Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 20, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 November 1883 — Page 6

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

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Mike Patchett.

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Eomauce of the Gold Fields.

Br B. L. FARJEON.

Author of "Blade o' Gram," "Grif," "Bread and Cheeae and KlMes," "Joshua Marvel," Ac. _1_ .M ,h\

CHAPTER IX.

MIKE PATCHETT FINDS

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Victoria Lodge, &t. Kilda, was a Ions -wooden bouse, built upon piles ana

trance to the bouse, back and front, was obtained by two little flights of wooden steps. From the drawing-room windows was obtained a grand view of the sea, snd from the kitchen window a view of sandy waste, eighty feet depth, bounded by a three-rail fence. The full measure of the estate was forty feet by a hundred, the living accommodation of the lodge being twenty by forty. In the waste in the rear was a rough shanty of logs, at present occupied by a few fowls, but adaptable to more ambitious purposes. ft is not unworthy of record that although these fowls were of the com mon barnyard breed, their eggs were worth a shilling each in the Melbourne markets.

The estate was freehold and the owner was represented in the person of Mrs. Rachel Whitmarsh, lately widowed.

As a lonely woman, without children, she had adopted a familiar calling. She let lodgings. Her only lodger at i*es eat was the young elerk, Horace.

Houses in Melbourne and its saburbs being almost as scarce as eggs,it is somewhat surprising that she should have had four rooms vacant. But Mrs. Whitmarsh was a very particular lady and would admit into Victoria Lodge none but gentlemen. Her pride, however, did not prevent her putting into her drawing room window the announcement in fine copper-plate: "Within mty be obtained by a Gentleman of Breeding a comfortable home."

It was no vulgar advertisement. The writing was so small that a person in search of lodgings had to ascend the little flight of steps and stand upon the balcony to read it. If there was orife thing in the world that Mrs. Rachel Whitmarsh had a horror of more than Another it was vulgarity in any shapein person or manners.

At four o'clock in the afternoon Mike Patchett's cart of flowers was stationed In front of Victoria Lodge, and Mike Patchett himself was standing in the balcony gazing at the advertisement in the dramng-room window, which announced that Mrs. Whitmarsh had lodgings to let.

Mike Patchett was iu doubt—both as to whether the house was Victoria Lodge, »nd as to the best course to pursue toward the accomplishment of a design which he bad conceived in his ride from Melbourne at St. Ivilda.

There was but one person within view, a man sauntering disconsolately along the sands. Descending the little flight of steps* Mike Patchett called out to this man. "Hi!" "Hi {"called back the man, aroused from despondency by visions of a remunerative job, and nothing to do for it. He was a lazy scamp, evidently, or he would have made better haste fo join Mike Patchett. "Is Ihis Victoria Lodge, mate?" inquired Mike Patchett. "So I've been told," was the reply,!! "Is it a lodging-house?" "There's a bill iu the wiudow of rooms to Id "I'm in luck. Want a job, state?" •'Don't wiud." "Keep my horse then and wait. It'll be as good as a day's work to yer." "All right." fr

Mike Patchett ran up the steps again and gave two loud knocks at tne street door. The knocker was a representative knooker and a distinct assertion of gentility—a brass griffin with a face so highly polished that you could see your own in it. From time immemorial griffins have been under suspicion, and from the date of the demo.ition of Temple Bar they have, in a mauner of speaking, lost mate and fallen in£o absolute disrepute. Therefore it is a matter of small moment whether Mrs. Rachel Wnitmarah's griffin was or was not true to nature. As a work of art it was an ignominious failure, but as a knocker it fulfilled its mission, inasmuch as it was hideous and obtrusive. Nevertheless, untold gold would- not have tempted Mrs. whitmarsh to part with it. She bad brought it with her from the old country as a momeuto, she was in thehabitof saying to remind her of happier days and had an enemy wished to give her a shock from which she would not have recovered for several weeks, all he had to do was to wrench off the knocker of the door and decamp with it. Happily for Mrs. Whitmarah'a nesves there was no Mohawks of that description about.

Mrs. Wbitmarsh's only domestic was in the kitchen and not presentable Mrs. Whitmarsh herself was scarcely so: but knock at the door, like taxes, is an awkward summons, and Mrs. Whitmarsh, in her own proper person, drew the latch for Mike Patchett—having paused on her way through the passage to put on htr gloves.

The appearance of Mrs. Whitmarsh. tall and lank, with corkscrew curls and in gloves, wasan astonishment to Mike Patchett but not more of an astonishment to him than be was to Mrs. Whitmarsh. During his ride from Melbourne to St. Kilda he nad gathered a considerable quantity of dust, which had got Into hisdothesgenerally this drawback to gentility, added to his clayey aspect, did not improve him,and Mrs. Whitman))*manner was very stiff and formal as confronted him.

Victoria Lodge said MlkePatcWtt in an inquiring ton®. "This is Victoria Lodge," replfe*) Mia. Whitmarsh, drawing herself for Mike Patchett'a bearing was the fiuniUarly pleasant order and re tired a check, which she administer a with

"The missis?" "Sir!" "I Mike Patchett, "I am the mHUWB of this establishment." "Then Unfair sailing." Ills eye wandered to the advertisement in fine cop-per-plate. "That bill, ma'* a," he said "That anaouaoemeot, Mrs. Whitmarsh.

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"I stand corrected. That announcement of rooms to let is as well trimmed as a young lady dressed for a ball. Print can't compare to it.'"It is writing," observed Mrs. Whitmarsh, "which in happier times and in other places has been much admired." "It looks beantiful—not a smudge in it. How may it read, ma'am, word for word?" "I infer," said Mrs. Whitmarsh, with a slight disdain, "that you have your eyesight." "I have, but it's poor gift. Where fine writing—very fine writing—is concerned, I might as Well have no eyes in my head. Is it your writing, ma'am, or Mr. Horace's?" "Are you acquainted with Mr. Horace?" asked Mrs. Whitmarsh in a softer tone. "We've been together all the morning, and it's him, so to speak, as brought me here to see yer." "It is he," qaid Mrs. Whitmarsh, in mild correction of Mike Patchett's grammar, "who brought you here to see me." "Yes, it's him as directed me. We've got some business together, him and me." "You have some business together, you and be." "Exactly what I said ma'am. It 1b his writing?" "No, sir, it is mine." "And very beautiful' writing it is. I don't know as ever, I sor beautifuller. There's a style about it ma'am, what takes yer at the first blush. How does it read "It reads," said Mrs. Whitmarsh graciously, "thus: 'Within may be obtained by a gentleman of breeding, a comfortable home.'" "Couldn't bo otherwise than comfortable witn a lady like yourself," said Mike Patchett, with innocent cunning. 'By a gentleman of breeding! Cattle Breeding! "Sir!"

This "sir" was a favorite expletive with Mrs. Whitmarsh, and, like certain Chinese words, expressed many meanings according to the tone in which it was uttered. Indignation, remonstance, gratification, ana a dozen other phases of feeling it chilled, it warmed, it tickled and there were fine shades in it which, even to the unimltiated ear, rendered its meaning clear. "No offensd, ma'am," ssid Mike Patchett. "I'm a rough man, but none the worse for that, I hope. Call 'em squatters if yer like, but they're cattle breeders for all that. And a good paying game it is." "Are you,sir," said Mrs. Whitmarsh, in considerable doubt as to the most judicious course to pursue with this strange character, "the fortunate possessor efa cattle station of a large extent "I'm the fort'nate possessor of something a great deal better than a cattle station. I ain't a man as is given to boasting, but perhaps it's right to let yer into the secret, ^specially as you area lady and knows what's what and especialler as I've got an idea in my head which I should like to open out to yer. For muchel advantage, ma'am, for^ muchel advantage." "As you are acquainted with Mr. Horace." "I've come straight from him, ma'am, and him and me is going to have a talk hereto-night. He invited me hisself." "To be a friend of Mr. Horace," said Mrs. Whitmarsh affably, "is, I confess, to me a strong recommendation. There are rough diamonds and polished diamonds. As a lady, I prefer them polished and properly set, but any friend of Mr. Horace is welcome to Victoria Lodge. Will you please to walk in?"

Mrs. Whitmarsh entertained for Horace a feeling closely bordering on veneration. He was a gentleman of such exquisite manners, he was so highly connected, bis family was so unexceptionable, that in her secret soul she bowed down to the earth at the mere mention of his name. "You was speaking of diamonds, ma'am," said Mike Patchett, when he and Mrs. Whitmarsh were in the house, "and I make bold to say you area good of 'em. You've seen plenty of'em judg' in your time I dare say?"

Tho temptation was too powerful for Mrs. Whitmarsh she allowed her imagination to run away with her. "In the drawing room," she said, "where royalty receives, the loyal subjects pay their devoirs—I refer, of course, to those who are privileged to stand before their queen—the display of brilliants is positively dazzling, quite beyond belief to those who have not witnessed the gorgeoos sight. The jeweled fans, the tiaras, the bracelets, crowns and girdles, the earring, necklaces and feathers flash all around, a perfect corruscation."

This description was given with the air of a lady who bad been in the habit of waiting upon royalty, and Mrs. Whitmarsh was gratified to perceive that she had impressed her visitor with a proper feense of her importance in the social scale. "Ma'am," said Mike Patchett, "a ladv as can spea^c of them things as you speak of them, is, if you'll excuse me for saying so, a treasure. That's what she Is— she's a treasure. I will make so bold as to arks yer how many rooms you've got to let." "Thereare at present," said Mr-. Whitmarsh, "four rooms vacant, en suite." "Of course they're sweet—they couldn't be otherwise, when one considers who the missis is. Ma'am, Til take the rooms. Consider me your tenant from this hour." "You will take the rooms!" said Mrs. Whitmarsh, in a doubtful voice, and with a disturbed look at Mike Patchett's dusty figure. "O, I Know what you're thinking on, ma'am," said Mike Patchett "I'm not a gentleman of breeding. Granted. I can't boast of much of an eddycation, but I'ma man to be trusted. Else would Mr. Horace lower hiaself by arksing me to meet him here this evening between six and eight?" "True," murmured Mis. Whitmarsh. "I call that a point in my favor, ma'am. May I score itr' "Although you have a quaint way of expressing yourself," ssid .Irs. Whitmarsh, much perplexed, "I dimly comprehend your meaning. Yea, you may score a point but there are so many pointa."

Agin me," said Mike Patchett, quick ords. "Granted once wipe 'em off. Oblige window. Tb You see that cart?"

Iv. taking up her words. more. Til try and wipe me by ooming to the window. Thank yer.

"I did not observe it before. Why, it is full of flowers! Are you in that line,

"No, ma'am, not in the way of trade bat as an admirer. May I make so bold ss to ordeAbe man to bring in as many as he can carry? It'll be an agreeable surprise to Mr. Horace to see his room decorated with flowers. I may? Thank yer agin. Excuse me a minute." He ran out and directed the tramp in charge of the horse and cart to bring into the boose the choicest of the flowers. Returning, he continued: "May I score another point, ma'am?" "This is very singular," remarked Mrs. Whitmarsh, grovnag oonfused at the proceedings of her visitor. "Yes, yon may score anotherpoint." ••That's two. Would yer consider, now, for the sake of enjoyment, that baying them flower*—"

"Buying those flowers," gently corrected Mrs. Whitmarsh. "Yes, ma'am,, as I said—would yer consider that buying them flowers for a matter of forty ponnd—" "Forty pounds!" exclaimed Mrs. Whitmarsh, raising her gloved bands in wonder at the extravagance. "To please a ladd, and because I love flowers for tteir own sakes—would you consider thai another point in my favor?" "Yes, certainly," replied Mrs. Whitmarsh, sensibly softening "That's three, Ma'am, did you ever hear the name of Mike, otherwise Mikel Patchett?" "Never, that I am aware of." "It don't matter. But you may remember reading sometime agoef a nugget of gold being found at Pegleg in the shape of a cross, weighing over two hundred ounces, that the papers called the Sacred Nugget." "I remember it well." "I'm the man as found it, ma'am. May I score that as another point?" "Yes, you may consider it a point, said Mrs. Whitmarsh, beginning now to regard Mike Patchett as a person of im portance. "That's four. We're getting on ma'am. When Mr. Horace and me was talking together—" "Mr. Horape and I were talking to gether." "Yes, when we was talking together, the idea was put into my head of buying some diamonds to make a present of toa lady—" "Diamonds,sir!"exclaimed Mrs. Whitmarsh, immensely impressed. "Have you an intention of purchasing jewels?" "Yes, ma'am—large 'urns—such asyou spoke of, earrings, and crowns, and brocolcts "How much money do you propose to lay out on these jewels?" "I ain't periocular. Would a thousand pound, or two thousand, go fur?" "Such a sum would certainly purchase a number of magnificent specimens. The amount of money that can be spent in diamonds Is illimitable—illimitable! But is it possible that you, sir, who— pardon me for saying so—have not the appearances of belonging to the elite of society, can afford to lay out two thousand pounds In precious stones?" /.

Mike Patchett, in practical answer to this question, dived into certain mysterious inner pockets, and produced therefrom three parcels of bank notes, which belaid upon the table, before the wondering eyes of Mrs. Whitmarsh. "There's a matter of. eight thousand pound in them bundlec, ma'am, belonging to me and to no other man. There'B as much as that, belonging to me and no other man, in the Colonial Bank, and as much as that agin four times over, I dessay. My claim in Pegleg, where I found the Sacred Nuggett, turns me out, one week with another, fifty ounces a day. Reckon that up for me, ma'am—I ain't good at figures myself. "It is enough," remarked Mrs. Whitmarsh, "to take away one's breath!'' "May I score them notes as another point, ma'am?" "Assuredly they area point." Ui. s) "That's five. You're a judge of diamonds, ma'am I ain't. You might help me select what I want to buy. Being a lady of taste, th6re would be no mistake. What do you say to that, ma'am?" "It would be a congenial task." "Another point, ma'am?" "You overwhelm me. Yes another point." "That's six. As to the rent of the rooms you've to let—shall we say ten pounds a week?" "It would amply satisfy me." "Board and everything else extry, of course. You won't find me particular or hard to please. There's a party I expwt to jine me as I'd like to receive attention, but there's time to speak of that. Now, ma'am, I could score a lot of more points if you don't think I've done enough to prove myself a proper sort of tenant, though you can't exactly call me a gentleman of breeding." "What a lady in my position has to consider," said Mrs. Whitmatsh, oracularly, "is whether the heart is in the right place. I am satisfied to acoept you as my tenant on the terms mentioned, providing that Mr. Horace is pleased to signify his approval."

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make bold to say, ma'am, that Mr. Horace will have no objection to me. You make yer mind easy,and takedown the bill. I notice at the back of your house apiece of waste ground, wit a log shed on it. In an hour I can turn it iuto a suitable place for my horse and cart, The horse is a gentle creature, and '11 make friends with yoar poultry. As a matter of business, of course, it'll be an extry. Put it down at three pounds ft W06k»^' "Perfectly satisfactory, sir." "Then I hire for a month, certain, ma'am, and you'll find that we shan't neither of us have reason to complain. As a deposit I give you a receipt, ma'am If I can't trust a lady like you I'd de serve never to look a lady in the face.

And now, if you'll allow me, I'll go and look alter my horse and cart." In less than an hour Mike Patchett, with the supposed assistance of the tramp, Who looked on and did nothing worth mentioning, had converted the log shed into a stable, and having tethered his horse, and provided It with food, ne took possession of his rooms, well content with his day's work.

l\ CHAPTER X. JC1KB PATCH KIT OIVKS HORACE THS 5

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Horace, who as a rule dined at Victoria Lodge, was surprised, upon bis arrival home, to find his sitting room a perfect bower of roses. He listened in silent amazement to his landlady's explanation of the affair. "So far as regards money," die said in conclusion, "Mr. Patchett has behaved most handsomely, but money .is not everything. You, sir, are my fi sideration. True, the arrange made, but it remains with you it. You have bat to say the woi will give Mr. Patchett notice to himself immediately." "Mrs. Whitmarsh," said Horace, with a style of comic resignation, "yon have probably heard of one Frankenstein, who created a monster in the form of a man?" "In my early youth, sir," replied Mrs. Whitmarsh, "my blood was curdled by reading the story, and I nsed to lie in my bed trembling lest the wretch sboald enter by the window. An injudicious brother revelled in such literature, and It was through bis instrumentality that I became acquainted with the monster, and also with Sweeny Todd and Varney the Vampire. "Gentlemen," observed Horace, "of whose existence I was ignorant."

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Mrs. Whitmarah's happiest moments were those in which she was permitted to indulge in conversation with her superior lodger. "Sweeny Tq*id, sir," she said, in a tone of gratification,."was a barber who not only shaved wit took the life of his customers a$d sold the bodies of his victims for sausage meat and Varney,. the Vampire, feasted on maiden's blood. Tbe storks were sold in penny numbers and m^Arotbertook them in and harrowed his jpd and min^j

Surely I haye not admitted within these walls one who has the remotest connection with such beings! You alarm me, sir." "Compose yourself," said Horace, smiling. "My reference to Frankenstein and his monster need not disturb you. I merely mention them because it occurs to me that I have clinging to me a responsibility in the shape of a man whom it seems impossible to sha£e off. But my master is an amiable creature, and a most eligible tenant for you. Pray let'him remain, and after dinner tell him that I am prepared to see him.'.'

Ater dinner, therefore, Mike Patchet. was ushered into Horace's room by Mrst Whitmarsh, who would have given her ears could she have remained to witness what passed between the tenants. "Mike Patchett had brushed the dust out of his clothes and had indulged in a wash, but he still presented the same clayey appearance, and was in that respect in no wise improved. He was as cheerful, respectful and humble as no wise improved. He was as cheerful, respectful ahd humble as ever, and Horace could not find it in his heart to be angry with him. "I hope yer won't consider I've took a liberty," said Mike Patchett, glancing at the flowers, "but I thought it'd be a pity to let 'em wilt in the cart." "It was done with a kind intention," said Horace, "and I am obliged to you." "Thank yer. And yer don't think it an offense that I've took up my lodging in this here house." "I don't think of it all, one way or another. The rooms were to let, and you have engaged them with a view probably to the arrival and comfortable lodgement for a day or two of your— your property in the Prideof the South, till you convey it in your holiday cart to Pegleg." "You've guessed it, Mr. Horace. That's what I had in iny mind. I've been looking across tbe sea, at the white sails of the ships coming and' going, and my heart's been almost bursting with longing. Being here, with tbe ocean right afore me—the ocean that stretches ry's si

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I am nearer tbe Pride of the South than I was this morning, and that it's nearer to me. Every minute seems an hour, Mr. Horace." "It will pass 'quickly enough," said Horace, philosophically "you need not worry. Do you smoke?"

He placed a box of cigars on the table, and took one himself and lit It. "Never smoked a cigar but once,"said Mike Patchett, "and made up my mind never to smoke another. I wouldn't take a hundred boxes of them cigars, rare good 'uns as they must be—a gentleman like you wouldn't smoke none but tbe best—for my old cutty. If you'll allow me, I'll fill it." "Liberty Hall, Mr. Patchett," said Horace, leaning back in his chair. "All you have to ao is to please yourself here."

Mike Patchett produced bis cutty and a cake of tobacco, which be cut against his horny thumb, and filled bis pipe. After a few puffs be said: "Mr. Horace, I won't keep you long, for I guess you're going out to-night." "Yes, in about an hour's tipae." "My business won't take' that. I'll cuf It short. I worried you considerably this morning, and I ought to have been ashamed of myself, but it's more to me nor my life that's the only excuse I can orfer. Why I was so particular about yer taking down my name and my clothes, and all about me, was that I was afeerd—and I've got the fear on me now—that the happiness I leok forward to might come aDd claim my property instead of me. It's human property you've guessed that o' course." "Yes, I could not be off guessing it, hard as I am at guessing anything." thinlc I that

"Now, what might you property is—being human?" "Not a man." "Surely not—you're right there, a man." "A woman, then." "What kind'of woman, in relation to me?" "In relation to you, my good man? I should say, at present, in no direct relation to you." "Ah, you should say that, should you?" "Yes—but after herarrlval, very soon to bo "Go on—though you're floundering, mind yer." "My good man, there's no possibility of floundering. You are waiting for a wife."

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Mike Patchett staggered back, as though he bad been struck. "A wife!" he muttered. "Good Lord! As if I hadn't had enough of wives!" Recovering himself, he said: "Wrong, Mr. Horace, wrong. It's not a wife I'm waiting for." "Did you not speak of diamonds?" "Yes."

"And fine dresses?" "Yes."

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"And love?" "Yes." "Well, then, If those do not mean a wife—in fact or in prospective—I am at a loss to know what they do mean." "Couldn't they mean a daughter?' asked Mike Patchett, quietly. "Why, of course they could," said Horace, laughing. "I told you what a bad band I was at guessing." "And the password I was going to give yer in theorfice, Mr. Horace, ana wanted to swear yer to, was the name of my daughter.'' "fi you wish to give it to me now, my man, you can do so but if you require me to swear to it—for what reason and to what end, heaven only knows—you may keep it to yourself.'' "I'll give it to yer, Mr. Horace, without asking yer agin to swear to it. The password's Peggy. God love her!"

Horace flicked the ash from bis cigar and did not appear to be stirred from his apathetic mooa by the deep tenderness in Mike Patchett's voice as he ottered the name of his daughter. "But why, my good fellow," he aaid, languidly, "'have yon made so much fuss over a passenger in one of ear ships? That, you should be anxioas for her arrival is, I suppose, natural, bat that yoa should have put me to the trouble of writing down the details of your personal peculiarities, simply because a girl or a woman has taken pas-age in the Pride of the South is, to say tbe least, inexplicable," "Mr. Horace," said Mike Patchett, "how long do yoa think I've been in tbe colonies?'' "How on earth should I know?" "Right. How sboald yer know? Bat dontbe hard on me because I go a roundabout way to come at a thing. It's

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know no better. Pat it down to that pat it down to my feelings, which makes me on reasonable* I've been in tbe colonies eighteen years" "Well?" "And Peggy's very little more than that old. I aunt seen her and she ain't seen marines she was a baby. How Is she to remember me—bow am I to remember her, except that I believe I oould pick her ont of a thousand if they stood afore me. Aintiton the cards that some otber feller might claim her, and me not being much to look at that she sboald take op with him instead & me?w

"Not at all probable.'* "If I conla think so my mind'd be easier, but I can't think so, becausejthe love I've got for her makes me afeerd. That's tbe reason why I arsked you, a gentlemen every inch of yer, to stand by note. My Peggy comes ashore and looks atiout her. I goes up to her and ses, 'Peggy, I'm yer father,' but when I go to take her in my arms to kiss her she starts back, not liking tbe looks of me, perhaps. I don't say it will be so, but it might be so, and It'd go very near to breaking my heart. How am 1 to prove to her that I'm her father? I ses to her, 'Peggy, my dear, here's a gentlemen'meaning you, Mr. Horace—'as is ready to swear that I'm Mike Patchett, otherwise Mikel. He's got down on paper all about me—dress, appearance, everything If you don't believe me, believe him.' She casts jest one glance at you, Mr. Horace, and you say to her, 'Yes, Peggy, this is Mikel Patchett I can prove it.' She don't want no more, Mr. Horace, She sees a gentleman afore her whose word's not to be doubted and she gives in at once. Now do yer under stand?" "Mr. Patchett," said Horace, "you have most strangely overlooked tbe bes proof of all, which being in your pos session, renders all other proof not only unnecessary, but entirely superfluous. Your daughter, you say, is between eighteen and nineteen years of age?" "Yes—about that." "Does ^e come from London?" "Yes, she comes from London." "-Born there?" "Yes, born there." "Brought up there?" "Yes brought up there."' "And living there all her life?" "Yes, as far as I know." 'My man, all you have to do when your daughter lands Is to say to her, 'Peggy, my dear,' or 'my child," darling,' as the spirits moves you, 'Peggy, I am Michael Patchett, your father. I am worth a great number of thousands of pounds. I found the Sacred Nugget and I own a claim in Pegleg which Is turning out a fortune every week. 1 have stored In the Colonial Bank I can't tell how many thousands of ounces of gold. I am ready to spend any amount of money on you, to buy you alamonds, jewelry and tine dresses. Come, embrace me!' Before you know where you are, my man this young lady, who was born and brought up in London, will be in your arms. My evidence or any other man's evidence, that you are yourself, will not be needed, I assure you."

Horace indolently lit afresh cigar and Mike Patchett sucked at Ms pipe, which had gone out. There was silence for a few moments and when Mike Patchett spoke, it was a voice at once tremulous and solemn. "All that I've got," Mr. Horace, "Is for my gal she Is wtelcome to every grain of gold I can call my own. It her'n, It ain't mine, and to make her happy I'd gladly walk barefoot all the days of my life and live on mouldy crusts. You've seen somethink of me, and you know I ain't shamming when I say that there's notblnk that could be mentioned or thought of In all the wide world that's arf as precious to me as the hope that my gal will grow to' have a naternal love for me. But rather than that bhould happen as you say'd be likely to happen if I spoke the speech you've put in my mouth—I know exactly what yon mean by it, Mr. Horace—I'd throw my gold Into the sea younder, and myself on the rocks I can see from my winder, to be cut into bits and lost forever and ever, amen, everlasting! Mr. Horace, give a common feller, and a father asTs brimming over with love for his child, a morsel of comfort by confesslug that the speech you've spoken ^or him dou't come out of yer heart!" [TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.]

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The above conversation took place recently between Mr. George Karg,a machinist, employed oy Messrs Cooper & Jones, at 118$ Ridge Ave., Phiadelpbla, Pa., and a casual friend.

Continuing, Mr. K. mid: "My disease started when I was quite a young lad by having weak kidneys. As I became o'der 1 used to drink a good deal of lager beer this, in time, I found did not agree with me, it having & tendency to make my complaint worse. "As my trouble began to increase 1 looked about for a cure. I applied to two different physicians, they both uniting in telling me the same thing, that my kidneys were afflicted to an alarming degree. Each in turn prescribed for me without giving any material aid. Finding, if 1 ever hoped to get any better, I must look elsewhere for a means of deliverence, upon inquiring thoroughly 1 found an article, Hunt's Remedy, that was much sought after and extensively used. 1 procured a bottle of a druggist in our neighborhood, Mr.

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THE universal verdict, "The Hop Hat' ter is the best porous plaster ever made." Only 25 cts.

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DB. BENSON'8 Celery and Chamomile Pills contain no opium, quinine, or other harmful drug and are highly recommended for headache, neuralgia and nervousness. 50 cents, at druggists.

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An old physician, retired from practice, bavins baa placed In his bands by an EM India mtsrionsry the formula of a simple vegetable remedy tat the permafoent curs cfOcHMomptkm, Bronchi tii^Catarrb, Asthma and all throat and long aflfectkma, al»o a positive ami radical care for Nervoas Debility and all Nervous Complaints, after having tested its wonderful euratlve poweis in thousands of cases, has felt it bis make known to his wintering feUowt. Act-

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aated by fth motive and a desire to relieve human suffering. 1 win send free of charge, to all who dwlrett, this receipt, in German, French or English, with fu directions for preparing andming. Sent to mail by agU awsrtng with stamp, naming thtepapcr. W. A. HOYBS, ltf FOwertlBock, Rochester, M. Y. («ow)

Totten 672 N. 10th St., and began

using it. Finding it was doing me good almust from the the first dose, I contiuHted its. use, and my troubles began to disappear. "It is now six weeks since I began to use it.. In that time I have used just used six bottles^ audi sclemnlj proclaim,'I feel like a new man.' My backsl more solid than the 'trade-. dollar' appetite is good in fact, I am better every way.

Previous to the useof this medicine, wlien urinating, I suffered somewhat from a prickly, scalding, burning sensation. I am happy to say I an rid of all this and much better than in years past. I can recommend Hunt's Remedy as a trulvgood medicine and one that be in every household."

Mr. Joel Mann, of New Haven, Conn., writes, Juue 25, 1883: "I have been confined for ten or eleven months with painful diseases, and attribute my relief from pain to the use of Hunt's Remedy. After using one bottle, I was relieved of a long-continued pain in my back and hips my digestion was much improved, ami my strength returned, and I cheerfully recommend Hunt's Remedy to all the afllicted." .. "V

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"I was taken sick a year ago With bilious fever." "My doctor pronounced me cured, but I got sick again, with terrible pains In my back ana sides, and I got so bad 1 r,-,.

Could not move! I shrunk From 228 lbs. to 120! I bad been doctoring for my liver, but it did me no good. I did hot expect to live more than three months. I began to use Hop Bitters. Directly my appetite returned, my pains left me, my entire system seemed renewed as if bv magic, and after using several bottles I am not only as sound as a saverign but weight morq than I did before. To Hop Bitters I owe mv life."

Dublin, June fl, '81. R. FITZTATRICK. How TO GET SICK.—Expose yourself day aud night eat too much without exercise work to hard without rest doctor all the time take all the vile nostrums advertised, and then you will want to know how to get well, which is answered in three words—Take Hop Bitters I

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