That
Mysterious
i Mafor.c.
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ETHEL A. SOUTH AM
CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.)
Hut ali thoughts of a stroll in the
[own had entirely forsaken him now.
He also, like Miss I.uttrell, had sud
.(*miy been soiled with a longing for
• » quiet afternoon under the trees, in
.his case to pursue an interesting de
late in the Times; and. with this idea
in view, he immediately turned away
from the window, caught up the first
paper which came to his hand, and
went out into the hall. Yet five min
utes later, as he sauntered leisurely
uross the lawn, glaclng cursorily from
iido to side, a slight feeling of guilt
for the first time came over him as
• gap in the trees revealed a glimpse
>f a familiar white parasol.
• Fiddlesticks! Because Miss I.uttrell
lu<d chosen to bring her book into the
garden was no reason why any of the
sther inmates of the "Koval Cleorge"
ibould not feel something of the
aunt inclination.
Ruminating thus, the Major moved
slowly on his way, passing first one
'nfietngly shady nook and then an
other. until he reached a high over
hnnging bush about 20 yards from the
group of trees which Miss Luttrell had
••elected, where he threw himself down
upon the dry burned-up grass and gave
himself up to the delights of a peace
ful summer afternoon.
And yet, as he took out his cigar
case and lighting a fresh cigar, glanc
'd casually down the columns of the
newspaper, it was evident that some
Ihing besides the perusal of the Times
had brought him to that secluded spot,
or he would have at least exhibited
some annoyance when. Instead of find
ing himself in possession of that star
>f 1 .ondon daily literature, he discov
ered himself aimlessly scrutinizing the
visitors’ list and the many advertise
ments which occupied at least two
thirds of the Saltcllffe Chronicle,
paused In consternation at the sight
which met her eyes.
CHAPTER V.
There was Master Sambo literally
surrounded by a mixed collection of
cigars and cigarettes, whilst between
his paws was calmly reposing a sil
ver-mounted Russian leather cigar
case, at which he was gnawing with
apparently as much enjoyment as if
it had been one of the most tasty
bones.
"Sambo, whero did yon get it? Oh,
you Imd dog! Whose in the world can
it be?"
In an Instant Kvelyn had seized hold
of the cigar-case and dragged It away
from the poodle's clutches, but, alas,
not before the whole of the leather
had become indented with well-defin
ed tooth-marks, whilst one of the cor
ners had been entirely nibbled away!
"We’l, Sambo, you have quite sur
passed yourself this time!”
Kvelyn held up the cigar-case before
the culprit with a threatening air, nnd
then gave him a couple of small pats
with it on his two front paws.
But what was she to do about It?
To whom could it belong? That was
more to the point than scolding Sam
bo. She raised her head and looked
round anxiously, but drew back as
her eyes fell upon a familiar form.
"Sambo, surely you have never
touched anything of that man's?”
Yet, as she gave a hurried glance
a* the initials engraved upon one side
of the case, her heart sank within her.
Yes—it was too true.
Should she make her escape into the
house, and leave Sambo, surrounded
by the litter, to settle his own diffi
culties? It would certainly be the
easiest thing to do; but certainly that
Sambo was her own dog, and that she
was responsible for his actions, would
lying back on the green swaiid.
No wonder therefore that, after some
rrilrnten he quietly discarded it, and.
tying back on the soft green award,
tilted hta hat far over his eves and
prepared to enjoy the perfect calm
ness of the day.
Hut half an hour had passed quietly;
hi* feelings of perplexity hail given
place to hopelessness, and hopeless
ness to a general sense of lassitude,
which had brought tiini to that stage
when the sights and sounds around
hint had grown vague and Indistinct,
tnd before long he was traveling
peacefully In the land of sleep.
Thus he was quite tinconscious of I
the fact that a little black French j
poodle had discovered him and hud
sniffed suspiciously round him for two
ir three minutes, and also quite un- j
•oiiaclous that, when that tittle black
Vrench poodle ha<l disappeared, his
igar ease, which hud been lying on
’he grass at his elbow* had disappear
ed also,
Meanwhile Mias l.ilttrelt, who had
comfortably ensconced herself tu a
targe bamboo chair, was deeply ub
tor bed In the thrilling Incidents of
her three-volume novel Ho deeply was
she absorbed Indeed that she hail not
the remotest id-a that Major llruwn
had even crossed the lawn or that
dumbo, who had been lying un lb*
rug at her feet, had grown tired of
making little grabs at the army of
gnntn and ft taw which had ts-cn hov
ering round bis head and had guar
trotting off to pay a visit to that hap
law ludtvldual
Yet, when he returned again and
«*tlted himself In slleaee h> her side
• silence which was perhaps omnaou*
-»f t iming «rll from lhe verv lari
that any unusual eatmaes* upon Ham
ho'* part generally foreboded mischief
• hr t>-at forw ,*rd and iv•mg h*
even from her book, a»ked whal b«
was doing
Mantlet' *
Horhu and d unsay were depicted
ofvtsa bar countenance her t*ne* were
PMeg with the keaneet reproach, as
sips gusai np frost her chair and .
not it be rather a mean way of yet- I
ting out of the mischief? She took
up her book and set off with Sambo.
"This will be a very good test as to
whether he is un educated man," mus
ed Kvelyn. "Common people can nev
er disguise their teeilngs. Anyhow, it
has to lte done; so come along. Sam
bo, and bear the brunt of his wrath!”
And, with un admirable assumption of
Indifference, us If prepared for auy
reception, Miss Luttreil braced herself
up for the encounter and advanced
slowly towards the recumbent form of
the Major, who was still lying stretch
ed at full length beneath the shade of
the overhanging trees.
Hut. as she reached his side and
was just about to begin a carefutlv j
prepared apology she paused, then
hurriedly drew hack, for the gallant
Major was si ill Indulging In the pro
verhlal "forty winks.”
Musi she wake him? No decided
ly not; It would never do to disturb
hi* slumber* Any annoyance that he
might feel Would he ten times Imreas
ed If he was so summarily rowed lie
"blew cogitated Ktelvn with a sigh of
relief at the thought of n respite If
he were accustomed to dropping off to
sleep In that wav nobody could pm
*lbly be held accountable for whai In
the mom white might happen to hts
belongings Hbc w.Mibl put the ctgsr
case down hy hi* *»*l*. and th*n well,
she might as well go Into the hotel
end think of »h,*i , I,,„ I,
I***t I' Wo't’d «>••! h. Heart V so
agreeable to r»nfc*« that d.unt*, w„„
the delinquent If it the «sm*> time she
could provide hit" With snot he, cigar
•as* the facsimile of hl« own Tht.
Hew Id-.* seemed so preferable to her
■rat one that as the stepped forward
to plo* lhe • a** on the grass by his
side, her heart aimed r#t ,«| (matlag
In her anvtetr not to waha him It
was therefor* with an ityMciui of
absolute fbnif, which could scarcely
Have been mow suggestive of guilt
had *h» been detected In the grt wf
.ommlttiag ****** heinous crime that,
as the Major suddenly opened his •)•*
! she started bark, and, dropping the
I cigar-case at her feet, stood the pic
ture of hopeless confusion.
"I—I am so dreadfully sorry!” she
stammered, thoroughly taken aback.
"I—hope I have not disturbed you,”
“Disturbed me!” echoed the Major,
looking perfectly mystified. “Oh, dear
no—not at hll!” He had sprung to his
'fret, and, raising his hat. was vainly
trying to Collect Ills scattered senses.
“The fact Is—I had come to ask you
if you have lost anything,” began Eve
lyn hesitatingly, looking round help
lessly an l forgetting in toto the calm
dignified apology which she had in
tended to make; “because 1 am afraid
my dog has been doing some dreadful
mischief.”
“Really?" returned the Major. “It
Is very good of you, I am sure. Rut
what has your dog been doing? Is
it anything so very serious?”
“Well, yes—that is what he has
done!” answered Evelyn, with a rueful
glance at the cigar case, the dilapi
dated state of which planly told its
own tale. "And now I want to know
If it belongs to you, as, if so. I cannot
tell how I am to apologize for Sam
bo's dreadful behavior. Where he dis
covered it, and how he came into pos
session of it, I have no idea, as 1
found it in his mouth only about a
minute ago; but-”
' Then do not trouble, please!" said
Major Hrown courteously. "It is
mine, certainly; but It does not mat
ter in the least. What is of more im
portance Is, Has he oaten any of it?
Because 1 should think that Itusslan
leather is not the easiest thing in the
world to digest.”
"No.” Evelyn gave u dubious shake
of her head. "Sambo knows better
than to swallow anything of the kind.
He is too fond of gnawing my shoes
not to have learnt by experience that
leather is a bad thing for his diges
tion." ,
"Ah—so this is not his first of
fense?” He asked the question anx
iounly fearing each moment Miss Lut
trell would bring the interview abrupt
ly to a close by walking off Imperious
ly with her head elevated as she bad
done on the previous morning.
“Ob, dear, no! He destroys some
thing every day; but as a rule, he
takes care not to spoil anything that
does not belong to me. That is one
good thing, or lie would be everlast
It gly In disgrace.”
"I see; he evidently considers It a
sort of mark of esteem, which he re
serves entirely for his mistress,” was
the Major's reply, made in a some
what speculative tone. "If that is |
the case, I must look upon myself as •
an honored individual, since he has
condescended to bestow his attention
upon something of mine. Come, Sam
bo, shake hands.”
"Yes, Sambo—put out your paw and
shake hands like a gentleman, and say
you are sorry for what you have done.
Hut please let me have that unfortu
nate cigar-case,” she added suddenly,
coloring slightly, as the Major bent
forward to take up the remains of that
once elegant article, “There will bo
so many different kinds, I suppose,
and, if possible, Sambo would like to
get another exactly like it.”
"It Is very kind of him, I am sure”—
there was a gleam of amusement in his
eyes—"but, all the same. I shall value
this one far more than I ever could
a new one of Sambo's choosing; and.
If I may be allowed, I shall always
keep it in remembcanco of him and”
—here he hesitated and glanced down
admiringly at the disturbed pretty face
before him—"his mistress!”
And so at last Fate bad been kind
to him.
As, live minutes later, the Major
tucked his newspaper under his arm
and took a leisurely stroll round the
garden, lie came to the conclusion that,
even had the French poodle devoured
a hundr< d cigar-cases, he would have
been perfectly compensated by that
rather short Interview with Miss Lut
trell of Luttrell court.
(To be continued.)
IV lint ttl*«»plaf*itpftt
Medical sc lent ota have now demon
htraitd that a brain cell .-usually loses
part of Its mb* ante during action,
file cell of the exhausted brain, in
stead of being plump and full of nerv
ous matter. Is found to lie hollowed
out, or “vacuolated,” a c-uvity having
formed without Us substance, which
has become filled with water This
means that a part of the cell substance
has (sen actually consume,I, precisely
a., coal is i on »'im«xl wh< n one gets heat
1 from a furnace. It ha* been found that
j If an animal whisie brain cells are thus
‘ exhausted be permitted to sleep. Ha
< e!ls res Illy r«s uperate, n >w material
j Is supplied from the blood until th®
| cell Is as good ,w n« a The bniln of a
I person, thcr. 'on-, who Is hr«®t by
fd.splewsn.ws is In the condition of a
| tncomotlvw which runs .tight and day
without going to ih«> repair-shop. •
A len.® Sifting*
twl be lb* » t».
\ lady went into a pat-try co»»h *
«4i..p the .t>. r day tin t he cun ter
1 wwr. ill*i<l«ie| all Shu of tootleioiae
.lain* let 1 he only sitrmtiiiii its a
| Hub- girl about to imii of age |*nt
. il a g<r«t ten pt t u Im you my .l<wr,1
*ke.| the t..fl “to see all the- • nl •
( thing*1 You must always he wanting
; to ewt them ‘ 1 »Mi no maim” wa*
I the answer * it l> e... ugh for me |*»
I *m* th. nt mad.- M
%« UnttiftlhHi
i t» Mif ilu* teM teit
! 'Fill villi m in * u*u* , u* nUw «*l
I Ite 4F4 I* t h‘C*ir*l, I'lMtf tewll
IMI* «M m |a*» rill ul'lfbIMI
j I ill \ IU*H 4H
The 1. *•>.* why <U«H yttwiH If* W
tllft It that they ubly »ay what they
j ihtnh
THE DREAM OF LOVE.
"It’s spring in good earnest.’’ said
Petro Peterson, as he sat at his win
dow, his heels poised on the extreme
outer edge, and a fragrant Havana per
fuming the surrounding atmosphere.
"And my house not let.”
Petro Peterson was a stout, bald
luaded gentleman of seme six-and
forty years of age, with bright hazel
eyes and a neat, compact little figure.
"I don't see why Mrs. Parker want
ed to give up tho house,” went on Mr.
Peterson, in his unayllabled solilo
quy. "She says it’s because the price
of board is falling, and she can't af
ford to keep up the establishment! A
great mistake! She's the only woman
I ever knew who could make a real
Preneh omelet, or knew what cafp noir
meant! Hear me, what can all that
ringing at the bell mean?”
He had Just tossed his cigar out of
the window, with the Intention of him
self hastening to the rescue, when a
red-haired servant girl cauio up to his
apartment, breathless and eager.
"What is it, Hannah?” he cried iras
cibly.
“If ye please, sir, the misthress Is
gone to mar-r-ket, and there's no one
to show the house.’’
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Peterson,”
cried a voice as soft and sprightly as
the notes of the bluebird now tuning
its sliver pipe in the far-off woods,
"but mamma and I have so many
places to go to, and we thought you
wouldn't mind our seeing the house!”
It was Jeannie Cope, a brown-eyed,
dimple-cheeked little fairy, with curls
like the April sunshine, a fresh com
plexion, and the trimmest of all imag
inable figures. She stood in the door
way balancing a fairy parasol on her
finger and looking with saucy artless
ness round his bachelor sanctum,
while Mrs. Cope’s matronly counte
nance appeared in the background.
Petro Peterson kicked a stray slipper
under the table and threw his dressing
gown over a huge meerschaum stand.
“Very happy to see you. I'm sure,"
he said, turning very red, and wishing
he had “tidied up” a little before he
sat down to his matutinal cigar. "Any
thing I can do for you—"
“You can allow us the privilege of
looking at your house,” said Jeannie,
coaxingly. “I—that is, mamma, has
got to move, and although the rent of
this house must, of course, be very
high, she thought, by taking a few
boarders, she might contrive to meet
expenses.”
"Exactly so,” said mild Mrs. Cope.
“Are you going to move elsewhere?”
asked Jeannie of our hero, as she
glanced at the half packed trunks.
“My landlady is,” groane,d Petro
Peterson. ‘It's awful to be at the
mercy of a landlady. Miss Cope!”
“But it’s all your fault!” cried Jean
I’D PAPER THE ROOM IN WHITE
AND GOLD.
nie with a rogpish sparkle in her love
ly blue eyes.
‘‘All my fault?”
‘‘To be sure—why didn't yon get
married?”
"Because I was a fool," said our
bachelor. Inspired by roses on Jenn
nle's check and the coral of her laugh
ing lip.
"And why don’t you get married
now?" pursued the relentless little
sprite.
"Would you,’’ questioned Mr. Peter
son, gravely, "if you were I?"
"Of course I would. Get married
and hoard with 11s. Mamma will give
you this room, and—"
"My dear!" checked Mrs. Cope,
gently.
"My dtar madam.” criej Mr. Peter
son. still with his eyes fixed on Jean
nle’s lovely face. "1 assure you 1 think
It Is an excellent idea!"
And all through their Journey from
cellar to French roof, while Mrs. Cope
considered the relative advantages of
this room and that, and Jeannle flut
tered to and fro like a graceful little
humming bird. Mr Peterson kept re
volving this same "excellent Idea" In
his mind.
• Mi*s Jeannle," he said, somewhat
awkwardly, as they returned down
stair*, supposing 1 should ahem
; adopt your sugestton. what would be
| your fancy tu furnishing a suit* of
I root* 1 *?”
"lari me see,” said Jeaunie looking
I fomiMMedly around * I'd paper tk •
' room in white and dold and I d nil tk«
windows with canary bird* and plants,
amt I d kits a Idue carpel and blue
| silk chairs and *»*fa -
1 "Vou like blue’”
"Very linen; II la tuy favorite
j color,"
It;ue It ahall ba, the*'1' cried Up
delicti' - I ba< heto. Vtr* Cope. If row
j should decide i*» take Ik* house you
will pL>**« r*s*rye then# room* fur
me an d and Urt. I’wiet ton ota ana, at
|d«l a week
And with a tender pr***ur# on Jesa
IPS little white velvet hand Petro
|‘el«r*on bowed Ike Widow and her
pretty daughter down ’he brown atone
stage
“It s as g>>«4 as settled " muttered
Mr, Peterson, rubbing bis hands com
placently. "By Jove! she's grown to
be the prettiest girl in town. Mrs.
Petro Peterson—It don’t sound so very
bad after all. I'll show the young
slips what an old bachelor can do in
the way of matrimony.”
As he turned, chuckling, to enter thw
front door, already in imagination
leading Jeannie Cope to the flower
decked altar, a light footfall sounded
on the steps behind him, and a slender,
good-looking young man of some four
or five and twenty stood before him.
"Good morning, unde," he cried,
breathlessly.
"Good morning. Joe,” returned Mr.
Peterson, nodding to Joseph Franklin,
his only nephew. "What brings you
here in such a hurry?”
"Is your house let yet, unde?”
"Yes—no—I don't exactly know," re
sponded Mr. Peterson, a little awk
wardly. "What does it matter to you
whether It Is or not, hey, you young
scapegrace?”
"Much, sir. To tell you the truth, 1
was thinking of renting it myself."
"You!”
"Yea. I. I'm going to he married
next week, uncle."
"A very sensible plan," said Mr. Pe
terson, beamingly.
"I'm glad you approve of It, sir, and
in case my wife and l conclude to take
a few boarders can I have your prom
ise to consider you ns one?”
"That is, In case you take the
house?”
"Yes.”
"I can't promise; in fact, I think
I’ve already engaged myself,” suhl Mr.
Peterson, importantly. “To speak
frankly. Joe, I've some Idea of marry
ing myself,”
‘‘You. uncle?” exclaimed Franklin,
in amazement.
‘‘And why not?” testily demanded
Petro Peterson, his bald crown turn
ing pink wljh excitement. “I'm not
Methuselah, neither am I a Catholic
priest. Why shouldn't 1 get married?”
‘‘There's no reason on earth why you
shouldn't, uncle,” responded Joe,
smothering a laugh; “ouly, you see,
you took me rather by surprise. In
that ease, why shouldn't we have the
pleasure of accommodating both Mrs.
Peterson and yourself?"
‘‘Because, sir,” said Mr. Peterson,
sententiously, “because my mother-in
law that is to be takes boarders, sir; a
few boarders, in a genteel sort of way,
and I’ve all but promised myself to
her.”
“All but! There is a chance, then,
of-••
“A very slender one,” unwillingly
admitted Mr. I’eterson.
“And if you should make no other
arrangement, you will let us have the
house?”
*'Y—yes, I suppose so.”
“There can be no harm In my bring
ing her to look at the house this after
noon after office hours?”
“No, I suppose not.”
And with this ungraciously accord
ed permission Joseph Franklin was
forced to be content, while Mr. Peter
son went back to his room to think
about Jeannie Cope.
“I do believe I'm in love.” thought
our middle-aged hero. “I'll take a ci
gar no 1 won't either. Jeannie may
object to smoking and a man that's as
good as married ought to be a little
careful about such things.”
Ho was making a little pencil esti
mate about the probable cost of re
furnishing the apartments he occupied
with velvet and satin, according to
Jeannie's not particularly economical
ideas, that same afternoon, when Jo
seph Franklin entered, flush and
proud.
"She’s down in the parlor, uncle."
"Is she?” said Mr. Peterson.
He followed his nephew resignedly
down to the parlor, thinking the while
of far other things, and suffered him
self to be led to a little sofa in the
bay window, where a slender young
lady was sitting, toying rather nerv
ously with a pink parasol.
■‘L’ncle,’’ said Joe, proudly, "this is
my promised wife. Jeannie, this is
Uncle Petro Peterson."
"Jeannie Cope!" gasped the aston
ished bachelor.
“You'll give me a kiss, uncle, won't
you?” said Jeannie, putting up her
rural lips in the most bewitching way
in the world. "1 said It was mamma
this morning, hut it was really Joe
and 1 that wunted the house."
"It was, eh?” said Mr. Peterson, with
a curious commingling of sensations.
"Yes, and you know you promised
to get married and board with us. He
did. Indeed. Joe
The bachelor burst Into a hysterical
laugh.
"I was only Joking." he said. Mar
ried. Indeed! I'm not such a fool yet.
Give me the kiss, Jeannie. I’ll stay
here, hut I'll not refurnish the rooms
this year,” New York New*.
I hank i'll I'ratldenre anil • luilrmcl.
A curious vote of thanks was re
cently passed at a iainp meeting in
Georgia at the last meeting of the
scries and was In the form of a reso
lution which wa« adopted by a rising
rate The preamble declared the ten’
drr of thanks to th<r»* named in the
clau-rs which followed The »«truth
and eighth clauses read * To the
railtoad tor the reduced rate of one and
one third far* for round trip to pci on*
attending the meeting a. t>> \|
nualti) ti—i th" father .Son ami Hut*
Ghost, for * ailing *n many of his peo
ple together and meeting with them In
|-«twer and dewmaatmUoit,
tile V*» lain*
Horned bread brush hi i ts the to ur
that MfiUaM all las Isa, and that
promises to gain n fteti following
shen tbs autumn • ;<**h*« luftte ta |t
Is tbs -are brown »<*** that d-w* hoi (
Make th* shin grow sallow wh*a * it* {
nwlghtao bat'd, S*d giors* of i|. *hus«
belt* *«4 *»» »*• as w*U, show, hr tk*tr .
tirkl) brwaisd *hlb*. wb*t **ay ib*
new -oar la airsadj * ten tag
DOCTORS ARE PREFERRED.
Literary Women Setui to Seek I’byei
. i.iiis 8i Their llu*h»ml8.
It has often been remarked that lit
erary women manifest a decided pen
chant for doctors as husbands. At any
rate, there are a great many of them -*
who do not have to send a servant tear
ing down the street for a physician
every time they have a spell of nerv
ousness. They have simply to call in
the services of "hubby” and all is well.
Someone has compiled n list—it is only
partial, however—of iho authoresses
who have chosen their life partners
from the medical profession. HeT*n
.Mathers, the clever authoress of "Com
ing Through the Rye,” married Dr. H.
A. Reeves, a well-known surgeon, in
1876, when the fame of her lirst success
was fresh on her. At the same age—24
—Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett mar
ried Dr. Burnett of Washington. She
had begun to write six years before
her marriage, when she was a girl of
18, but it was not until she had been
married for four years that fame came
to her on the wings of "That I^ass o’
Lowrie’s,” published in 1877. Mme.
Sarah Grand was but a "wild young
Irish girl,” impatient of home control
and already fired by high ambitions,
when she married at 16 a young army
doctor called Mr. Fall, who died a year
ago. She traveled with her husband
for some years in the east, and it was
only when her restless spirit had tired
of new scenes and new faces that she
settled down happily witli her pen and
began to write "ldeula." Miss Annie S.
Swan, who began to write children's Tf
stories in the paternal farm house In
Scotland, also met and married a doc
tor, Dr. Burnett Smith. Mrs. Flora
Annie Steel married a Bengal civil
servant more than thirty years ago and
spent her married life in India until
1889, when she found fame awaiting
her in England. "John Oliver Hobbes”
waited until she waB 30 before she mar
ried Reginald Craigie. "John Strange
Winter” was 28 when she married Ar
thur Stanuard, a civil engineer, and
two years later her charming book,
"Bootle's Baby,” with its wonderful
knowledge of infant and military life,
made her famous. Miss Olive Schreiner
waited long before she was content to
part with her freedom to Mr. Cron
wright, a south African gentleman
farmer, and, like herself, '"a child of
the velt.” “Rita” lias twice tempted
Providence at the altar, her second
husband being W. Desmond Hum
phreys, a gentleman of County Cork.
Thackeray’s gifted daughter, the au
thor of so many delightful novels, is
known to her friends as Mrs. Rich*
mond Ritchie.
ROMANCE OF WEALTH.
Story of Revenge ami the Discovery of
feljoo.ouo,
Chadron (N'eb.) correspondence St.
Louis Globe-Democrat: Tip Morton,
who formerly resided in Chadron, but *4
who for tn3 past few years lias been
prospecting in and about Lead City and
Custer, S. D., was here for a few weeks
visiting old friends, and while here re
lated a story of an old German who re
sided near his claim for years, and who
died recently, which reads like a ro
mance. '1 he old man’s name was Wil
liam Bismarck, but ho was known
there as Prince Bismarck. When quite
young he was deprived of his fortune
in ills native land by au unjust law,
and, being deeply mortiiled at having
lost his fortune and also caste with
his former friends and associates, he
at once determined to come to America,
make a fortune, anil then return to his S
native land and lord it over those who
cut him. Before he lost his fortune he
married u very highly educated and
highly connected but rather poor lady.
He thought, of course, after she left
her old associates, she would change,
and so broke the news to her of his de
termination to leave Germany. But she
refused to accompany him. Just after
arriving in New York he Joined a party
of prospectors bound for the Black
hills. This was early in the ’7Us, Upon
arriving in the hills he took several
claims, and was fortunate in disposing
of them at a big sum. Soon after this
he married a German girl, the daughter
of a well-to-do ranchman. They worked
hard and were frugal. Ho kept his
money secreted somewhere In the vi
cinity of his house, but even his wife
did not know the place. When ho was
about really to return to the scenes of
his childhood to wreak vengeance on
his former wife and his associates ho
suddenly died, without leaving a will.
Kroin that da> until a short time ago u
constant search was conducted for bis
money, but until a few days ago un
success! ully. In a claim dose to the
house a small cave was discovered Jt ^
was explored, and In this cave poor
Bismarck kept burying his money fur
years In the solid stone, carefully cov
ered by a slab of stone. Mr. Morton
says that 1300.000 was taken out of ihs
rock. The widow of ItUmarck paid the
party well who uueurthed the money,
and It la said she will soon leave for
Germany and to the extent of her
ability, try to carry out her husband'
* tshes.
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