Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 October 1886 — Page 12

THE STOKY OF A MM

By BBET HAETE.

^Oftpyrlghted, 1886, by Houghton, Mifflin & Co., a»i

published by arrangement with them,]

Mistress Plodgitt, thus early estopped of matchmaking, of course put the blame on her own sex, and went over to the stronger side— lite man's. "It's a great pity gals should be so curious," die said, sotto voce, to Thatcher, when Carmen was in one of her sullen moods. "Yet I B1po6e it's in her blood. Them Spaniards is always revengeful—like the Eyetalians.",

Thatcher honestly looked his surprise. "Why. don't you see, she's thinking how all these lands might havo been her uncle's but for you. And instead of trying to be sweet end—" here she stopped t$ cough. "Good God!" said Thatcher, in great concern, "I never thought of that." He stopped for a moment, and then added with decision: "I can't believe it it isn't like her."

Mrs. P. was piqued. She walked away, delivering, however, this Parthian arrow: "Well, I hope 'tain't nothing worse.9

Thatcher chuckled, then felt uneasy. When lie next met Carmen she found his gray eyes fixed on hers with a curious, half-inquisi-torial look she had never noticed before. This only added fuel to the fire. Forgetting their Delations of host and guest, she was absolutely rude. Thatcher was quiet but watchful got the Plodgitt to bed early, and, under cover of showing a moonlight view of the "Lost Chance Mill," decoyed Carmen out of earshot, as far as the dismantled furnace. "What is the matter. Miss De Haro have I attended youP

Miss Carmen was not aware that anything •was the matter. If Don Royal preferred old friends, whose loyalty of course be knew, and who were above speaking ill against a gentleman in his adversity—(oh, Carmen 1 fie!) if he preferred their company to later friends—why—(the masculine reader will observe this tremendous climax and tremble)— -why she didn't know why he should blame her.

They turned and faced each other. The conditions for a perfect misunderstanding could not havo been better arranged between two people. Thatcher was a masculine rea-1 isoner, Carmen a feminine feeler—if I may be pardoned the qgcpression. Thatcher wanted to get at certain facts and argue therefrom. Carmen wanted to get at certain feelings and then fit the facts to them. "But I am not blaming you, Miss Carmen," he said gravely. "It was stupid in mo to confront you here with the property claimed by your uncle and occupied by me, but it was a mistake—no!" he added hastily, "it was not mistake. You knew it and I didn't. You overlooked it before you came, and I was too glad to overlook it after you were here." "Of course," said Carmen pettishly, "I am tin only one to be blamed. It's like you men! (Mem. She was just fifteen, and uttered this .awful resume of experience just as if it hadn't been taught to her in her cradle.)

Feminine generalities always stagger a man. Thatcher said nothing. Carmen became more enraged. "Why did you want to take Uncle Victor's property, then?" she asked triumphantly.. "I don't know that it is your uncle's property." "You—don't—know? Have you seen the application with Governor Micheltprena's indorsement? Have you heard the witnesses?" she said passionately. "Signatures maybe forged and witnesses lie," said Thatcher quietly. "What is it you call 'forged

Thatcher instantly recalled the fact that the Spanish language held no synonym for "forgery." The act was apparently an invention of el Diablo Americano. So he said, with a slight smile in his kindly eye: "Anybody wicked enough and dexterous enough can imitate another's handwriting. "When this is used to benefit fraud we call it forgery.' I beg your pardon—Miss De Haro, Mini Carmen—what is the matter?"

She had suddenly lapsed against a tree, quite helpless, nerveless, and with staring eyes fixed on his. As yet an embryo woman, Inexperienced and ignorant, the sex's instinct •was potential she had in one plunge fathomed all that his reason had been years groping for..

Thatcher saw only that she was pained, that die was helpless that was enough. "It is possible that your uncle may have been deceived," he began "many honest men hare been fooled ty clever but deceitful tricksters, men and women. "Stop! MadredeDios! Will you stop?"

Thatcher for an instant recoiled from tho fl»«hingr eyes and white face of the little figure thatliad, with menacing and clenched baby flngqrs, strode to his side. He stopped. "Where is this application—this forgery?" she •deed. "Show it to me!"

Thatcher felt relieved, and smiled the superior smile of our sex over feminine ignorance. "You could hardly expect me to be trusted with your uncle's vouchers. His pai, pars of course are in the hands of his oonnseL" "And when can I leave this place?" she asked passionately.

"We call it forgery."

"8 you consul tttfy wbfaes you will stay, if

only long enough to forgive me. But if 1 have offended you unknowingly, and you are implacable "I can go to-morrow atisunrise if I like?" "As you will," returned Thatcher gravely. "Gracias, Senor."

They walked slowly back to the house, Thatcher with a masculine sense of being unreasonably afflicted, Carmen with a woman's instinct of being hopelessly crushed. No word was spoken until they reached the door. Then Carmen suddenly, in her old, impulsive way, and in a child-like treble, sang out merrily: "Good night, O Don Royal, and pleasant dreams. Hasta manana."

Thatcher stood dumb and astounded at this capricious girl. She saw his mystification instantly. "It is for the old catl" she whispered, jerking her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the sleeping Mrs. P. "Good night—go!"

He went to give orders for a peon to attend the ladies and their equipage the next day. He awoke to find Miss De Haro gone, with her escort, towards Monterey. And without the Plodgitt.

He could not conceal his surprise from the latter lady. She, left alone—a not altogether unavailable victim to the wiles of our sexwas embarrassed. But not so much that she could not say to Thatcher: "I told you so— gone to her uncle To tell him all!" "All. D—n it, what can she tell him?" roared Thatcher, stung, out of his self-control. "Nothing, I hope, hat she should not," said Mrs. P., and chastely retired.

She was right. Miss Carmen posted to Monterey, running her horse nearly off its legs to do it, and then sent back her beast and escort, saying she would rejoin Mrs. Plodgitt by steamer at San Francisco. Then she went boldly to tho law office of Saponaceous Wood, district attorney and whilom solicitor of her uncle.

With the majority of masculine Monterey Miss Carmen was known and respectfully admired, despite the infelix reputation of her kinsman. Mr. Wood was glad to see her, and awkwardly gallant. Miss Carmen was cool and business-like she had come from her uncle to "regard" the papers in the "Red Rock Rancho" case. They were instantly produced. Carmen tinned to the application for the grant. Her cheek paled slightly. With her clear memory and wonderful fidelity of perception she could not be mistaken. The signature of Micheltorena was in her own handwriting!

Yet she looked up to the lawyer with a smile: "May I take these papers for an hour to my uncle?"

Even an older and better man than the district attorney could not have resisted those drooping lids and that gentle voice. "Certainly." "I will return them in an hour."

She was as good as her word, and within the hour dropped the papers and a little courtesy to her uncle's legal advocate, and that night took the steamer to San Francisco.

The next morning Victor Garcia, a little the worse for the previous night's dissipation, reeled into Woodfe office. "I have fears for my niece Carmen. She is with the enemy," he said thickly. "Look you at this."

It was an anonymous letter (in Mrs. Plodgitt's own awkward fist), advising him of the fact that his niece was bought by the enemy, and cautioning him against her. "Impossible," said the lawyer "it was only last week she sent thee $50."

Victor blushed, even through his ensanguined cheeks, and made an impatient gesture with his hand. "Besides," added the lawyer coolly, "she has been here to examine the papers at thy request, and returned them of yesterday."

Victor gasped—"And you—you—you—gave them to her?" "Of course!" "All? Even the application and the signature?" "Certainly—you sent her." "Sent her? The devil's own daughter?" shrieked Garcia. "No! a hundred million times, no! Quick, before it is too late. Give me the papers."

Mr. Wood reproduced the file. Garcia ran over it with trembling fingers until at last he clutched the fateful document. Not content with opening it and glancing at its text and signature, he took it to the window. "It is the same," he muttered with a sigh of relief. "Of course it is," said Mr. Wood sharply. "The papers are all there. You're a fool, Victor Garcia!"

And so he was. And, for the matter of that, so was Mr. Saponaceous Wood, of coun•d.

Meanwhile Miss De Haro returned to San Francisco and resumed her work. A day or two later she was joined by her landlady. Mrs. P. has too large a nature to permit an anonymous letter, written by her own hand, to stand between her and her demeanor to her little lodger. So she coddled her and flattered her and depicted in slightly exaggerated colors the grief of Don Royal at her sudden departure. All of which Miss Carmen received in a demure, kitten-like way, but still kept quietly at her work. In due time Don Royal's order was completed still she had leisure and inclination enough to add certain touches to her ghastly sketch of the crumbling furnace.

Nevertheless, us Don Royal did not return, hrougli excess of business, Mrs. Plodgitt turned an honest penny by letting his room, temporarily, to two quiet Mexicans, who, but [or a beastly habit of cigarrito smoking which tainted the whole bouse, were fair enough lodgers. If they failed in making the acquaintance of their fair countrywoman, Miss De Haro, it was through that lady's pre-occu-pation in her own work, and not through their ostentatious endeavors. "Miss De Haro is peculiar," explained the politic Mrs. Plodgitt to her guests "she makes no acquaintances, which I consider bad for her business. If it had not been for me, she would not have known Royal Thatcher, the great quicksilver miner—and had his order for a picture of his mine!"

The two foreign gentlemen exchanged glances. One said, "Ah, God! this is bad," and the other, "It is not possible and then, when the landlady's back was turned, introduced themselves with a skeleton key into the then vacant bed room and studio of their fair countrywoman, who was absent sketching. "Thou observest," said Mr. Pedro, refugee, to Miguel, ex-ecclesiastic, "that this Americano is all powerful, and that this Victor, drunkard

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as he is, is right in his suspicions." "Of a verity, yes," replied Miguel, "thou dost remember it was Jovita Castro who, for her Americano lover, betrayed the Sobriente claim. It is only with us, my Pedro, that the Mexican spirit, tho real God and liberty, yet lives!"

They shook hands nobly and with sentimental fervor, and then went to work, i. e., the rummaging over tho trunks, drawers and porto-manteaus of the pbor little painter, Carmen De Haro, and even ripped up the mattress of her virginal cot. But they found not what they sought. "What is that yonder on the easel, covered with a cloth?" said Miguel "it is a trick of these artists to put their valuables together."

Pedro strode to the easel and tore away the muslin curtain that veiled it then uttered a shriek that appalled his comrade and brought him to his side. "In the name of God!" said Miguei, hastily, "are you trying to alarm the house?"

The ex-vaquero was trembling like a child. "Look!" he said hoarsely, "look do you see? It is the hand of God!" and fainted on the floor.

Miguel looked. It was Carmen's partly finished sketch of tho deserted furnace. The figure of Concho, thrown out strongly by the camp fire, occupied the left foreground. But to balance her picture she had evidently been obliged to introduce another—the face and figure of Pedro, on all fours, creeping toward the sleeping man. \Jk'

[To be Continued.]

Brocaded Velvet Mantle.

The mantle illustrated is made of colored frise velvet brocade with a brown ground. It has a narrow vest of seal brown plush in the front, and is edged with chenille fringe that is headed by a dark brown feather band. The lining is red satin surah.

MANTLE

To the right is shown the back of the mantle. Set an underlapping fly fourteen inches long along the edge of the left front, and provide the fronts with hooks and eyes for fastening. Set a belt tape into the back at the waist. This mantle is handsome when made of black brocaded velvet, trimmed with black plush and fur or feather band of black. The feather trimming will be extremely fashionable this season.

Girl's Mantle.

This short mantle with sling sleeves is made of crossbar red ecru homespun. The sleeves are faced with brown satin surah, and the collar is edged with rosary beads.

GIRL'S MANTLE.

It is a pretty, graceful little cloak. Set a plaited postilion into the bottom of the back, made of apiece six inches deep and twentysix inches wide.

Face the front edges four inches deep with surah. Turn up the under part, which forms the sling, and sew it to the mantle. Baste on the upper part, and finish the neck with the collar. Provide the front with buttons and button holes, and set a belt ribbon into the back at the waist line. Tack the cape to the back at the waist line, as shown in the illustration.

Weddings.

When a bride is married in her traveling dress, at home or at church, she uses either a gray or brown cloth suit. Her gloves are gray or tan-color, as best harmonizes with her dress, and the gloves of the groom may match hers, or if it is a day wedding he may omit the gloves altogether, or he may merely carry them in his hand, as is sometimes done at the elaborate wedding where the bride goes to church in full dress. At evening weddings gloves are de rigueur for the groom, but instead of the pure white gloves that make the hands look larger, the preference is for the groom to wear the palest pearl-tinted gloves, broadly stitched with the cumfl shade, while the ushers wear similar gloves stitched with black: White neck scarfs are now fashionably worn by all men at all weddings, even at the most quiet morning ceremonies at home or in church. At day weddings the men guests wear tancolored gloves.

Long Redingotes.

Long redingotes covering the entire dress are being revived one in black Albert cloth is lined with crimson satin. It is cut with large full plaits at the back, and is double breasted, being fastened with plaid cloth covered buttons. Another, in dark, blue rough cloth, also double breasted, is trimmed with blue fox, which, starting from the left side, cfosses the bust and is continued to the bottom of the coat high collar and deep cuffs are of the fur, and the blue cloth toque trimmed to match. Blue fox will be the most fashionable form of fur trimming this year it harmonizes well with the shades of blues and greens, browns and grays now chiefly worn, though why it should be called blue is somewhat of a puzzle. It certainly has a blue tinge, but is an unmistakable gray for all that.

"Beholden,"

Instead of "Much obliged," "Thanks," or "Thanks awfully much," the Auglomaniacs in New York say "Beholden," or "Very much beholden to you." So, at least, observes The Buffalo Express.

THE FARM AND GARDEN.

DIRECTIONS FOR LAYING OFF A s" HALF MILE TRACK.

Cure Rennet and Make Your Own Cheese. October In the South—Double Plow—Is City Milk Better than Country Milk?

Race Track.

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A valued contributor sends the following directions for lading off the half mile regulation race track, so much the fashion at country fair grounds:

To lay off this track drive two stakes 600 feet apart in a direction to get the best surface. With each stake as its center, make a circle the diameter of which shall be 452 feet 5 inches. From the circumference of one let straight lines be made to the other, which (will be 600 feet long. This will be the inner circle. The outer one should be 18 feet from this for private, and 86 feet for public tracks.

RACE TRACK.

To get the distance measure 3 feet from the pole. The curves should be elevated one inch to the foot, beginning at the inner edge of the track. Our cut is improvised for the occasion and will guide in laying out a track, though not exact in its proportions.

Thanksgiving Turkeys.

About three weeks before marketing time you will want to begin to fatten the Thanksgiving or Christmas turkey. This is long enough if pasture and feed have been plentiful all summer. Corameal and oatmeal scalded, with hot, sweet milk, make the best fattening food.

How to Iry Rennet.

As home made cheese is a very agreeable addition to the farmer's bill of fare, every household should be provided with a few dried rennets. These are the fourth or true digestive stomachs of the young calf, which is fed solely upon milk. The stomachs of deacon calves or of fat veals should always be preserved for this purpose. The stomach is simply emptied of its contents and is not washed, slender twig is ushed into the pening so as to 'distend it, in the manner shown In the engraving. The ends of the twig are tied to form a loop by which it

DRYING RENNET. can be hung up in a dry closet. It is filled with salt and dried, and gradually becomes stronger with age, as the ferment, which is called "rennet," seems to reproduce itself in course of time. Two square inches of this dried stomach, steeped in a quart of brine, is enough for 100 pounds of milk.

A New Plow.

Here is a picture of a plow of interest to farmers. It is partly of the old gang plow pattern and partly not. It hasthe advantage that it can be turned close to corners nearly as readily as the common plow. The wheels b«ar it over the ground at the same time that U& shares cut into the furrows.

PLOW.

One extra horse will be required to pull the machine. An extra furrow will thus be made for half as much again horse power. It does not, however, break up twice as much land as the ordinary plow, but say one half as much more. It is simple in construction and particularly adapted to breaking up hard, dry land in the fall.

The Queen Watch Chain.

The queen continues to be the leading style in watch chains for ladies' wear, and it appears this season in more ornate patterns, with decorative effects and enrichments of gems. The principal change, however, from the original chain, lies in the pendant, which is now a locket, a tiny pencil, vinaigrette or charm of unique form and finish, rather than a cube or ball.

FASHIONLETS.

Shoulder seams are as short or shorter than ever. Shirred corsages and full plastrons are all the rage.

Birds are seen to some extent on hats again this fall, but ladies, dont wear them. It is barbaric.

Cloth bonnets appear in all colors, ready to trim. They are not so heavy as felt and better for the hair, admitting more air.

The present fashions require a superabundanee of fichus, vests, plastrons and parures te

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be worn at every possible time and occasion.

An Idyl of Greenfield With a Little Dissertation on the Rock and the Strawberry

Bass.

Illustrating the Incidents.:

"I have always had good success at that point. Let us begin there today." The Captain believes that Thaddeus knows every fish in the bayou and instantly agreed. The Captain at the very first cast hooked a beauty at least one pound in weight. "Not bad for a rock bass," quoth he. "Is it not strange," says Thaddeus, "that everybody calls that fish a rock bass?" "Why!" somewhat in surprise, "is not that correct?" "No. The genuine rock bass is an entirely different fish." "What, then, is the correct name?" "Well," says Thaddeus, "it has several, but rock bass is not one of them. The American angler has a ohapter on this very fish and calls it the strawberry basd, but it has different names in different localities. It is called croppie or crappie, strawberry bass, calico bass, bitter head, lamp lighter, strawberry perch, grass bass, chinquapin perch, big fin bass, paper mouth, speckled bass, fly fish and lake shad. These are the names of the northern fish. The southern varieties have almost as many names, but," says Thaddeus, who is an authority on suoh subjects, "there is a wide difference between the two species of fish. Now I will make yon a rough sketch of the rock bass.

ROCK BASS.

You see he is shorter and thicker, the fins are shaped entirely different and especially is this noticeable in the caudal fin. But why pursue the subject farther for I don't propose to go into a lecture on a subject so plain that it don't need argument"

STRAWBERRY BA88.

"Thad! there goes your float!" With an easy upward motion, so well understood by my friend, he raised a beauty to the surface. Alas! fond hope, the acquaintance ended there. Without even a shadow of disappointment Thaddeus replaced the hook with one of a different make. "Was it the fault of the hook?" I asked. "I always think so when I fish with other than a sprout All great anglers, myself among the number," (here a faint smile chased across the face of Thaddeus) "believe in the sproat."

The hook replaced, the next fish was neatly landed, and as fish after fish fell taour lot (all strawberry bass) and we slowly drifted down the bayou, every turn,every drift recalling some past reminiscence. ,.. ,. "I say, Thad, what in the world is that over there?" "That, Cap. is the rear elevation of some rustic Waltonian. He seems to take it very easy doesn't he?

I 1 /J is* hi L?.

h6 pleasure of

ihing is made raMy great when ne can enjoy this

.jfiportwi pamon whoeStefy being is filled with the love of this

gentle art, who would scorn to fish in any but the legitimate manner,who lovee his rod, his reel and line as one only can who is a true disciple of Sir Isaac Walton. The beauties of nature, the clouds, the sunshine, the passing shadows, the placid water, the songs of the birds, the hazy atmosphere, all have a charm for the true angler, and sucn was my friend Thaddeus. And when he opened the door of my studio, his faoe beaming with good nature, and cried: "Captain, let's go a fishing," "I am with you" was the immediate response.

The sun was not as early in his rising as Thaddeus and the Captain, and at scarce 7 o'clock some seven or eight dozen fine minnows in their pails, the business for the day was begun. "I remember," says Thaddeus, "about three years ago at that very snag of a friend of mine taking a header in the bayou. His son had just caught a fine fish and, paying no heed to the course of the boat, it struck the snag squarely. My friend and the boat parted company."

PARTED COMPANY

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RUSTIC DISCIPIiR.^ ^,

"Yee, but he has probably caught something that as yet we have failed to get" "I know full well what you mean Captain. You mean the wavy black bass. You are right. Our rustic friend stands there as immovable as the limb upon which he is leaning. No noise, no motion, almost a part of the tree itself. Tis one way to catch what Dr. Henshall calls the king of all game fish. 'Tis* hard to move quietly enough in a boat Unless you are trolling you seldom catch a black bass, so let me out and I will try and add at least one or two fine fellows to our catch."

So Thaddeus and I parted company, he to fish the shore ana I to fish drifting from the boat But there is no

Eaving

leasure fishing by one's self and not heard from Thaddeus for at least two good hoars, "he is certainly having famous sport" thought I, or he would have come to the boat ere now. So, my fine friend, you think to surprise me, but I will hunt you up. Easier said than done. He was invisible. But patience, here are his foot prints, and oh, bow quietly he was fishing.

QUIETLY FISHING.

"What luck, Thad?"

"...

"I don't think that question is in order. That spot looked so inviting that I—well really I have not wet a line since I left you. Let us go back to the boat, for it is getting late and we must improve what little time we have left" So, pushing off from the shore and placing fresh minnows on our hooks we took our share of fish and as the afternoon pleasantly passed away and as the. shadows lengthened, we wound up our lines., unjointed our rods and drove home in the quiet evening feeling better for a day spent at Greenfield Bayou.

A CATCH,

MARSHALL.

The Rumors. About the Murderers of Powers.

MARSHALL,

111., Oct. 21.—[GAZETTE

special.]—The rumors to the effect that the murderers of George T. Powers had been run down and would be arrested this week was without foundation. They were started by the discovery of the bundle of clothes, which was found at the Babbit Bidge school house one day of last week. There is nothing new in the case and the mystery is as deep and unfathomable as it was before the clothes were found.

The Prospect in Sullivan County. John Gerdink, of Gerdink station, Sullivan county, two miles from Merom in Gill township, was in the city last week visiting friends. He is a wellknown German citizen who was formerly a resident of this city, but is now a storekeeper and proprietor of a large grain and wheat warehouse at the station named on the narrow gauge railroad, which was named after him, as (it runs through his farm. Mr. Gerdink is anoldtimft Greenbacker, but in this election he is supporting John E. Lamb for Congress. He says Lamb will carry Sullivan county by from twelve to fourteen huudred majority and that he never saw anything like the enthusiasm that exists in his part of the county for Lamb.

Quarterly Conference.

The quarterly conference of the Freewill Baptists was held at the Zion church, near Morganfield, Kentucky. Bevs. Willis Johnson and R. Simmons, of Indianapolis, were ordained. Mr. F. Howell will not take charge of his church until next summer. The meeting was well attended.

Resigned.

Mr. John B. Coffin, railway postal agent from South Bend to Terre Haute, has resigned his position and will return to the plastering business, Mr. Coffin made a faithful and efficient official.