, same as wo do here?
Mamma—I think there is no doubt of that, my dear. "Will I know .Tano Gopplins?" "Who is Jane Gopplins?" "She's the big freckled girl that lives over the grocery store down the street." "If you are both good enough to go to heaven, my dear, you will certainly know her.'' (After somo moments of profound cogitation) "I won't havo to speak to her, will I, mamma?"—Chicago Tribune. ,,
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iiank Closed Up.
KEARNEY, Neb., Deo. 14.—The Kearney National bank closed its doors yesterday. The liabilities, as near as can now be ascertained, are about $125,000 the county losos $10,000 ana the city $2,000. The suspension was caused by a rumor set afloat three or four days ago, when it was alleged a couple of the directors made largo transfers of property. There has been a steady pulling out since then rather than a sudden or unexpected run. None of the business houses have closed so far and there aro no indications of a run on tho other banks.
Killed His Wife and Sliot Himself.
MONTGOMKKY, Ala., Dec. 14.—News reached this city from/jWharton's plantation near Wetumka, that Taylor Townsend, colored, who. last September, killed James Crenshaw, colored, and ran away, returned last night, quarreled with his wife, Mattie Taylor, an industrious colored woman, shot and killed her and then shot himself. He is not expected to live.
Accused of Assassination.
NASHVILLE, Dee. 14.—t-Jeorge Butler, father-in-law of W. L. Bromley of Henry counlv, who was called to his door and sliuo down Wednesday nighc, is suspected of the deed, and a warrant has been sworn out for his arrest by his daughter, tho dead man's wife. Butler had accused Bromley of burning his barn
Cash in tho Treasury.
WASHINGTON, Dec. 14.—Tho cash balance in tho treasury yesterday was $155,025,321 not gold *104,888,022. This, however, does not includo withdrawals Wednesday and yesterday, amounting to $8,750,000, leaving the true amount of the not gold balance ftlOl.188,022.
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FKEMONT, O., DOC. 14.—Luoas Brothers, hardware dealers, assigned yesterday to C. L. (iarver. Liabilities about $5,000 assets unknown.
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LAPOUT«. Tu'd., 'O. 14.—Mrs. of Michigan City was inst.'.ntly yesterday by killing uowusuurs.
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No more along the broad highway We see the maiden 11 v. The tired machine is put away.
The bloomers are put by, And she is in the ballroom gay Among the giddy throng In gown cut en decollete,
With train a fathom long. —New York Press.
A Sudden Impulse.
Socks—Buskin, my boy, I was astonished to learn just now that you ran oil tho staxe in tin: middle of a scene last night, overcomo by nervousness.
Buskin—A veteran like mesolf attacked by stage affright? By the gods, no! Go to, good Socks!
Hocks—Well, what was the matter, then? Buskin—A boy in the gallery gave so good an imitation of a locomotive whistle that I made an involuntary rush to catch tho train.—Tit-Bits.
A Terrible Accident.
Why runs tho trump with such great speed? Why chokes lie down that nob? What has he struck 'twere 'gainst his creed?
Alas, he struck a job I
—Svracuse Tost.
Moved.
She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Don't," sho implored, "be so cold with me."
Tears gathered, clung for an instant to her trembling lashes and then coursed down her check. "People will think wo aro just married, she faltered.
He started at her words, paled, hesitated a moment, gathered her in a warm embrace and kissed her violently. Detroit Tribune.
Tho Drawback.
The sexes e:ni never lie truly eiiunl, No matter what's written and said and done, While the wiUjraie.-C man has l'mirtcea pockets
And the cleverest woman has none.
—Ijife.
Ho Won't Nrtul Any
"Suits should be worn on the body, shouldn't 1 hey?" "Why, of course!" "That's ""hat. I say, too, but everybody is saying that young Masliam has a breach of promise suit on his hands.-New lorlt. Press.