Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 42, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 April 1885 — Page 6

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THE "MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE

Called Back

BT HUGH OONWAY.

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But I aid linger for awhile. The thought that my rising and giving the signal that my business was finished, would immediately consign the prisoner to that loathsome den from wnich he liad emerged, was inexpressibly painful to me. Every moment I could keep him with me would be precious to him Hever again would he see the face of a Iriend or acquaintance.

He had ceased speaking. He sat with bis head bent forward his eyes resting on the ground. A tattered, haggard, hopeless wretch so broken down thai one dare not reproach him. I watched "iim in silence.

Presently be spoke: "You can find So excuse ror me, Mr. YaughanV" "None," I said. "It seems to me there fc little to choose between you and jrour associates." lie rose wearily. "Pauline will recover, you think?6 he askfid. "I think—I hope I shall find her almost well on my return." "You will tell hor how you have found jne she

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be-liappier in knowing that

Anthony's death has indirectly brought aae to this. I bowed assent to this drei "I must go back now," he said, with a kind of shiver, and dragging his weary limbs slowly toward the door.

In spite of his sins I could not let the wretched being go without a word "Stop a moment." I said. "Tell me If there is anything I can do to make your life any easier?"

He smiled faintly. "You may give me money—a little. I may be able to keep it and buy a few prisoners' luxu nes."

I gave him several notes which he secreted on his person. "Will you have more?" I asked. He •gbook his head. "I expect these will be stolen from me before 1 spend them." "But is there no way of leaving money with any one for your use?" "You might leave some with the caplain. It may be, if he is kind-hearted ,and honest, a portion of it may reach

lae. But even that is doubtful." I promised to do so, and knew that, .Whether it reached him,or not, I should feel easier for having made the attempt. "But what willyourfuturebe? Whore t,'*re they taking you, and what will be your lire?" "They are taking us right to the end •f Siberia—to Nertchinsk. There I shall be drafted off with others to work

In the mines. We go all the way on foot and in chains." "What an awful fate!" smiled. "After what I have

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ssed through it is Paradise operant fore me. When a man offends agains ttie Russian law his one hope is that he way be sent at once to Siberia. That Moans going from hell to heaven." "I do not understand." "You would if you had lain like me for months, untried and uncondemned. If you had been placed in a cell without -•gl

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without air. without room to

move. If you had hoard those next to you screaming in their madness—madness brought on by solitary confinement 4uid cruel treatment. If every mornim as you woke you had said, 'I, too, shal be an idiot before nightfall.' Ir you Aad been frozen, beaten, starved, in or•der to make you betray your friends. If

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ou been reduced to such a state your donth-warrant would be welcome, then, Mr. Vaughan, you would look forward to and long for the gentle algors of Siberia. I swear to you, sir." lie continued, with more fire and anianation than he had yet displayed, "that if the civilized nations of Europe knew •ne-tenth part of the horrors and deeds in a Russian prison, they would say, •*fniilty or innocent, no human beings •iall be tormented ltke this,' and for Hio sake of common humanity would aweep the whole accursed government from the face of the earth!" "But twenty rears in the mines! Is there no hope or escaping?" "Where could I escape to? Look at ihe map and see where Nertchinsk is'. Hi I escaped I could only wander about fte mountains until I died or until some •f the savages around killed me. No, Mr. Vaughan, escapes from Siberia «ulv occur in novels. "Then you must slave until your death?" "I hope not. I once gathered together much information respecting Siberian convicts, and, to tell you the truth, was rather disgusted to find how incorrect the common opinion is. Now I can •nl^hope my researches showed me the

"The treatment is not so bad, then?" "It is bad enough, as you are always at the mercy of a petty tyrant There is no doubt but for a year or two I must alave in the mines. If I survive the toil, which is very unlikely, I may, by indtng favor in the ruler's eyes, be released from further work or that description. I may even be allowed toreside at some town and earn my living. I have great hopes that my professional skill may be. use to me. Doctors are scarce in A ic Russia."

Little as l.»! deserved it. my heart echoed his but as I looked at him I felt sun1 thcr' was small chance of Iris enduring ev a year's toil at the mines.

The door opeasd and the captain once in. Fie was growing knpatient. I had no reason for

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He was growing qnite won for wiahthe conversation, so I

him I sho -4d have finished in a tnonen£JlefiOdJetf head end drevr, .--J "If there i»auythinf morfe Icaa'do. kt me know,* I said, turning to Ceoeri.

There Li nothing—Stayl on* thing, cad. that rUiian-HMoner or fetarjto

all get his deserts, iiave suITered— will he. When that time comes, will

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try to send me word? It may be fficult to do so, and I have no right to ask the favor. But you have interest, and might get intelligence sent me. If I am not dead by then it will make me

Without waiting for my reply he walked hastily to the door, and with the sentry at his side was marched off to the prison. I followed him.

As the cumbrous lock was being turn ed he paused. "Farewell. Mr. Vaughan," he said. "If I have _wronged you I shall meet

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It was time to bring our interview to •B end. It had lasted so long that the civil captain had more than oncepeeped in with a significant look on his race, as amch as to say there was such a thing •s overstepping the limits of even such an authority as I held. I had no desire to protract the conversation with the convict. The object of my long journejr had been attained. I had learned all that I could learn. I knew Pauline's history. The crime had been fully confessed. The man with me had no claim my consideration. Even had inclined to help him I had no means of so doing. Why should I linger?

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your pardon. We shall meet no more." "So far as I am concerned I forgive you freely."

He hesitated a moment and then held out his hand. The door was now open. I could see the throng of repulsive, villainous faces—the faces of his fellowprisoners. I could hear the jabber of curiosity and wonder. I could smell the foul odors coming from that reeking den crowded with filthy humanity. And in such a place as this, with such associates, a man of education, culture nd refined tastes, was doomed to spend his last days. It was a fearful punishment!

Yet it was well merited. As he stood on the threshold with outstretched lmnd I felt this. To all intents and purposes the man was a murderer. Much moved as I was by his fate I could not bring myself to grasp his hand. My refusal may have been harsh, but I could not do it.

He saw that I did not respond to his ction. A flush of shame passed over is face-he bowed his head and turned away. The soldier took him roughly by the arm and thrust him through the doorway. Then he turned, and his eyes met mine with an expression that haunted me for days. He was gazing thus when the heavy door was shut and hid him from my sight forever.

I turned away sick at heart, perhaps regretting I had added anything to his shame and punishment. I sought my obliging friend, the captain, ana received his word of honor that any money I left with him should be expended for the convict's benefit. I placed a considerable sum in his hands, and can only hope that apart of it reached its destination.

Then I found my interpreter, and ordered horses to be at once procured and the tarantass brought out. I would start without a moment's delay for England—and Pauline.

In half an hour all was ready. Ivan and I stepped into the carriage the yemschik nourished his whip the horses sprang forward the bells jingled merrily, and away we went in the darkness, commencing the return journey which counted by thousands or miles. It was only now, when burning to find myself home againt that I realized the fearful distance which lay between me and my love.

A turn of the road soon hid the gloomy ostrog from my sight, but it was not until we were miles and miles away that my spirits recovered anything like their former tone, and it was days before I ceased to think, at nearly every moment, of that terrible place in whicli I had found Ceneri, and to which I saw him again consigned after my business with him was finished.

As this is not a book of travel I will not recapitulate the journey. The weather nearly all the time was favorable, the roads were in good condition. My impatience forced me to travel almost day and night. I spared no expense my extraordinary passport procured me horses when other travelers were compelled to wait—my large gratuities made those horses use their best speed. In thirty-five days we drove up to the Hotel Russia atNijnei Nov-

orod, with the tarantass in such a dilapidated condition that in all probability another stage would have finished it3 work in this world. I bestowed it, a free gift, upon my guide, who, I believe, sold it immediately for three rubles.

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From Nijnei by rail to Moscow from Moscow to St. Petersburg. I only tarried in the capital long enough to pay my respects to Lord and once more thank him for his assistance then, having collected what luggage I had left there, away for England!

On mv road back from Irkutsk I found letters from Priscilla at Tomsk, at Tobolsk, and at Perm, also more recently written ones at St. Petersburg, All up to the date of the last was going on well. Priscilla had taking her charge to Devonshire. Having been reared that county the old woman had a great belief in its virtues. They were at a quiet, but beautiful little watering-place on the north coast .and Priscilla averred that Pauline "was blooming as a rose, and seemed as sensible as master Gil bert himself."

No wonder after hearing this good news I was eager to reach home—Iongiinr. not only to see my wife again, but to see her, as I had never yet seen her, with her mind restored. Would she remember me? IIow should we meet? Would she at last leani to love me? Were iny troubles at an end or only begun? These were the questions which could only be answered when England was reached.

Home at last! How delightful to stand among one's own countiymen, and hear nothing but good intelligible English around one. I am bronzed with exposure to the wind and sun. my beard has grown to a great length one or two acquaintances I met when I reached London scarcely knew me. In my present trim I could not hope that I should awaken any recollections in Pauline's mind.

By the aid of a razor and fresh apparel I was soon converted to a fairly semblance of my former self, ana en, without having apprised even Priscilla of my return, I started for the west, to see what fate had in store for me.

What is a run across England after a man has made such a journey as my recent one? Yet, that pitiful hundred and fifty miles seemed to me as long as a thousand did a month ago. The last few miles I had to go by coach, and, although four splendid horses spun us along, each individual mile seemed as long as a Siberian stage. But the jour ney was at last ended, and, leaving mv luggage in the coach office, I sallied forth, with a beating heart, to find Pauline.

I went to the address given in Priscilla's letter. The house was a quiet little building, nestling on a wooded bank, with a sloping jjarden in front, full of late flowers. Honeysuckle twined round the porch, great sunflowers •tared fiercely from toe beds, and carnations sweetened the air. As I waited for the door to be opened I had time to approve Pi^stfEtafS choice Of a rating"

I Ldqatinyi 4m She was not afc liunie' had gone mit witti the

young lady aome time ago. and would not be back up til the evening. I turn-

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ed away and went In search 6t them. It was early in autumn, but the leaf showed no signs of fading. Everything was green, fresh and beautiful. The sky was cloudless, and a soft balmy air fanned my cheek. I paused and looked around me before I decided in which direction to go. Far below my feet lay the little fishing village its houses clustered round the mouth of the noisy, brawling stream which ran down the valley, and leaped joyously into the sea. On either hand were great tors, and behind them inland hills covered with woods, and in front of me stretching away and away was the calm green sea. The scene was fair enough, but I turned away from it. I wanted Pauline.

It seemed to me that on such a day as this the shady woods and the running stream must offer irresistible attractions sol found my way down the steep hill, and began walking up the riverside, whilst the merry stream danced past me, throwing its rich brown peatstained waters into a thousand little cascades as it shot over and foamed round the great bowlders which disputed its passage.

I followed its course for about a mile —now clambering over moss-grown rocks, now wading through ferns, now through pliant hazel an open space on the oppositejmnk I saw a girl sitting sketcn-

forcing my way boughs—then in ite ing. Her back was toward me, but I knew every turn of that graceful figure well enough to fee} sure she was my wife.

If I had needed extra assurance I had but to look at her companion, who sat near her and appeared to be dozing over a book. I should have recognizea that shawl of Priscilla's a mile away—its like has never been known on earth.

Hard as I found it to do so, 1 resolved not to make my presence known to them. Before I met Pauline I wanted to talk to Priscilla and be guided by her report as to my future method of proceeding. But in spite of my determination I yielded to the temptation of drawing nearer—from where I stood I could not see her face—so I crept on inch by inch till! was nearly opposite the sketcher, and, half hidden by the undergrowth, I stood watching her to mv heart's content.

There was the hue of health upon her cheek—there was the appearance of health in every movement, and as she turned and spoke a few words to her companion there was that in her look and her smile which made my heart bound. The wife I returned to was a different being from the girl I had married.

She turned and looked across the stream. Carried away by my joy I had entirely emerged from my lurking place. With the river between us our eyes met.

She must in some way have remembered me. Were it but as in a dream my face must have seemed familiar to her. She dropped her pencil and sketch-book and sprung to her feet before Priscilla's exclamation of surprise and delight was heard. She stood looking at me as though she expected I would speak or come to'her, whilst the old servant was sending words of welcome across the noisy stream.

Had I wished to retreat, it was now

Breathing a prayer that her prophecy might come true, I reached Pauline's side and held out my hand. She took it without hesitation, and raised her dark eyes to mine. How did I refrain from clasping her to my heart! "Pauline, do you know me?"

She dropped her eyes. "Priscilla has talked of you. She tells me you are a friend and that until you come I must be content and ask no questions." "But do you not remember me? I fancied you knew me just now."

too late. I found a crossing-place andJorganized, and with the coroner and in a minute or two was on the oppos'iiS^hysicians entered the mine. The ex-

bank. Pauline had not moved, but Priscilla ran to meet me and almost shook my hand off. "Does she remember—does she know me?" I whispered, as I disengaged myself and walked toward my wife. "Not yet but she will. I am sure she will, Master Gilbert."

She sighed. "I have seen you in dreams—strange dreams." As she spoke a bright blush spread over her cheek. "Tell me the dreams," 1 said. "I cannot. I have been ill, very ill, for along time. I have forgotten much. —everything that happened." "Shall ^tell you?" "Not now—not now," she cried, eagerly. "Wait, and it may all come back."

Had she an inkling of the trtith? Were the dreams she spoke of but'-the struggles of growing memory? Did that oright ring which was still on her finger suggest to her what had happened? Yes, I would wait and hope.

We walked back together, with Priscilla following at a proper distance. Pauline seemed to accept my society as though it was a perfectly natural thing to do so. When the patn grew steep or rugged, she held out ner hand for mine, as though its support was her right. Yet for along time she said nothing. "Where have you come from?" she asked at last. "From a long, long journey of many thousands of miles. "Yes when I saw your face you were always traveling. Did you find what you sought?" she asked eagerly. "Yes. I found the truth. I know everything." "Tell me where he is?" "Where who is?" "Anthony, mv own brother—the boy thev killed. Where is his grave?" "He is buried by the side of his mother." "Thank God! I shall be able to pray over him."

She spoke, if excitedly, quite sensibly, but I wondered she was not craving for 'ustice to be meted out to the murlerers. "Do you wish for vengeance on those who killed him?" "Vengeance! what good can vengeance do? It will not bring him back to life. It happened long ago. When, I know not but now it seems years ago. God mav have avenged him by now." "He has, in a great measure. One died in a prison raving mad another is in chains, working like a slave the third, as yet, is unpunished." "It will come to him, sooner or later. Which is itr "Macari."

She shuddered at the name and said no more. Just before we reached the house in which they lodged, she said, softly and beseechingly: "You will take me to Italy—to hit grave?"

I promised, only too glad to find how Instinctively she turnea to me to prefer the request. She must remember more than she gave herself credit for. "I will go there," she said, "and see and then we will speak of the more."

We were now at the garden gate. I took her in wi"

"Paulaie," I said, "try—try to remember me." A ghost of the old puzzled look came Into her eyes she paused,her disengaged land over her forehead, and then, without a word, turned away and entered the house.

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WALLED UP.

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Dark Mystery of Carroll County, Solved Alter SeventAen Year*.

One of the unsolved mysteries Qf Carroll county, writes a Villa Rica, Ga., correspondent to the St. Louis QlobeDemocrat, is the disappearance of Miss Mary Bagwell, over twenty years ago. She was the daughter of one of the most prominent farmers of this section, and as a petted child of fortune had been

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ratified in whim. Suddenly she from the neighborhood in 1865. Her father shook his head silently and sadly whenever her name was mentioned, but had no explanation to offer. It was supposed by some that the girl had been crossed in some of her whims and had merely gone off on a visit. The lapse of time, however, and the mysterious sadness of Mr. Bagwell put this theory at rest. Finally the rumor got out that a wagoner, who knew. Mary by sight, on his return from Atlanta, declared that he had seen her in one of the houses adjacent to McPherson barracks. Others, later, declared that they had caught a glimpse of such a face, but whenever those interested investigated, the matter the clews proved to De naught.

His years passed away with no word from Mary, but the bent figure and whitened hair of her father showed that he was failing beneath his load of grief. Five years, then ten, and it may be said that Mary was forgotten. Five more completed fifteen, and most of those who had known the playful girl were either dead or had moved away, or had their minds engaged with business affairs which shut out the past. Whenever old Mr. Bagwell would hobble around, leaning heavily upon the stick, the looker-on would simply remark:. •'He is looking for his child," and would then dismiss him from thought.

When seventeen years had passed by, a local sensation was created by the discovery which two little boys had made. On the farm of Mr. Bagwell, a little off the main road, there was a shaft over fifty feet deep, leading to an abandoned gold mine. While playing around the opening one of the boys fell in a little ways, and after getting over his fright he determined to go on an exploring expedition. Soon he came out to his companion carrying a strip of faded red ribbon. The two then returned and found, first, one skeleton, and then two, and one of them picked up a peculiar piece of jewelry. The find was reported abroad, and intense excitement prevailed. A party of men

amination developed the fact that ono skeleton was of a young woman and the other of a man in middle life.

Then arose the question, how came the bodies there, and whyP The story of Man' Bagwell was at once revived. The faded red ribbon was identified by an old lady as one worn by the girl on the day before she disappeared. The piece of jewelry was recognized as an heirloom in the Bagwell family, and was known to have been in possession of Mary. Still, there was no cause why her body should have been found in such a place as this, and there was no clew to her companion. Just then a long-hushed-up tale furnished the explanation. It was known to those in the friendship of the family that the girl had formed an attachment for one of her father's ex-slaves. The man was forbidden the house, and so far as the community knew, had left the country, and hopes were entertained that the girl mijrht be weaned from her strange infatuation. To the horror of the family, it was discovered that the girl had passed the period where her shame could be hidden, and that she would soon become a mother.

Almost crazed by grief, her father became moody and morose. He made a visit to Atlanta, and on returning home after dark detected afemale figure standing by the deserted mine. Stealthily creeping up his blood froze as he beheld his daughter in the embrace of the blajk wretcn. Indignation told the rest of the story. In a grapple with the seducer of his child the scoundrel hurled into the pit, and his dying groans told the story of coming death. Filled with remorse, shame, and frenzy, the girl precipitated herself into the abyss below.

Finding his way home several hours later, Mr. Bagwell bore his secret to himself. Fortunately the abandoned mine held its counsel, and it looked as if the old man would carry his horrible Secret to the grave with turn.

The result of the examination and the theories thus adduced was the arrest of the aged father for murder. The case hung long in the courts. It was felt he was cleany innocent of murder that the tragedy occurred about as described, and he was finally acquitted.

Still it is with a shudder that the citizens pass the tragic spot, and they pity "Poor Mary Bagwell."

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Just then a policeman came around the corner, and, seeing what he supposed was an outrageous attempt on the part of the men to impose on an unsophisticated girl, rushed up and grabged the sachel. "Come on, miss," said he "where did you wish to go?"

He had only just got the words out oi his mouth when the girl executed flank movement and tripped him up as cleverly as a professional could have done. Seizing her sachel, she observed: "When I've got any use for any of you tenderfeet

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She was about to go on and her three auditors were slinking away when a fresh young man, a hotel runner, came up, and taking in the situation at a glance, said: "Riglft this way, miss. Let me help you with your baggage

He never got any nirther The girl picked up her grip ana aropped the young man as she had dropped the policeman. Then the others laughed, and as the young woman moved on she observed: "If you duffers were up at Grand Forks ao you know what we'd do with youP We'd organize a homo for .the aged and clap you in it the first tiling. Come and see me when I'm haying. —Chicago Herald.

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Gov. Porter, of Indiana, tells a very funny story on himself, acknowledging that for once in his life he was floored. During the recent campaign he went into a small town to make a speech. He ih this way: am glad to meet' fo\i again. I always like to come to Blankvnle, and to see, as I do now, so many old friends."

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Here," said the old lady, "is avase, carved from a piece of a cedar post which had been on my grandfather's farm for many years. A cousin of mine took me out to the farm in his carriage, and we pulled the post up and sawea it off. I composed some poetry about it."

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