The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1859-02-25
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ing for tho time to como when L should
DO able to return to this neighborhood.
where | was known, and expose tho evil
deeds Of them villains. and for this cause
1 lived on toiling and struggling, aud
laying up money penny by penry.
No one ever helped me but the lad
Herbert 0reyson. Whenever he came
from sea, he sought me out, and made
little present to me or Cap"
Cap, marsler, was Capilola, the child
The reason gave her that name was be.
cause on that ring had drawn from the
masked mothers hand were two names
--Eugeno--Capitola"
"Woll, marster, the last time Herbert
dreyson came home. he gave me five dol.
lars, and that with what had saved, was
enough to pay my passage TO Norfolk"
81 lelt my little Cap in the caro- Of the
people Of the house-she was big enough
10 pay for her keep IN work-and took
passage for Norfolk When got thre
fell III, spent all my mouey, and was al
last taken 10 the poor house. Six months
passed away before was discharged, and
then six more before ! had earned and
saved enough TO pay my way on here"
81 reached here three days ago, and
found a wheat field growing whore my
cottage fire use 10 burn, and all my old
cronies dead, all except old tIat, who has
received aud given me shelter, Sir, my
story is done--make what you oan Of it"
said the invalid, sinking down in her bed
"a Il utterly exhausted.
Old Hurricane, whose oounteuanco had
expressed emotions as powerful as they
we're various while listening TO this tale,
now arose, stepped cautiously to the door
drew the bolt, and coming back bent his
head aud asked
"What more Of the child9"
"Cap, sir9 ] have not heard a word of
Cap since left her 10 try and hunt out
her friends. But any ono interested In
her might inquire for her at'Mrs Sim
mons lauudress, No, Rag Alley"
"You say the names upon that ring
were--Eugene- Capiola9"
YES, sir, they were"
"Haye you that ring about you?"
"No master. l thought Il was best,
in case Of accident, to leave it with the
child"
"Havo you told her any part Of this
strange history"
"No master, nor limited Il; she was toe
young Tor such Confidence"
'You were right, Had she any mari
about her person by which she could bI
identifed2'
"Yes, master, very strange one In
fsot image Of a hand, about half an inch
in length. There was also auother.--
Herbert Greyson, 10 please me. marked
upon her fore arm in India ink ner nam,
and birthday--'Capitola, oot 3tst,
1882"
"Right, Now tell me, my good sou
do you know, from what YOU were ena
bled to observe. what house that wa
where Capilola was born?"
al am on my OATH No, sir, I do no
know, but"
3" You suspootYp
+ The woman nodded.
at VAS" said old Hurricane
STOPPING and whispering a name that wa
heard by no one but the sick woman.
She nodded Ogain, with look Of in
tense meaning.
"Does your old hostess here, Hat
know or suspect anything Of this storyY'
inquired Major Warfeld
'Not world No soul but yoursel
has heard il 20
"That is right Still be discreet! Il
you would have the wicked puuishe,
and the innocent protected, be silent an,
wary. Have no anxiety about the girl
What man can do for her he viii do ant
quicklyl And now, good creature day i
actually dawning. You must seek reposo
And l must call the parson IN aud returl
home. will send Mrs. Condiment owe
with food, wine, medicine, clothing, anC
every comfort that your condition re
quires," said Old Hurricane, rising, anC
calling in the Clergyman, with whom b
soon after left the hut for home.
They reached Hurricane Hall in tim
for an early breakfast, which the aston
ished housekeeper had prepared and 70
which their nights adventures had Ger
tainly given them a good appetite.
Major Warfeld kept his word, and q
soon as breakfast was over he dispatches
Mrs. Condiment with a carriage flle'
I with provisions for the sick woman. Blu
they were not needed In a couple Q
hours the hOusekeeper returned with III
I intelligence that tho old nurse was dead
The false strength Of mental exoitemen
that had enabled her to tell so long an
dreadful a tale, bad been the last harin
up Of the flame Of life that almost imme
diately went out.
"I am not sorry, upon the whole, io
I shall have The gamein my own handsl
muttered Old Hurricane to hinself--"Ah
, Gabrielle Lo Norl better you hal cas-
yourself down from the highest rock q
this range and beeu dashed TO pieces be
low, than thus fallen into my power"
So Car we have followed the lovely he
roine aud her friends bu. the foregoiu
is all that we can publish in our oolumi
The remainder Of the narrative can onl
be found in the New York Ledger, th
great family paper which can be obtaine
az all the periodical stores where paper
are sold. Remember to ask for the Led
ger, dated February ~, and ia il 20
will Get the continuation Of tho narratiy
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