Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 April 1899 — Page 2

CHAPTER I. The Cape Fear bank was one of the old and solid institutions of the South for many years prior to the late civil warin fact, it’s stability was not only proverbial in the old town of Wilmington, but throughout the entire South. Its president, Alvin Deßosette, was a man pointed out to the youth of the rising generation as one whose career was to be emulated. The bank president was getting well on in years, in 1857; nor was he destined to see the termination of that year, as the reader will soon learn. On the 15th of August, and in vigorous health, aside from a rheumatic affliction of long standing—he had in the manner of former occasions celebrated his birthday —this time his 67th—by having gathered round the festive board at Oak Hall a large number of his personal friends. To them it was a pleasure to drink to the toast that had on at least twenty previous occasions of like nature been proposed by Jerry Dobbs, the old attorney of the bank, who always occupied an honored position at the right of the master of Oak Hall. But the toast? Yes, the toast. Ah, one of those birthday dinners would have been incomplete without Unde Jerry and bis toast. The old attorney was nearing bis three ■core and ten—he had been one of the original incorporators of “The Cape Fear Bank,” and all that pertained to it was dear to- his heart—particularly so was its president, whom he had helped to elect a quarter of a century before, and under whose management the institution had flourished. That the bank might flourish until the end of time was the ardent desire of Uncle Jerry. That Alvin Deßosette and himself might live to see the cash capital of the concern a round million dollars was his earnest wish—so in his toast he always coupled Alvin and the bank together. He felt that he should have included his own name, as be was virtually a part of the bank, but he was fully aware that ▲lvin would round up his toast in a satisfactory manner, so his words on these occasions were these: “The Cape Fear bank and its president; may they live long and prosper.” “And may the bank’s worthy attorney live long to guide them clear of breakers," were the words added by Uncle Alvin. Now this was the toast, drank as usual, at midday on the 15th of August, 1857. At 3 o’clock on the 22d, only seven days later, all that remained mortal of Alvin Deßosette was consigned to the grave; and now it will be necessary to revert to the 18th day of August, the third day following that of Alvin Deßosette’s 67th birthday. The weather was intensely warm, and Hie banker was seated in an armchair near an open window in his private office at the bank. He held in one hand a folded document. It was his will, and had been drawn six months before this time. He had been reperusing it. “Strange,” he said suddenly, “both the witnesses to this document dead; sailed for Europe on the Gosmore and went down within sight of the British coast. Only thirty saved, if I remember, of over two hundred souls, and poor Loyd and Elliot were not of the thirty. “I should have other signatures now as witnesses. Ob, well, I will have Dobbs bring in a friend to-morrow, and have them sign—but for that matter, there was no particular necessity of the document, anyway. Where there is an only child, and the mother dead, there can be no question as to who would inherit; but then it la better so. “I wished also to leave no question as to what my intentions were regarding Herman Craven. I had no desire to leave him a fortune. True, he is my nephew; but I have left him fully enough to dissipate—and enough, if he has the disposition, to form the nucleus of a fortune. “Strange, sister Mattie would marry Stephen Craven when the whole family told her how unworthy be was, and pleaded with her to renounce him. Well, she would not listen; she became the wife of ■ blackleg and a gambler, and in three short years died of a broken heart, leaving behind a child—who has grown up an exact counterpart of his father. Now, if the father had died when Herman was an infant, or even a lad. and I had had the boy to train, I might have instilled some principle into his mind; but coming to me, with the information that his father was dead, at twenty-two years of age, his character formed, and it a treacherous one if I am a judge. I have felt that I was standing over a mine ever since I placed him at the cashier’s desk. And yet he has been there a year now. and all has gone well, but he is scheming—scheming, sure! “Well, I can watch him while 1 live. The death of Toombs made it necessary that I name a new cashier; I named my nephew, and have regretted it ever since. Every dollar of his salary goes, and 1 am told that he is hand-in-glove with a gambling set. I have done my duty by him in thy will—of course; if he inspires more confidence by his conduct, 1 may add a codicil in the future. “Last will and testament! Signed and witnessed! Too bad Jerry is so advanced in years. I shall probably outlive him. I will see Clark when he comes home next week. Time enough for that; there is no risk; the court would arrange it in case ofnecesslty.” Uncle Alvin arose from his chair and passed out into the counting room of the bank. The huge iron safe was standing with wide open doors directly behind the cashier. The bank president drew out one of the drawers and withdrew therefrom a bundle of papers, around which *as a rubber band. He raised the band, ■Upped under it his will, and restored the . package to the safe; then turning to the cashier, aaid: “Well, Herman, I can give you a tew minutes now. You stated that MStaWka something you wished to say tome. Come in my den. Mr. Talbot can Mid TaTbot who’was one lap

AUNT HANNAHS SECRET.

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Mr. Deßosette retraced his steps, and had resnmed his seat when his nephew, with a flushed face and seemingly very nervous, approached him. Herman Craven git this time had passed his twenty-third year, He was of rather slight build, dark complexion, black hair and mustache, and restless, piercing eyes. But for the prominence of his white teeth he might have been considered attractive looking. “Well, sir!” exclaimed the banker, looking up. The nervousness of the cashier increased; but mastering his emotion as best be could, he said: “Uncle Alvin, I have for some time wished to say to you what I now shall, but have lacked the opportunity. At the house I never have one.” “How so, sir?” “Oh, I did not like to ask you, in Hattie’s presence, for your consent to seek her hand.” “Her hand? Hattie’s hand?” exclaimed the banker, excitedly. “Yes, Uncle. I love my cousin as I do my life, and would make her my bride; now you know why I wished to see you privately—l ask your consent.” “Ask my consent to wed my daughter?” exclaimed the old man, springing to his feet. “Are you crazy? You! You wed my daughter? Was it to hear this statement from your lips that I took you into my employ? For this that I gave you a home and position? Rest assured, young man, that as dearly as I love my daughter, I would gladly lay her form in the grave ere I would see her wedded to a son of Stephen Craven!” “That—that is all, sir.” The words came faintly from the white lips of the young man. His hands were tightly clenched, and his features worked convulsively. “All? My God, it is enough!” exclaimed the banker. “Never let ine hear words on this subject from your lips again, or I will draw a new will and disinherit you altogether. In my present one you are left a legacy—enough to squander, or to make a name and a position with, when lam gone. Take your choice. Have you ever dared breathe of your love to my daughter?” “Uncle Alvin, I know not why you are so bitter against me,” said the young man as calmly as he could, though there was a raging fire burning within his bosom. “You should know that without your consent I would not seek to win my cousin’s love. You speak of me as Stephen Craven's son, but am I not also the son of your own sister?” “Unfortunately, yes—and that should preclude your ever being my daughter’s husband. Place my objections on that ground, if you will. First cousins should never marry. You may go.” Biting his lips, the young man turned away, but ere he reached the door the banker recalled him. “Herman,” he said, “I do not wish to be unjust to you, but I cannot conceive how you came by the audacity you must be imbued with to dare ask my daughter’s hand. Yes, yes, I can. You inherited it from Stephen Craven. My prejudice against your father, who wrecked my sister’s life and brought her to an untimely grave, shall not—does not rest on your head, else you would not be in the position you are in to-day. I have tried to do my duty by my sister's son.” “You have been very kind to me, sir. I regret that I dared raise my eyes so high ns ” “Nothing more about that,” broke in the old man. “I trust that your illusion has been dispelled. As I have stated, I have remembered yon in my will to some extent. It rests with you, by your conduct and life, to merit a larger remembrance. I may live for ten years to come. Show an inclination, from your ample salary, to save something for yourself. Cast off a certain wild set, with whom, I am told, you spend many of your evenings. Abandon altogether whisky and gambling, and have no fear, I will do my full duty by you. Do yours by me, young man, and better than you have been doing it.” “Uncle, I have been slandered. Did you ever see me under the influence of liquor?” “No,” was the answer, “or you would not to-day be the cashier of this bank; but you have not been slandered. Now you have been warned. You are an inmate of my own house; in a manner a companion of my daughter and myself when there. My roof shall not shelter a gambler, or a trickster. You are young. I have placed you where you have every opportunity of proving yourself a man; but under no conditions could you wed my daughter. That is all.” “And under no conditions would she become your wife should I be called ■way.” thought the banker as the young man left his presence. “She has a just appreciation of you, if I mistake not. and besides. I think her heart is in the keeping of another.” -- “What is it. Duke?” “Mara Alvin,” replied a coal black negro, who had opened the door between the reception room of the bank and the banker’s private office. “Young Mars Robert Campbell would like to see you.” “Ah!” ejaculated the banker, and an ■mused smile stole over his features. “Admit him, Duke.” The negro, who was fully as aged as the banker, and who had belonged to his father before him, was a trusted servant who swept the bank, dusted the .furniture and acted as usher, withdrew, and in a moment more a young man who certainly bore not the slightest resemblance to Herman Craven, entered the office. Robert Campbell was of near Herman’s age—tall, well formed and of athletic mold, fair complexion, sandy hair and mustache, and deep blue eyes. There was an unmistakable air about him that proclaimed him • descendant of an ancestry of noble men and women. Why should there not have been, when it had been the boast of his grandfather, who had been among the early settlers of eastern North Carolina, that be belonged to the Clan Campbell of Scotland. ’ The grandfather had lain many years

beneath Carolina’s soil, and two year* previous to this occasion of the young man’s entering the bank Ms father had been laid beside him, leaving his son an honored name, the care of a widowed mother and young sister, and little else. The Campbells had formerly been one of the wealthiest turpentine distilling firms in the South, but the failure of two State banks in succession te 1852, together with the loss of one of their largest plants by fire, crippled them so badly that they were forced to suspend. True, the firm paid dollar for dollar until their last debt was wiped out, but in doing so it left them with no capital with which to rebuild or carry on their business. Duncan Campbell never rallied from this sad reverse, but died two years later, and without materially improving the financial condition of Campbell & Son. After his father’s death young Robert had made a loan dt ten thousand dollars of Banker Deßosette, who had all confidence in his integrity and ability to retrieve the Campbell fortunes. The banker had accepted for this loan a note signed by Robert Campbell alone, and payable five years from date, said note bearing interest at 8 per cent. The first year’s interest had been met on the 18th day of August, 1856, and this day the second payment was due. But it was not the prospective payment of ths interest that caused the amused smile oa the banker’s lips. Robert Campbell had for two years or more been a frequent caller at his residence, and the banker had noted that a growing intimacy had been advancing between the young man and bis daughter. So when Duke had mentioned his name, and just after Herman Craven had made his avowal, Uncle Alvin thought not of the interest money, but of the probability of another demand soon being made for his daughter’s hand. “Well, Robert, I am glad to see you,” he exclaimed, as the young man came forward with extended hand. “How is the mother, and Jennie?” “Well, Mr. Deßosette, well, thank you. I need hardly ask concerning Miss Hattie, I saw her so recently. You know the eight hundred dollars interest money is due today.” “I hadiiot thought of it.” “Well, it is, and I cannot pay it until late to-night.” “Oh, no haste, Robert, no haste. Take your time.” “Ah, sir, you have been very kind to me; but I wish to pay this money to-night; and more, it is at my option, you know, to take up my note at any time I am able. lam able now. The two past years have been very favorable to distillers. All my improvements are paid for, and I shall receive by the ten o’clock express to-night twelve thousand five hundred dollars. I wish to take up the note, and to have a bank account once more established in the Campbell name.” “I congratulate you, Robert; but why will not to-morrow do?” “Because, sir, I leave for Baltimore on the four o’clock train to-morrow morning. I must dispose of this money before going.” “Humph! You might call at the house. I never retire before eleven. That will be the plan. I will take the note home with me, and I can bank the money in the morning.” “And there is another thing, sir/’ said the young man, blushing, “that I have only waited until this time to—to consult you about. I wish to, to- ■ ” Here the sound of Attorney Dobbs’ voice was heard in the outer room as he approached the door. “Tell me to-night, Robert, my boy,” said the banker. “Dobbs may be here for an hour.” “I think I know your secret, young man.” thought Mr. Deßosette, as Robert hastily passed from the office. (To be continued.)

TRUE KINDNESS.

Rich Man Who Believed In Doing Good with H’s Money. The late Colonel Lee, of Brookline, Mass., was a rich man who thought that the rich should give away money, instead of consuming their Income on luxuries and an ostentatious establishment. The man who accumulated and did not distribute was, in his judgment, not only selfish and foolish, but dangerous to society. The saying of the Master, “Freely ye have received, freely give,” so ruled Colonel Lee’s life that for forty years he was never tired of giving money to those religious, political, educational, charitable and commemorative objects which his judgment approved. He did more; he gave time, service, himself, at the command of duty, even jumping social barriers to respond to its call. A writer la the Boston Transcript tells this story: Colonel Lee was one day driving through Brookline, when his progress was obstructed by laborers digging in the street. Glancing at the men, while the obstruction was being removed, the old gentleman noticed one poor fellow with a handkerchief tied about his hand and evidently in great pain. Questioning the man, Colonel Lee learned that a pick had almost perforated his hand, and beside bleeding profusely and suffering intense pain he was in great danger from a poisonous development. The sight was too much for Colonel Lee.

Asking the laborer to get into his carriage, a victoria drawn by a pair of handsome horses, he took him to a physician, saw to it that the wound was dressed, and learning of the sufferer’s poverty provided for him generously until he could resume work. Later he placed him in a position to provide more abundantly for his family and to rest secure in the knowledge of his permanent comfort.

The Facts in the Case.

The “new reporter,” who is never so much the subject as the object of amusing stories, appeared in Chicago Journalism the other day, and was sent to Investigate a quarrel. This, says the News, is what be wrote: “A man killed a dog belonging to another man. The son of the man whose dog was killed proceeded to whip the man who killed the dog of the man be wag the son of. The man who was the son of the man whose dog was killed was arrested on complaint of the man who was assaulted by the son of the man whose dog the man who was as-

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

Mt vainglorious, and he was talking to an EAgHabsoan, who had » wit nf Mb own, despite reports to the reutraryThe recent achievements of Uneie flare In various localities mnaHtutad tte subject of reavenatfoa, and tta Yankee fairly bulged oat with pride. “I tin a free A—rirsa, I are.” te ■aid, slapping Ms manly taasas, though there was no especial occasion for such “I fancy not,” responded tta Engflabman In a tone that sounded aa if ta knew what ta was talking about. The Yankee resented It with promptness and disnatch. “I’d like to know, sir, why I are not?" he exclaimed, with tta color of wrath rising to his face. “You are married, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “And to an American?” “Yes.” “Well, that settles it iu my mind. I’ve got an American woman far a wife myself.” The Yankee smiled, stock out Ms hand and said ta thought it was shout time for them to organize an AngtoAmerican alliance not entirely for com merclal purposes.—Washington Star.

Swallowed His False Teeth.

A man recently swallowed too false teeth and it drove him ssad. Atoms rho will stand a great deal, but nut everything. If yours is weak try Hoots tte Fa Stomach Bitters. It cares stomach troubles, as well as malaria and fever and ague. It is strongly re tomweaded at this season of the year. All druggists keep it.

Theater Stages of Ancient Days.

The excavations now going on in tta Theater of Dugga, in Tunis, show that the Romans possessed for their theaters a system of stage carpentry equal if not superior to tta appliances now In use. An Ingenious contrivance enabled those who stood underneath the stage to see what was proceeding above. A number of trap doors opened in tta center of the stage, and grooves have been discovered showing the way in which scenery and stage furniture were lowered and raised. Eight large holes led to several dry wells three yards deep under the stage, while a large receptacle served to store the curtain during the performance. Tta Bow of the stage was covered with moretm

Try Grain-O! Try Grain-O!

▲ok your Grocer to-day to ataor you a packageof GRAIN-O, tta ore food drink that takes tta piece es eeflta Tta efifldren may drink it withast Injury as wsfl aa tbe adult. Ail wta try it. flte it. GRAIN-O has that rich seal taswn of Mocha or Java, but it ia mafia Caere pure graina, and the moot delicate adaauabca receivea it without djatrum % tta price es coffee. 15c. and 25 eta. per package. flaM by all grocers

Vanillin, an artificial substitute fur vanilla, is made from tta sap of tte Scotch pine, while a kind of robber has been obtained from tta roounaa birch.

Salzer’s Seed Cara.

Does year seed cars test. Bra. Farmer? Balser’s does—lt’s anthns groars, early and good for 80 te 130 ta. per acre! Band this notice and 16c for 8 cars mwplre and low prices to Seiner Seed Co, Le Crowe. Wta. (c*| There were 1,006 fewer coort-nanr-tials in tbe army last year than were held In 1892. Last year’s figures were L 242.

Lane’s Family Medicine

Moves tte bowels each day. Io order to te healthy this ia necessary. Acto gently on the liver nd kHueya. Gurua sick headache. Price 25 and 90e. Governments in Europe make money through lotteries. Prussia raised 330,000,006 last year and Italy secured 312,000,066 by such means.

To Cure a Cold in One Day

Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. AU druggists refund tte money if it fiaUa tocoue. 25c. Tbe genuine basL.B.Q. on each tabteL In Kaffirland cattie constitute tta chief currency.

ONE reason Mrs. Pinkham’s treatment hrips women so promptly is that they have confidence in her. Through some of the many thousands of Mrs. Pinkham’s friends an ailing woman will ba led to write to Mis. Pinkham at her home m Lynn. Mass., and will tell her symptoms. ft/MfgWirMffcg l The reply, made without charge of flMflff^flw any kind, will bear such evidence ffgW mm WV> of knowledge of the trouble that fIWKfIJF9 ><F belief in her advire at once inspires mmmmwb hope. vavewßat This of itself is a great help. 1 —* Then the knowledge that womtn only see tee letters asking for advice and women only assist Mrs. Pinkham in replying makesit easy to be explicit about the Bttie things that define the disease. Mrs. Euza Thomas, of 634 Pine St. Easton. Pa.. writes: « Dear Mrs. Pinkham—l doctored with two of tee best gmmumm««ißjKU<ioctors in tee city for two A kkz ; S*®** s asd hednorebef until I .-C ; -t ■ •, fl began the use oi your remedies. |My trouble was ulceration of \ tee womb. 1 suffered Sf ) i /jir steep ™« bts mST / z '—' Ja thought sometimes that BLLv, )) Z a death trould be such a relief To-day lam a well woman. able to do my B V owa wnk « • B< * have not I used four bottles of Lydia E. Pinkham’s three packages of Sana* „ OSH thank yon enough for the good it did me.** Mrs. M. Stoddard, Sluing field. Minn.. ■ Wl? BjIJjHH “Dear Mrs. Pinkham—For about four years I w—agw*— ffteur from female troubles. I hadbackacbe all of the time, no appetite, pamsin stomach, fainb* tag was wm» and my iff ion pas«rmpbtaly run down. I also had tailing of wonte ao bad teat I could aeareety walk across fbe floor. After taking of your VegetwMy Compound nndmto box of Lompgtan, oom say lam cured. _

Tjrenw i , ffldn Bfoof town, “I tried for years to bum the at buA ok, m the pursuit of pleasure M trying to attend to business. By blood stomach and kidneys ped into a wfttdul state and it seemed that I could not carry -Brinewmy tan greater nuwi ta returned. and AD unareuret off ttataand,B«aft SunapuriDa, whtob has mafia me a pfctooe «f hsufth. Now, Pm ta flvtastems pure and ataupta” Mw MretoßO-**! tat imta amm nr aymmaawtato- lw—trtamataatattamaaadautatas Bata's amngssßh mmd ny top O—jns grwosuttatah/* Oum X lun, SB Bulky ■nut, Bapiia. toft anMßßMtan.-'*! ta» tame a gataappottamt mA. ikii tag, ata wy frl'l* —* ItataaUm tarn Mt ms. Tte aaamn b I took. BasfUßaauapaaßta. wMcb outtaty oaaad aas I ma taswtew ■ tteßAOußataad.** IBCSar St, Bmdaaky. <***■ ~~ii ~ ~~i i m s in itai uh ■i’M.'taaii uliW~»afltffiaatirrifli"

Thick Fogs.

They were talktag about the recent fogs, and some one stated that Mb morning train had stopped every half ■rite on its way to tta city, tta fog tatag so thick that it was impossible to see either of tta railway banks. “Oh. that's nothing!” aaid another man who was of the company. “Down ta Lincolnshire tta fog is KHnetimes er thick that tta driver has to get out and lead tta engine."'—London Tit-Bits.

Worth Trying.

A farmer recently wrote Mo naw and pnstritee address eat a portal cud and i lire reed it .liiuply to “DEBRING. CHICAGO.” Ry return mol te received from tte Deering Harvester Caaoyany a catalogue with over 100 fine half-tone ißsMtratreus. containing a picture of tte lupeat factory in America, a “twint booklet"’ on tte subject es binder twine, a copy of tte Deerimt Farm Journal, and a yrrareal letter—ell for a postal card. Try ft.

Indians in the United States.

Tte Indian poputation es tte United States In SfflMfli In 1408 they were lorde of tte whole reentry; now they have reserred for there 114.406 square ■Hen.

How's this!

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Town and Country.

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$1500 Per Week.

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Whales' teeth foren the currency off tte RP Inlands. They are painted white and red tn represent different values. Tte natives curry thrir wealth around theta-necks. I newer uaed a» qriek a cure as Plea's Onto fisr Ciinunpliin. J. B. Pkhnoa; Bex 11TL, Senttieu Wash. Iter. 25,18 B& Don't wzl until tte last minute and try to enter tanven on toe strength off your epitaph.