The Brussels Post, 1889-10-18, Page 6c► eemperancc 4lotes,
Seiattor Blair rays t "ilio late
prohibition detente are victories.
Let no one despair but the rum
pottier."
A prondecnt firm of glass-mak•
[rein Philadelphia, refused a large
order for bottlee from a liquor
house.
In Chicago, Saye aleading brewer
of that city, eighty-six per cent. of
the saloons are controlled by the
breweries.
The death rate in the London
temperance Iloepltal, during 1888,
was the lowest of any of the London
hospi tale.
South Dakota has a"prohibition
cow," contributed by a farmer, to be
minced or sold to aid coustitutional
prohibition.
The Church of England temper.
duce society has opened a home in
North Londcu for inebriate women
of the middle class.
All screens and blinds were re -
mored from the saloons in Wil-
mingten, Del., on the let ofJnne,
under the new license law.
It ie claimed that on a vote taken
the other day, Cincinnati would
give 10,000 majority in favor of ()u-
forcing the Sunday closing law.
The bar -rooms oppose the gospel
of Christ, and the ministers of the
gospel will oppose the bar -rooms
until the last one ie closed. What
else can they do as preachers of
righteousness 2
The Kansas City Times tells a
truth spitefully thus : "Do you see
any more prohibition beads stinking
up nowadays ? If you do, let's bit
em while ne have our hand in.
There's nothing that will lay out
prohibition quite so easily and thor-
ongbly as the good cudgel of high
license."
A Notion Of Nancy's.
"Heigh lio 1 I am afraid there
moist be something wrong with me,"
said Nancy, as she ant down in the
blooming grass ruder the old elm
Tree. "I am tired of the country.
I know it is wicked to feel so, and
yet I bate the very sound of a bee
and the graasboppers drive me
frantic. Oh, dear I it is all so
drowsy and dull and dreary—and—
all the other d's. ' She concluded
savagely : "I want to go back to
the city. I just hate this place."
There never was a more unreason-
able girl than Nancy Stevens, and
her present menta) attitude betray-
ed her at once. Ferndale was ono
of the loveliest spots in all the
country, and to its broad, blooming
acres she had lately fallen heiress
by her grandfather's will ; but the
life there bored her.
She settled down comfortably un-
der the tree and shut her eyes.
Nancy fell fast asleep.
An hour slipped by and Nancy
woke with a not very [esthetic yawn
which epoiled her pose entirely.
'Dear me 1' she exclaimed. 'What
an absurd dream 1 had 1 I was go.
ing over grandpa's papers in the
old mahogany desk and I camp
across a photograph. I don't re-
member what it looked. like, only it
• was a very handsome man, and on
the back of it was written 'To Nancy
from her devoted lover. I' picked it
up and it was awfully heavy, and
kept getting heavier and heavier till
1 dropped it on the floor, and then
it began to grow and grow till it
suddenly turned into a real man,
who caught my hnnde and held
them so tight that it hurt me."
Nancy lifted her hands half rue-
fully. 'I think a bee stung me just
then,' she said. 'There's an ugly
rod mark that smarts a good deal.'
T wonder what there is in grand-
pa's old desk, anyway 2 No photo-
graphs of handsome men, I venture
to say ; but I've a great mind to
ransack the pigeon holes, just for
fun. It's a regular Noah's ark, I'm
sure.'
Tho idea seemed to please her
and, as her drowsiness gradually
left her, she got up and sauntered
alto the house where her grand-
father's desk stood in one corner of
the quaint old drawing room. She
bad a great time finding the key,
and, when she had unlocked it she
felt inclined to shut it up again.
'Mercy t' she cried, with an in-
nate horror of the dust that pre-
vaded everything. 'Why don't
people burn all their, old letters and
trash before they die 2 I mean to
anyhow. Just fancy going over
these melancholy old papers. It's
like spending a day in a family
mausoleum.'
Nevertheless, Nancy drew up a
tall rush bottomed chair and sat
down before the desk, not without
some curiosity. With a little Jap.
Sneed feather duster she flicked
away the gray coating of dust that n
enveloped everything, and began to t
run ever the pigeon boles one by
One. e
'There aro no photographs, evi•
densly,' she said, thinking of her b
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w.
dreamt, and with a languid interes
she picked up first ono letter, the
another, scraps of paper, mower -
mule, newspaper clippings, yellooa
teeter heads, also bills and reooipls
and all the odds and elide that ao-
(stimulate in au old desk.
'Why 1' she said presently, 'here
is a letter already stamped and ad
dressed, and it has never been sent.
Poor grandpa must have mislaid it.
He always was forgetful. Let mo
see 1 It's addressed to John White
Draper, 42 Pairthorne street, City.
What city, I tomer 2' Nancy took
a paper knife and cut the envelope
open. A. letter written by her grand-
father almost a year before his death
was inclosed.
'My dear Mr. Draper,' the letter
began in old lir, Stevens' quaint,
preciee band, 'I neglected to tell
you thatI have trausferred my aa•
count with Craig & Hamilton, and
have placed a balance of forty thous.
and dollars subject to your order
with the First National bank of
T--. Upon inquiry I have found
Craig & Hamilton rather shaky,
and consider this a wise movo. I
have not said anything about this
to any one, as I do not care to start
a run on the firm for nothing, may-
be. I think we'd better keep quiet
about it. Yours very trnly.
"Geo. Stevens."
'Well,' said Nancy, glancing over
the letter and it's date, 'that was
written the very clay grandpa bad
hie stroke of apoplexy. I suppose
that is why it was never sent. He
was never the same afterwards. I
wonder what became of the forty
thousand dollars 2 It went into the
estate, I suppose. Mr. Terry pro-
bably Raw to that.'
Nancy laid the letter down and
went on with something else. But
she soon grew tired and shut up the
old dust trap in disgust.
'There ie nothing ihtorestiug en
there,' she ooneladed with a yawn.
'It's like everything else in tide
poky ofd house. Oh, dear 1 I can't
stand it any longer. I won't etaud
1 l'm going to the city to -morrow.'
This was her own idea. While
everybody was hurrying away from
the Moat and dust, Nancy was pin -
lug for brick walls and the jingle of
the etreet car bells. The next day
she carried oat her threat and left
Ferndale.
As she entered the car a gentle-
man got up with a smile of welcome.
'Oh, lir. Crafton i' Nancy said
gayly. 'How are you 2 I heard you
were seeteneed for life to hard
labor.'
'Is that the way you put it 2'
said her acquaintance, a well known
clergyman ; 'I believe they have
appointed me chaplain of the peni-
tentiary.'
'What on earth aro you going
for 2' Nancy persisted. '11 must be
horrible. Panay being shut up all
the time with a lot of burglars and
cut throats 1'
'It won't be all the time,' said
Air. Grafton, with an indulgent
smile ; 'besides some one has t0
look after these poor wretches, you
know.'
'Yes, I suppose so,' said Nancy
'uefully ; 'but I wanted you at St.
Luke's. Do you know, Mr. Graf-
ton, I've never been in jail in my
life 2'
'I suppose not,' said the clergy•
man, laughing.
'No,' Nancy persisted. 'I mean
that I have never even seen a peni-
tentiary. I should like awfully to
go through some time.'
'And see all the burglars and out
throats 2' he asked quizzically.
'Just for once. Do you suppose
I could some time ?'
'There is nothing easier, if yon
like,' Mr. Grafton replied. 'I am
going over there to -morrow, and if
you would like to go along, I will
take you.'
This was how Nancy came to
make the excursion, and the new
chaplain of the Hoburn penitentiary
made his first round in company
with a beautiful girl, whose bine
eyes and golden hair provoked many
admiring glances.
Nanny looked very sweet that
morning in a quiet gray gown, that
set off her Blender, graceful figure to
perfection. A bunch of ferns and
violets was fastened in her corsage,
and Mr, Grafton smiled on his
pretty companion with quiet ap.
proval.
'We arejust in time, it seems,'
he said, when he had spoken to the
chief warden. 'The convicts aro
just going to dinner. If you come
out here you'll see them cross the
court in a body.'
Haney followed him and their
guide, a small boy, who conveyed
them to a stairway leading down in-
to the court at the foot of whioh
stood the warden with folded arms,
while the prison clock struck 12,
'They will come out to dinner
ow,' said the boy, and almost at
he same moment, Naney heard the
tramp of fent on the flags of the
Dirt yard.
Tho priscners came out in their
lack and brown striped eenviot
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n smnuth rllaven fades. At the eight
of Naney'e lovely face locking down
I at thorn from the stairway, more
I than ono stolid oonnteuanoelighten-
ed with it smile of pleasure, and the
1 mom glanced back more then 0000
at the pretty vision,
'Why, they loon Peet like other
men,' Nancy thought, and tion her
heart gave a great bound, A mau'e
pale face was lifted for a moment
from those homely ranks, a deiioate,
refined face, from which this most
hideous garb could not wholly take
a certain air of distinction. The
dark lnelauoholy oyes were lifted to
Nancy's fano, and ti strange sense
of recognition [tame over her.
Where had she soon that face be
fore 2 Surely' she had met that
man eumowhere 1 Who was he 2
The feet tramped by and tbo column
moved ou, but not before this
strange prisoner hall bowed his head
with the air of a courtier, and, Nem
cy obeying some strange impulse,
threw flim a knot of flowers from
her boquet.
idis face lighted for a moment
with a smile, and then settled back
into its former shade of melancholy.
'Who is that 2' Nancy said
breathlessly, as the man moved ou,
and she saw the conviot touch the
flowers delicately to his lips. 'Why
is ho here; that man who bowed to
me 2'
'That one 2' interrupted the small
boy, pointing to the prisoner. 'That
is Draper. FIe's a swell, he is-
Used to be the treaanror of some
big company, and stole a lot of
money ; that's how he got hero.'
"Oh 1' exclaimed Mr. Grafton,
with a sudden interest. 'is that Dra-
per 2 Surely you have heard of
him, Miss Stevens 2'Hs stole $40,•
000 from your grandfather's estate.'
'What did you say 2 I don't un-
derstand,' Nancy cried.
'Why, you remember about 11,'
Mr. Grafton continued. 'It happen•
0d just after the Craig & Hamilton
failure. They said that your grand-
father had withdrawn $40,000 from
the firm, and thou Mr. Terry found
an entry in Mr. Stevens' books
which showed he'd put the mousy
in trust in Draper's hands. Draper
swore he never had the money ; but
it couldn't bo found, and your cous-
in had him arrested.'
'And they sunt him to this dread•
ful place 2' Nancy cried excitedly.
'How long has he been here 2'
'Six months or so, I guess,' Mr.
Grafton replied. 'Fine looking fel-
low, isn't he 2 Well have you seen
enough of this 2 Shall we go bask
and go through the wards 2'
'Oh, what a dreadful place 1'
Nancy oried with a shiver. Her in-
terest flagged. Curiosity had given
place to horror. Draper's face
haunted her. Where had she seen
it ? What did it all mean ?
'Mr- Grafton,' she said, suddenly,
'I cannot stay this morning to go
through the wards, I have just
thought of something, and I must
go back to Ferndale by the first
train.'
Naturally, Mr. Grafton stared,
but Nancy made very brief excuses.
When Jno. Draper came back
from hie dinner, there was a flush
on his fade, and he gazed up at the
court yard stairs, half in dread,
half in hope. He had pinned Nan-
cy's bunch of violets in the button-
hole of his prison jacket.
But Nancy was not there. He
passed into the gloomy wards with
a sense of keen disappointment.
'What a fool I am 1' he said as
he took the violets from his button-
hole and inhaled their perfume.
'What woman will ever look for the
second time at such a man as me 2'
He sighed audibly and 0110 of his
comrades, a coarse fellow who was
arrested for burglary, remarked with
a laugh that No, 27 was struck
on the girl with the posies.
The days were twine as long after
that. A week passed away and
Draper was still dreaming of a fair
fano. He was sitting in the court
yard one morning with a book in
his hand when the warden came up
and spoke to him.
'I have news for you, Draper,' he
said kindly. 'The money you were
accused of stealing has been found.'
The courtyard seemed to swim
before the poor fellow's eyes.
'Do,yoit moan—you don't mean-'
'I mean you are a free man, acid
the warden,
'Thank God 1' Draper murmur-
ed. 'Thank God t
'But how did they find out 2'
Draper asked, faint with his own
emotions.
'That is the charm,' said the war-
den. 'It is all the doing of that
pretty girl who was here last week.
She is Mr, Stevens' granddaughter
it appears, and in looking over his
papers found a memorandum which
cleared you completely. Tho old
man had forgotten to mail a letter,
It was a dear bit of oarelessneus,
but everyone wants to lionize you
now.'
Tears came into Draper's eyes.
A fair, sweat face shone through
the 'mid,
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au Hour or so he was walki ng dawn
the street Died iu his old clothes,
Draper went at once to his law•
yor's office and hoard in detail the
i story of his release,
'Anel now what are you going to
do 2' said Mr. Winters.
'I think I will go away,' said
Draper. 1 du not feel loco soeiug
my old friends.'
'Nonsense 1' said Mr. Winters.
'Wiry people look on you as a
martyr.'
T havo lived eight months iu the
pemitsutiary,' Draper answered. 1
can never forgot that,'
'There is one thiug I meet do,'
Lie said. 'Where does Miss Stevens
live 2'
'Oh, eh 1 To be aural
John called upou Nauoy the no: 1
day in town, whither she had. come
again in 0 flurry of excitement.
'Oh, Mr, Draper 1' she cried at
once when she saw him, 'I am so
glad I Can you ever forgive mo ?'
'Forgive you! I can never thank
yoti enough.' said John, warmly.
'You rescued me from a living death'
'Yes, but it was my grandfather
who was the oause of your being
scut to prison ; besides, it soma: to
me that everybody ryas very careless
and Hasty. 1 wasn't here, and,
of course, I knew nothing about it ;
but somebody ought to have found
out. It was dreadful. How ciid
you endure that awful place 2'
'Indeed I don't know,' Draper said
frankly. 'It was like a oontinued
nightmare.'
'It is loo horrible l' Nancy cried.
'It was like stealing some of your
life. It can never be made up to
you.'
Draper had a splendid sense of
comfort in hearing her warm words
of sympathy. He eettled back into
the easy chair she assigned him,
and contented himself with looking
at Nancy's eager face. She ran on
in an excited way that carried him
fairly off his feet. Sha plied him
with questions, praised and con-
soled him in one breath, till sud-
denly she stopped short with quick
concern.
'How pale you are 1' she cried.
'Are you ill ?'
Draper got up with an effort.
I do feel a little wretched,' he
said. 'All this excitement has ratti-
er knocked me up, I'm afraid. If
yon will excuse mo' --
He took a step forward, but that
was all. A deadly whiteness camp
over his face, and 11e sank back into
the chair insensible.
Draper was ill after that.
'How ill 2' he asked when Nancy
told him weeks later.
"We were very worried about
you," Nancy said, as she rooked him
gently in a hammock on the piazza
at Ferndale.
'We,' he said in a tone of intero-
gation.
'Why, yes 1' she answered with a
delicate blush. 'Dr. Adams and
Mr. Grafton and Mr. Winters—
and everybody. Hosts of people
have been to see you. They came
all the way out here, and I am sure
that was ample evidence of their
interest.'
'Oh, well 1' said Draper with a
shrug, 'They look upon me as .a
nine days' wonder. Doubtless 1
shall have a call from the manager
of the dime museum to pose as an
escaped convict, or something like
that—a sort of impoverished Count
of Monte Cristo.'
'What makes you talk like that 2'
said Nancy. 'I am sure evoryb.idy
hoe been very kind to you ohm—
since"—
"You have," Draper answered
quickly. 'If it had not been for
you I should still be wearing out
my life in tbat awful plaoe ; and
then you nursed me all this while,
and it meet have been an awful
bother and .nuisance 1'
'How can you say such things. ?'
Nanny Dried reproachfully. 'I owe
you everything in the way of ex.
piation. If I had not been ignor-
ant and indifferent you would never
have been sent to jail.'.
'And I should never have known
you, perhaps,' Draper added quickly.
Nanny stopped swinging him
suddenly and got up.
'Don't go 1' he pleaded and naught
her hand with an eager gesture. 'I
would have to tell you some time,
and 1 might 'as well do it now. I
love you. I have loved you sine()
the moment you stood on the prison
steps. Don't go away, Nancy 1 I
want you to stay with me always—
be my wife 1'
Nancy sat down again quite still
and shy.
'Answer me 1' Draper demanded,
'I have nothing to offer you but my
love and devotion.'
'I„don't want anything else,' Nan-
cy anewered, and she let him draw
her head down till her blushing
face was close to his, 'Then he
kissed her, and elle smiled,
Nanny was married during the
holidays, to every end's delight, and
not the leen to the satisfaction of
Deeper and her own romantic self,
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Turnbull ibul;l & ; a1iareyne,
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