Greenfield Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 19 May 1892 — Page 2

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CHAPTER VII.—CONTINUED, I As has been already described, this wretched woman had vowed vengeance against Paul, and all that belonged to him, ever since the memorable night on which he had dashed feer to the ground when caught in the dastardly act of stoning- the -drowning crew of the cutter. From that moment there was no villiany that Mother Lee would not have peretrated in order to affect his ruin, hus she had endeavored to swear away his life, together with that of Ned. in the false evidence given in the case of the burglary. She also had betrayed the secret of the cave and this night she intended to complete his ruin and death by an act of treachery still more diabolical.

Paul Grey, as is well known, was a daring and hitherto successful smuggler and whenever it had been necessary to run'.straight for Sandy (Cove on a dark and stormy night, when all other vessels would have avoided the coast, he could depend upon his knowledge of the locality, jand upon the fires which were generally lighted on the heights upon either side to guide the Polly into the entrance of tno bay.

Mother Lee felt certain that the Polly, being chased by the cruiser, Would, as ubual, run for the bay during the night, as the wind was blowing hard directly upon the shore therefore the cutter would hesitate to approach the rocks. She accordingly determined to arrange a enare that must inevitably wreck |he Polly and destroy all on board. {Having collected a large quantity of fuel, which she tied in many bundles, she left word in the village that she would take care of the tires as usual if a couple of men would give her a hand in carrying the fagots to the proper points: this was done without loss of time.

Immediately after dark, the old woman, unseen by anyone, busied herself in carrying several bundles of shavings and a quantity of barrel etav6s to the cliff against which, upon' a former occasion, the mast of the cutter had been dashed with the clinging orew.

Sne found tfye pile of fuel properly arranged by the fisherman upon the precipice overhanging the narrow entrance of the bay. On the opposite side, upon a corresponding height, they had piled the fagots for the parallel fire but this it was not Motner Lee's intention to Light. Guessing as nearly as possible •the width of the entrance to the bay, the old woman carried her fagots to an equal wilth from the fiiel already piled upon the tliff. Here she carefully arranged 'the shavings and the staves of tar barrels in readiness for the occasion.

Tnere were now thrae piles of fuel Instead of two thus, should that on the left of the bay remain dark while the other two on the right were -lighted, the unfortunate vessel, that might trust to the fires as guides, •would be led at full speed directly against the cliff, instead of to the mouth of the harbor. Such was the snare that the treachery

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ihag had designed. It was a dark night there was neither moon nor stars, and a heavy eurf roared against the rocks, while the cliffs trembled with each heavy shook as the waves dashed against their sides. "Ha, ha, ha!" chuckled the woman, as she leant over the pile of dry wood and smeared a quantity of fresh tar from a small keg upon the •shavings. "This'll make it burn brightly, and keep the fire alight till it's all over, I know. Mother Lee knows a trick or two,cuss them all!" she muttered, as she continued to dip small pieces of wood into the keg of tar, which she arranged beneath the pile, wiping her skinny fingers occasionally upon her tarred and greasy old rags, with which she was thickly clothed. "Mother Lee knows a trick or two," she continued. "I'll have revenge to-night. It was here down below I paid 'em out just here where the cutter's people caught it, cuss 'em all! and here, Paul Grey, you'll catch it too. It was here you 'laid hands on Mother Lee, and here 6he'll teach you that she knows a trick or two."

Thus the old woman muttered to herself as she arranged her yet unlighted beacons. She had prepared herself with about a gallon of tar, in order to keep up a strong blaze, by pouring it upon the fire whenever it should be required.

In the mean time the villagers had .gone to sleep, and the only persons who watched were Mother Lee upon the Point, asd Polly Grey from the cottage window Edith and her mother had retired to rest.

The wind had increased in violence, and nothing could be seen in the thick darkness. Mother Lee was shivering with cold, but she had never ceased nmtteriug curses through her chattering gums. "He's sure to come with this wind I never knew a stiff sou'-wester without some luck." These words had hardly escaped from her thin lips when a bright light flashed like a fiery thread into the dark clouds far out at sea. "Ha, ha, ha! There's a rocket! I said so I knew it here's luck from the old quarter. P'raps we'll catch 'em both p'raps it's the old story again, and the cutter's chasing then we'll catch 'em in the same net, and make a night of it. Here's luck from the sou'-west with a vengeance!"

As the excited old wretch now 'speculated with delight upon the probability of wrecking both vessels, be drew out a tinder box from a pocket in the many and intricate folds of her clothes, and, with

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hands trembling with devilish eagerness, she struck.a light with a flint and steel. "Rot the sparks,they won't catch!" exclaimed the old woman in a rage, as she vainly struck the flint, and cut her knuckles in the dark with the steel. At length the tinder caught, and, bhading the box carefully with her hands, she placed it under the shelter of the shavings beneath the pile she then blew the spark while she applied a match, and in a few seconds the tarred shavings took fire and ignited the entire pile. Taking a lighted stick from the fire, she carried it to the remaining beacon presently it blazed brightly,and the snare was completed.

Polly could see from the cottage window the rocket at sea, quickly answered by one from the coast guard station and by the beacons on the cliff, but she could not detect any unusual change in their position, as the entrance to the bay was so exceedingly narrow that the wrong direction of one fire could not be appreciated in the darkness. She accordingly waited in earnest expectation of Paul's safe arrival, as she knew that his vessel would sail straight for the entrance of the bay. Polly's heart beat so loudly that she could hear it throb as every half hour increased her anxiety, and, clasping her aching breast with her hands, she prayed fervently for her husband's safe return. Once she thought of waking Mrs. Jones and Edith, but on second thought she wished to clasp Paul in her arms on his arrival without other witnesses to her joy thus Edith and her mother slept soundly.

In the mean time the vessel neared the shore, running straight for the beacons at about ten knots an hour. Mother stood upon the cliff, and vainly strove to pierce the darkness. "She can't be far off," said the old woman "I'll put another dose of tar upon the fires to give e'm a blaze. That'll do it!" she muttered "ha, ha, ha! Mother Lee knows a trick or two, cuss 'em all!" She chuckled as she poured a quantity of tar upon the second fire at the point of the harbor's mouth, which was followed by a roar of flame. 'Now for the other fire, so they'll make no mistake and come in prettily!" she again muttered as she approached the other beacon but on her way among the loose stones her foot stumbled, and she fell over her open keg and became covered with the contents. "Rot the stones, and rot the tar!" she exclaimed in a rage, as she wrung her saturated clothes into the keg, lest sli£ should lose a drop of her precious fuel. At this% moment the olouds parted, and the moon in all its unexpected beauty burst upon the scene and illumined the hitherto dark surface of the sea. "Here they come! ha, ha! Close in! It's all right!" almost shouted the old women in ecstacy, as, having thrown the tar keg into the blaze, she shaded her brow with both her skinv hands so as to keep out the dazzling light which was directly behind her. The fire now roared upward with increased fury.

The brilliant moonlight plainly discovered a vessel within a quarter of a mile of the rock, di'iving in full sail directly upon the cliff, with the evident intention of passing between the beacons. Mother Lee crouched down lest her figure should be seen in the bright light. "Cuss your light!" she muttered, as she shook her skinny fist at the unwelcome moon "yer'll be showing 'em the rocks," and stooped still lower to avoid being seen. In doing this, with her back to the fire, her thick stuff £ress, already saturated with tar, became ignited behind without her knowledge, until the violent wind rapidly spread the flame. Quickly springing to her feet, she turned round, and in an instant the rush of air lashed the flames into forked sheets, which caught with wonderful velocity every portion of her inflamable dress. The awful truth flashed upon her: with a yell that might have been heard a mile distant, she rushed away from the edge of the cliff in a volume of red fire that ascended high in the air. Thick wreaths of black smoke reddened by the bright glare rolled upward in a murky volume. Shriek succeeded shriek in the wildest agony of fright and bodily torture, as the fire now thoroughly enveloped her and searched out every portion of her clothing. In a waving pillar of flame she rushed to and fro in her frantic endeavors to escape from the relentless enemy, and the hitherto bright beacons sank into insignificance before the blazing pyramid of fire.

The apparently doomed vessel was within 300 yards of the cliff when this third beacon startled the captain and crew. "Luff!" shouted a powerful voice on board the ship. "Let go the anchor!"

Almost in the same instant the sudden order was obeyed, and the bows of the trembling vessel were brought quickly to the wind, as a heavy sea struck her and washed her decks. At this moment, as she lay broadside on the waves, the rattle of the anchor could be heard as it fell. Once more a sea struck her and washed clear over her, but as it passed she was seen to swing to her anchor and ride easily with her head to the wind. Another anchor was let go, the cable veered out, and the vessel was saved when in the jaws of certain destruction.

In the meantime, Polly Grey, having seen the frightful calamity that had befallen some one (she knew not who), had rushed instinctively to

ward the spot. Some few minutes elapsed before she neared the still screaming figure the fire burnt with a steady blaze, although the clothes were nearly consumed, as the quantity of tar had converted them into a torch but before Polly reached the spot the figure was reduced to a blackened mass, with bright patches of fire adhering to many portions of the flesh there was no semblance to a human form, excepting the fact of two black skeleton arms and legs which were moving with frantic energy as the figure danced to and fro in attitudes of the wildest madness.

Polly wa3 horror-stricken. She knew not who it was, as the face was burnt to a cinder, but as she came within a few yards without knowing what to do, the monkey-like figure uttered a terrific yell and bounded over the perpendicular cliff.

As the fiery body fell with increasing velocity from the height of two hundred feet, the rush of air revived the flames, which shot out from all parts of her scorched and blackened carcass as Mother Lee rushed headlong into the boiling surf. One splash! as the waves received her, and extinguished the bright flame that had marked her fall, in the exact spot where with the rock she had once crushed the struggling captain of the cutter.

Upon the cliff stood Polly Grey, appalled with the horrible catastrophe but as the bright moon now revealed the scene, she regarded with dismay a revenue cutter lying at anchor in the heavy breakers, instead of the long-expected lugger. She took a hasty glance in the harbor it was empty. The Polly had not arrived all her hopes of seeing Paul, and of pressing him in her arms once more, were gone! Sickened by her vain desire and the scene she had just witnessed, she sat down by one of the fires that had destroyed the infamous designer of the snare.

The truth now flashed upon her that the false position of the beacons could only have originated from old Mother Lee, and she had no longer any doubt that the attenuated and dreadful figure she had seen dancing and writhing in the flames could have been no other than the old woman, who had met with this just but fearful retribution.

It now began to rain violently and the wind suddenly changed to the north, blowing off the shore the beacon fires hissed as the heavy drops blackened the hot embers, and Polly, cold and shivering, was driven to the shelter of her barren home. Tired with watching and saddened with constant anxiety, she threw off her wet clothes and fell asleep as soon as she lay upon her bed.

The next morning found the inhabitants of the village in great excitement, as, instead of the Polly, the revenue cutter commanded bmJJapt. Smart, was lying snugly witHfa^he bay. The wind off the" shore had produced a calm sea, and they towed the cutter into the cove for better security.

Joe Smart was a welcome guest at the cottage on the cliff, and Polly Grey had met him at the entrance full of eager curiosity. "Where is Paul? where is the Polly?" she exclaimed, as she opened the door ''tell me all you know, I beseech you," she added, as she gave him a chair by the window overlooking the sea. "I know nothing, unfortunately, my dear Mrs. Grey," replied Joe Smart "my story is simply told. It was my duty to examine the character of a suspicious looking lugger that we observed in the offing as she appeared to be beating up for the coast. We ran toward her with a fair wind,* but she sailed like a witch, and upon seeing our approach, it was a case of 'up stick and away for she altered her tack, and we have never seen her since. The wind then changed, and, as evening came on, it blew hard from the sou'-west- I knew that the good people of Sandy Cove were attentive in lighting the beacons to guide the Polly, or any other friend, into the bay upon a dark night, so I thought I might as well take advantage of their lights and come in myself. The night was stormy, and so dark that we could not make out the coast, therefore I sent up a rocket, which was not only answered by the station but by two fires that were almost immediately lighted on the cliff these we all considered to be the guides to the harbor's mouth. Accordingly we steered directly for them, with the intention of sailing right into the Cove. As we neared the fires within a cable's length, I suddenly caught sight of a horrible figure that looked like some old witch, that sprang from the earth blazing with fire, dancing in tremendous flames with frantic gestures to and fro, actually between and on a levei with the beacons- Thus providentially warned of our danger, I knew that the beacons were false guides, as there was the high cliff between them instead of the harbor's mouth. We were running at nine knots, and apparently close to the danger but, luffing quickly, we checked the cutter's way in time to let go a couple of anchors: after a good ducking, as several seas swept us before she came fairly round, we rode out the gale until the wind changed. If the gale had increased, we must have been lost, as the cables must have chafed through upon the rocks even-now a couple of strands are cut through, although we remained but a snort time at anchor. I now find," contintaed Captain Smart, "that I am indebted to old Mother Lee for the false beacons, as I have just heard in the village that the pile on the east side of the entrance was never fired, although the two real beacons were prepared by the fisherman thus the old woman

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had laid a trap that had nearly proved fatal to us. although there can be no doubt that it was intended for the Polly. For what reason this diabolical scheme was prepared I cannot say."

Polly Grey now described the sight she had witnessed, and there could be no doubt that Mother Lee had perished by a frightful death. She also explained the uncalled-for hatred that the old woman had entertained for her and Paul, and the endeavor she had made to wreck the Polly was only the climax to a long career of crime which had now met with its reward.

During this conversation, Edith and her mother joined the party, and learnt wit-b astonishment the startling events of the pa3t night. Some weeks had elapsed after this event, and the affection between Edith and Polly Grey had increased to a degree that rendered the idea ot parting insupportable. The widow Mrs. Jones, proposed that Polly Grey should live with them at the rectory, and that occasionally they should pass a month or two at the cottage on the cliff for change of air and scene but that at any rate Polly should not reside alone until something should be heard of her missing husband and her boy Ned.

In the mean time, as week after weed passed by without any intelligence of her husband, Captain Smart lost no opportunity of soothing Polly's anxieties, and he proved his devotion to his old love by buoying up her hopes with plausible suggestions, as to the cause of Paul's absence and the probability of his return at the same time he took care to supply all that she could possibly require. This was the more important, as Polly was entirely without money several debts were pressing as Paul had suddenly disappeared, those who were his creditors sent in their bills and demanded a settlement of accounts. Joe Smart had forseen this difficulty, and he at length prevailed upon Polly Grey to entrust him with the management of her affairs until the happy day should arrive when Paul should appear in pei-son. At first, Polly had declined his well meant offer, as she knew that it placed her in a difficult position. Joe Smart was a man of honor, but at the same time lie had been her unsuccessful suitor thus, in the absence of her husband, it was an affair of exceeding delicacy to define the exact degree of intimacy that should exist between them. At the same time it was necessary that the debts should be paid but how was that possible without money? She had no claim upon Mrs. Jones, the widow, who, although rich, was totally ignorant af business affairs, and she herself required advice therefore, although much against her inclination, Polly had no alternative but to accept the assistance of Joe Smart, until her husband ..should return.

While pondering over her difficulties, she was struck by an idea which in some measure relieved her position it occurred to her that the widow Jones might be equally assisted by Joe Smart, should he consent to "undertake the management of her property, in which case his attentions to her individually would be shared by another and would not appear so personal.

To her great satisfaction, Mrs. Jones agreed to the proposal. The indefatigable Captain Smart was always ready to render assistance, and the arrangement was shortly concluded that he was to have the entire control of her affairs, and that a small room at the rectory was to be fitted up as an office to which he could have fre£ access.

Accordingly there was no restriction upon his visits and he contrived that he could attend to his new duties three times during the week without interfering with his official occupation.

This was a source of much comfort to the widow Jones, and she quickly learnt to rely upon the one armed captain with implicit confidence. and even to look forward to his periodical visits with pleasure, and almost impatience while, on the other hand, as the hopes of Paul's return grew more distant, it cannot be denied that Joe Smart's sympathy for Polly Grey was fast returning to the warm affection that had caused the disappointment to his youth. He would hardly dare to acknowledge to himself that he loved her in another light than as his old friend and the wife of his friend Paul but, as he secretly analyzed his feelings, he started at the throb of his own heart when the thought passed through his mind "that Paul was, perhaps, still alive, and might again return!" It was a dangerous position for the generous and sensitive Joe Smart. He was now thrown constantly in the society of the love of his boyhood. who was beautiful, and always met him with a warmth of welcome that evinced her gratitude for the many kindnesses she had received from his hand. But in Polly Grey's breast there was only one feeling that was a devotion to the true objects of her affection, Paul and Ned not a thought of another love ever crossed her mind. Next to them her heart clung to Edith, -and she regarded Joe Smart with the warm but pure feelings of an old friend.

Edith had grown sad. She loved Polly Grey ias a new mother, and this love had sprung from a common sorrow. She now frequently visited the churchyard to sit by her father's grave, which was built by the side of the cross-stone where she and Ned had last parted* This she had tended with care, as had been proposed by Ned when they last sat together, and read the mysterious epitaph, "A lady unknown, aged about twenty-

two. Cast up by the sea at Sandy Cove." Polly Grey had since told her the whole sad story, and her suspicions that the poor lady was Ned's own mother. Edith had planted myrtles around the spot, and with her pretty white hands she kept the grass closely clipped and every Sunday she twined a wreath and hung it upon the cross, for it was on the evening of a Sabbath that she had promised Ned to attend to the lonely grave.

CHAPTER VIII.

We must now return to Paul Grey, who some months since had sailed from Sandy Cove, expecting to return after an absence of a few

The Polly accordingly held her course, and" the spray dashed from her bows as, with a brisk breeze on the quarter, she flew gaylv over the waves toward the advancing boat, that belonged to Paul's French partner in the contraband trade. There had been some slight alteration in the lugger's equipment since we last descriped her. Around the mainmast by the deck was a rack for muskets and boarding-pikes an arm-chest well filled with pistols, muskets and cutlasses, and rendered waterproof by a thick tarpaulin cover, was securely lashed and cleated in front of the mizzenmast while amidships was a long brass sixpounder, fitted upon a traversing carriage upon a pivot, which could be trained upon any point of the horizon. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

NEWS FROM EMIN PASHA.

Reconquers His Old Province and Shoots Officers Who Show Fight.

New York Sun.

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The ambition to regain his lost territory at last reasserted itself. Ten months ago he returned to his old province, deserting the Germans, under whose flag he had enlisted. There is no doubt he believed that a large part of the Egyptian officers who had remained in the province would gladly renew their allegiance to him. His expectations were more than realized. The people had not enjoyed, since Emin left the province, as many comforts and as good government as they formally possessed. A large part of his old officers and soldiers returned to him at Albert Nvanza. He also recovered his iarge stores of ivory, which are said to be worth nearly fourhundred thousand dollars. Only in the northern part of the province were the Egyptian officers and their men disinclined to renew their allegiance to Emin. He accordingly marched north, and at Kiri, about three hundred miles from Wadelai, he had a battle with native soldiers commanded by officers who had rebelled against him. The rebels were completely defeated, the officers were captured, and Emin ordered them to be shot. Apart of the rebel force, however1, escaped to liedjaf, stiil further down the Nile, and at last account Emin was preparing to pursue them. As he had a large force under his command, his success is regarded as certain.

Tnere is no doubt that Stanley un necessarily depreciated the ability of E nin. No common man could have accomplished the work he did in Equatoria. For years he was a just and merciful ruler of the country he governed, and there is every prospect now that he will continue to rule this great territory. It is not likely that Europe will be at all sorry to have him do so, for Europe does not feel ready to occupy the region between Victoria and Nvanza and Khartoum, and it would be far better to have Emin control it than either the Mahdist government or some Arab slave raider.

A Grammatical Footraan. Judge. Mrs. Cumso—The foctman at Mrs. Freshrox's made a queer announcement while I was calling there terday.

Mrs. Fangle—What did he day? Mrs. Cumso—Mrs. Faircbild and her daughters came and the footman called out "Mrs. Fairchi and the Misses Fairchildren."

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but of whom nothing had sinco been heard. On the evening that he sailed the wind was northerly, and the Polly quickly lost sight of the English shore by daybreak on the following morning they could plainly distinguish the coast of France. The Polly now hoisted French colors and stood in for Ushant. As the lugger neared the land a row-boat was seen to approach from the shore Paul stood on the deck and carefully examined the suspicious object with the telescope. "It's all right he at length exclaimed to Dick Stone, who stood at the helm, "keep your course and meet her it's Dupuis' boat."

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but he has traveled north several hundred miles from Wadelai, and nine-tenths of Equatoria is again subject to 13 will.

Nearly four years ago the rebellion in Emin's province occurred. He was arrested by the very officers upon whom he had for years conferred many favors and treated with the utmost kindness. For weeks they kept him a prisoner at Dutile, far north of Wadelai, while they debated the question whether they should put their Governor to death. Mr. Jephson shared with Emin the privations and sufferings of that imprisonment. They were finally permitted to return to Waclelai, and when Stanley returned from the Congo. Emin, much against his will, accompanied him to the coast.

A Prominent Professional Plan's Extraordinary Statement.

(N. Y. Sun.)

the Editor. Sir—As my name and face have appeared in your paper and the public prints lately, and as many of my professional brethren are wondering at ir.t I feel it only just that I should make an explanation. The statement published over my name was mado ten years ago, after long and maturo investigation, and I have nevei changed my mind as to the facts then stated. At that timo 1 said, as a physhian, that I believed Warner's Safe Cure was the best of all known preparations for the troubles it was advocated to cure, and I say so still. I know it is considered the proper thing for the medical profession to decry proprietary and othoi advertised articles but why should thev do so? As the late Dr. J. G. Holland, writing over his own name in Scribner's, Monthly, said: ''It. is a fact that many of tho best pro prietary medicines of the day are mora successful than many physicians, and most of them were first discovered or used in actual medical practice: when, however. any person knowing their virtue and foreseeing their popularity secures and advertises them, in the opinion of the bigoted all virtue went out of them."

Dr. Holland was an educated physician, an unprejudiced observer, and ho sp-vke from a broad and unusual experience Proprietary medicines shot Id not bo decried. The evidences of their value are overwhelming. I liavo seen patients recover from gravel, inflammation of the bladder and Bright's disease after using Warner's Safe Cure, even when all other treatment had failed.

I make this frank and outspoken statement in the interests of humanity and because I know it to bo true. 1 trust for the same reason you will give it to the public.

Respectfully, R. A. GUNN.

No. 1C4 "W. Forty-Seventh St. N. Y., March 1.

CONDIMENTS.

A "chestnut" is the story that another fellow tells. A left fielder is in the game along with the rest.

Now is the time to plant a seedy suit. The best method for handling bees for an amateur is by proxy.

A man's political friends are nol always the men he would like to 'ade horses with. copp trust is the latest thin" out in unit line, but policemen are not in it. '•That is an angel of a house!" said she. "Not quite."'he replied. ''It has oal.y one wing." ''That remains to be seen," as the boy said when he spilt ink on the table cloth. "Miss Sharpe proposed to Chollj last night." ''Did he accept?" "He had to. Her father was then in the house."

She—"Will you take a part in our theatricals?" He—"Aw—weally—] should so like to. What shall 1 take?" She—"Tickets."

Physician—"I called to collecJ those bills which I sent you." Mr. Squills—"You are perfectly welcome to them, doctor. Here they are, all in one packet." "So that young heiress has pi*omised to marry you?" "Yes, in three years." "Isn't that a good while to wait?" "It may be, but she's worth her wait in gold."

A Busy Day.—Recording angel— "I want some assistance to-day." Michael—"What is the matter? Recording angel—"Three sewing circles meet this afternoon."

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