Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 December 1893 — Page 3
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Out of the Jaws of Death.
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could have been paid to, the friends who had disguised me. "Where to, lady?" asked the cabman when I was seated. "Carter street, Houndsdltcb," said I in the falsetto of old age.
At the corner of Carter street I discharged the cab. A few doors down I saw on a shop facia the name I sought—"M. Lazarus, farrier." I entered and told the shopman I wished to see Mr. Lazarus him-
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"What name?" he asked. "Tell him 1 hare come from Peter Scbemyl," I replied.
I was shown into a private office, when* a stout, dark eyed .man with a black beard received me. He eyed me curiously as took out from the inside of my dress the parse which now contained my precious papers. I was not the first mysterious visitor perhaps who had brought him a message from the heart of Russia.
He took the minute sheet of closely folded thin paper, carefully opened it, and having read the few lines it contained said: "You are to give me an ordrr for £300. madam/' "Here i: is," I replied, givixix up the last of the papers with a feeling of relief. "There may be some difficulty in cashing this," be observed, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the grease stained order. "Have you any objection to going with me to the bank?"
I agreed to this proposal, and he sent for a cub. iu which we went together to Lombard street. "You had better come in with me," said Mr. Lazarus. "An explanation is sure to be wanted.'*
We entered the bank, and he presented the strange order. The clerk examin :1 it apd then took it into the manager's office. After an interval of five or ten minutes he returned, and handing the paper back to Mr. Lazarus said: "I am sorry to tell you that we cannot cash this order, sir." "Can 1 see the manager? The irregularity can be explained." "Jt Is not a question of irregularity. We have examined Mr. Gordon's account and find that there are no assets. Mr. Gordon drew the whole of his deposit the day he left—that is the clerk said, correcting himself as if he had said more than he should have said, "on the 12th of November last year."
Mr. Lazarus turned to me and raised his eyebrows in silent interrogation. "He drew all his money out the day be wentawayl" I gasped. "The 12th of November," the clerk replied.
Mr. Lazarus handed me the order with a bow of mock civility, shrugged his shoulders as he nodded to tlio clerk and turned on his
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evidently wishing it to be un
derstood that lie washed his hands of the
affair and bad nothing mure to do with tue. I followed him to the door thunderstruck, tinable to reason under this terrible blow. "What am I to do?" I asked, overtaking him on the pavement as lie was about to step into the «ab. "Well, I advise you to be more careful in the future. It's a lucky thing for you that the managor did not think it worth while to put the matter in the hands of the police."
In speechless dismay I watched the cab drive off, feeling that with it all hope was going beyond recall, and then, bewildered and helpless, 1 .yielded to the stream of hurrying city men, and somehow drifted into a quiet turning, where it was possible for a poor creature to collect her scattered wits.
Stupidly, in my desperation, I looked round as if 1 might find guidance at hand. There was not a soul iu the court but a man in a white blouse, painting something on a doorpost. My heart sickened as I realized my folly. Then, apathetically, my eyes rested on the painter's hand. He was writing a name on the doorpost. I spelled out what he had written, "E. Pelharn, solicitor, second (1"
A ray of hope flashed upon, my darkened mind, I had heard Taras speak of getting ja solicitor's advice upon some question of business. Might not this solicitor advise me? 1 had money to pay him—the rest of the English notes Gordon gave me. There could be no harm in trying if I kept up my assumed character and took proper precautions. 1 went up to the second floor, and after pausing for a minute outside the freshly painted door on which 1 read the name of the solicitor I entered the office with every sense on the alert, I roiuemier that, the newly varnished door creaked as 1 pushed it open that there was a strong smell of paint that everything was painfully new. Even Mr. Pel lutm himself seemed new, ho was so attentive, so anxious to get mo into his inner office as soon as he learned that I wist.ed to have his advice upon an important question. He was a thin, eager, little man. with a clean shaven face and a pleasant, hi nil ike expression in his sharp, twinkling eyes. He reminded meof a sparrow with a lar«e bruod on the lookout for the smallest crumbs* "Do you know any one namecd Kara nagh?" I asked when we were seated face to face at his writing table, with the spotless blotting pad and the new stationery caae and writing materials between us. "Well, madam, can't say that I do," he answered reluctantly, "Any one named Gordon?" "Gordou, Gordon, now," reflectively. "No, madam. You see, madam, my practice has up to now been in another part of thq metropolis." "Perhaps you know Prince Borgecisky?' "1 have heard of him of course, bat I have not the pleasure of knowing him." "Can I rely upon your not repeating a word of what I tell you to any living crea tare?" "Absolutely, madam. You must understand that my professional reputation would be ruined if I betrayed, even by want of care, anything confided to me by a client,"
After a few moments' reflection I said, going without circumlocution straight to my subject "George Gordon and I were kidnaped last November," 1 began. "Kidnaped yes, madam," be said in the most matter of fact vo»«\ though tbe fall in his countenance expressed disappointment, and his penetrating glance iwtrayed a doubt as to whether his new client was quite in her sound senses. "We were transported to St. Petersburg and thence to Siberia." "Siberia," he said, making a note of it as though he might possibly confuse it with Cbwpside. "After traveling four week* w* escaped from the police and"'-— "Pardon me-may I ask why yoa were in the hands of the police?" "George Gordon was supposed to be Prince Borgensky, the nihilist, whom be resembles, and I was taken as his accomplice. We wt#e both being *ept to Siberia
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as exiles by administrative"order." Mr. Pelham's face brightened up again as if with the dawning hope that I might be sane after all. "We found a man who undertook to get us out of Russia for about 8,000 rubles. I George Gordon bad only 1,200. It was 1 agreed that I should be sent alone to London with an order on George Gordon's bankers to pay £300 to a man named Lazaros in Houndsditch. On receipt of the money Lazarus was to telegraph to the man in Siberia, who would then get George
He examined the paper with redoubled Interest. "Messrs. Duncan & Duncan—why, this house is just round tho corner." "Yes." "What reason do they give for refusing payment?" "They say they have no money of George Gordon's." "Is Mr. Gordon a man of capital?" "He is very rich, I believe." "Surely be would know when he wrote this important order whether he had a balance there or not?" "His life depended on it." "If you have no objection, 1 wiii go at once and see what the manager has to say. I shall not keep you waiting many minutes." "Yon will not mention the names of Kavanagh or Prince Borgensky." "You can rely implicitly on my prudence, madam," he said, taking up his hat.
After an absence of some minutes he returned with a piece of paper in his hand. "The fact is clear, madam," said he. "The whole of the deposit, £5,423 17s. 6d., was drawn out on the 12th of last November. Messrs. Duncan could not make a mistake. On the other hand, it seems incredible that Mr. Gordon, iu a case of such importance, could overlook the fact of drawing out so l:ygo a sum, especially .-is the odd figures prove that he was taking every available penny. Then you say he had only 1,200 rubles with him—a ruble, I believe, is worth about 2 shillings or half a crown?" "Yes." "Do you know whether he spent much money after leaving England?" "He could not." "And what day did you leave England?" "The day he drew the money," I replied, misguided by the statement of the clerk. "Is it possible that he drew the money knowing that he might need it?" "He had no suspicion that he was to be taken away." "Now, madam," he pursued after a few moments' reflection, "can you tell me if any one besides yourself knew of Mr. Gor* don's being taken away?"
"Yes, one person." "Only one?" "Only one." "Can you tell me his name?" After a little consideration, I answered: "His name is Kavauagh." "AhI Do you know in what relation they •tand to each other?" "George Gordon was Kavanagh's friend Kavanagh was George Gordon's enemy. He it was who had us taken away." "Most interesting—a complete chain! Did Kavanagh visit Mr. Gordon often?" "Frequently before our arrest. He was at George Gordon's chambers in the afternoon of that day." "I do not know whether your suspicions take the same direction as mine but it looks to me as if Kavanagh had got access to your friend's rooms after the kidnaping and made use of his checkbook. Has that occurred to you?" "Not till now. But it was pointed out that some strong motive was needed to explain Kavanagh's action." "A stronger still may yet be found. It is not likely that all Mr. Gordon's property was in the bank. Do you wish me to make Inquiries?" "Xo. It will be time enough to bring him to account when George Gordon turns." "Then, Item!—may I ask what you wish me to do?" "I want you to tell me how I can get money to bring him home."
Evidently the poor little man found it difficult to conceal his disappointment at this dull turn to an inspiriting case. However, putt: ,- the best face he could on the affair, he said: "Do you know anything of Mr. Gordon's private luTairs—the name of his solicitor, or any friend who can be appealed to for help?" "No. I know of nobody who can be appealed to." "You yourself ha\*e not the means?" "I have barely 20 pounds."
He sighed, mid after reflection said: "Well, madam, the only thing I can think of is to see this Mr. Lazarus and represent the case to him, of course avoiding the names you have mentioned. He may be disposed to advance the sum required upon til at order if we convince him that Mr. Gonion is a man of honor. With your permission I will cull on him this afternoon, and you shall know the result tomorrow mom'ng.*'
A er some discussion I agreed to this propo al and left 5tr, Pel ham, who declined to take any fee at the present stage of the ease. [2o be Continued Nexi Week,)
Mr*. Humphrey Ward.
A literary man who has met Mrs. Humphrey Ward gives this description of her: "In the first place, she is a handsome woman, Her figure is tall and willowy, her features are regular, and the expt°ssion of the face is very sympathetic. Before meeting her I had wondered how a woman brought up, as she hud been, in the best English society—not merely tbe smartest society, but in tbe society composed of tbe most thoughtful men and women of England—how such a woman oould have the knowledge of bohemian life in Paris that she displayed in 'David Grieve.' But when I made her acquaintance I speedily discovered that there was very little she didn't know. She has a really marvelous understanding of life as well as of books Withal she is tbe most womanly of women, with a most charming personality."
Engaged Ctrl*.
A girl cannot bet«ocu«ftU of berpereoaal appearance when engaged. It is a harm-1 lees and olt«u a very wis* piece of business to flatter your lover Iu tbe style antfrcolor of your new gowns. A contiuued disregard by a young lady of advice given by her lover, to whom she was engaged and who was an artist, caused him to break the engagement. The cw»tant outraging of his artistic tastes by wearing color* that were in screaming oootrast was mors than he could eoduwu— Chicago News.
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don out of Russia. You understand me?'-' "Perfectly, madam. The explanation is most lucid the case most interesting. Pray, proceed." "I arrived in London thi3 morning and presented the order to Mr. Lazarus. We took it to tbe bank, but they declined to pay the money." "Has Mr. Lazarus returned the order to you?" "Yes here it is."
TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL. DECEMBER 30. 1893.
§61 ftt§ Punch and tbe Toffee. A writer in The Pall Mall Budget, in an interesting letter about the toffee making which used to be so popular with children in the wintertime when she was a little girl, gives this funny account of an accident which befell her pet terrier, whose name was Punch: One evening we were all assembled in the schoolroom toffee making. The delicious compound was just ready to be poured into a buttered plate and sprinkled with almonds. Master Punch, as usu-
al* sat by and surveyed everything with his sharp, bright eyes. Of course he had been regaled with sundry tidbits, but these did not satisfy him, and he began to bark loudly for more, standing up on his hind legs to emphasize his appeal.
Now, I am afraid I was just a wee bit weak over Punch, for he was my dog, and despite his faults I loved him very dearly. I could not bear that he should implore in vain, and as I was the one who had been elected cook I put the big spoon I held into the half cooled but not hardened sweet stuff and took up a lump, which I gave to the delighted Punch, who snapped at it eagerly. But the naughty dog little reckoned any more than we did upon the funny effect that would follow.
At first he seemed to enjoy the ball of sticky sweetness, but soon we saw he was making curious movements of his head and jaws, and then he began to whine softly. "Why, his jaws are stuck together with the toffeel" we cried, and so they were, and we all sat and laughed until we wept at the sight of our spoiled pet trotting up and down the room and trying to get rid of the treacherous dainty. At last we came to his aid, at least I did, for I could not resist his appealing look when he came up to me and put his front paws on my lap, but it was a very subdued terrier that afterward betook himself to a quiet corner under the sofa for the rest of the evening.
The next time we were toffee making we offered Punch, as usual, a little piece of the Bweet stuff we had made crisp by plunging in cold water. But, no he would not look at it, and with his tail drooping he turned and trotted off immediately, and we could never persuade him to share our homemade sweet stuff again.
Making Stories.
When the boys and girls are seated, give each o*ie a paper and pencil then each one present in turn must say aloud one word— a noun, adjective or verb—and these words must be written down by each one on his Blip of paper. Supposing there were 10 people, there would be 10 words, such as, for instance: Dog, girl, Thanksgiving day, grandma, fine, walking, laughing, kind, grand, poor.
Now, when all the words are written some one says, "Ready," and then each person must begin and write a story bringing in every one of the words given, and the stories must be written inside of 10 minutes then they are all to be read aloud to see wtio has done the best.—Ham's Horn.
The Black Art.
Send one person out of the room, who must be in the secret with the leader. The latter tells the company to choose any object iu the room, and the person outside will be able to tell what it is. The object being selected, the person is called in, and the leader points to a number of things, including something black. The object pointed to immediately after the black article is the one. This can be dona a number of times, and the company remain mystified as to how the person can always tell the correct object.—Good Housekeeping.
An Attractive Programme.:
Mother—I wish you would- rake up the dead leaves in the yard. Small Son—I've got a sprain in my wrist, and the rheumatism in ray back, and growing pains in my right leg, and—and cramps in my left one, and headache
And toothache.
"After you have raked the leaves into a I pile you may set it on fire and jump over it." "Whoop! Where's the rake?"—Good News.
The Man In the Moon.
The Sunday School Times gives the story of the "man in the moon." He was once On the earth and went out to gather sticks on Sunday. When remonstrated with, he replied that Sunday or Monday was the same to him, so he was banished to the moon, where there are no Sundays—only Moondays—and there he has to work seven days every week gathering sticks, until his back is all bent under the burden.
The Utile Danoers.
One, two, three. Dance with me In perfect time. As in a rhyme.
Heads erect and toes in line. If yoa bnt see, Yon must agree That perfect in oar dance are we*
Death *nd Victory.
We read bow tbe French boy at Ratisbon ran up extilting!y to the side of Napoleon's hof«p and told Xapoleoo that the victory was woav The chief's eye brightened, bnt as be looked down said, "My boy, yon are wounded." "Killed, airf said tbe yonth, and dropped down dead. Tbe nobleness of the story lies in tbe boy's entire self forgetful new.—Farrar.
Dinner* and Table Talk.
The conversation at the dinner table should be general, unless the company is large and the table too long to admit of it. Bnt in any case each one is responsible, first of all, for keeping up a pleasant chat with his or her neighbor, and not allowing that one to be neglected while attention is riveted ou some aggressively brilliant talker at tbe other end of the table. No matter how unentertaining one's partner may be, one mast be thoughtful and entertaining, and such kind attention maywin the lifelong gratitude of a timid debutante or the equally unsophisticated country cousin.
Dinner table talk should be affable. The host and hostess must be alert to turn tbe conversation from channels that threaten antagonism of opinions, and each guest should feel that it is more important just now to make other people happy than to gratify his impulse to "floor" them ou the tariff question. In short, at dinner, as under the most social conditions, the watchword ever in mind should be, "Not to myself alone. "-'-New York News.
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An Artist's "At Home."
Every season there crop up new designs in embroideries, new appointments in table decorations, new ideas for luncheons and dinners, but the same "tea" is served in its decorative cups, and the cracker jar is handed at all informal affairs from December to Lent.
But if there is any variation to the monotonous tea served everywhere, it is usually found when an artist is "at home." At such a one, presided over by a charming Austrian woman, the fortunates who were permitted entrance regaled themselves on a Vienna drink. It was rich, well made coffee, sugared and creamed to perfection, and a lump of ice cream nearly the size of an egg carefully placed in the middle of the cup or glass, as the case may be, for it is served in both vessels.
The compound is delicate, nourishing and cooling. With it was offered chocolate cake in waferlike star shapes, the two proving so agreeable that few relinquished the privilege accorded by the gracious hostess of more than one cup.—New York Times.
How Nice
Miss Bell islooking, Addie. Yes,Laura. Why, only a year ago her face was completely covered with pimples, blotches, and sores. She told mother that she owed her nice, clear complexion to her using Sulphur Bitters. Well, Laura, I shall try them too.
The San Bath.
The sun bath is a wonderfully stimulating bath, as sunlight furnishes the same tonic properties to a human being that it furnishes to plants, and all persons suffering from anaemic conditions are advised to take a full length sun bath upon the nude body daily when the sun shines, as sunlight furnishes certain mineral properties in the proportions that are often administered artificially for the toning up of the blood.—Jenness Miller Monthly.
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