Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1871-10-27

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She drew him away for a brief mo
ment, and laid her weary head within
his arms. Then she pass ed on to he
dressing room, and wher, she returne,
she put out her hand, saying, Oh, Rich
ard, take me away | am soul-sick o
all this"
And you will only sing"
In your nest. Come we must no
forget Uncle Paul. He is waiting il
the box for me"
The box was near at hand, and in a
moment they stood at the door. 1t wa,
ajar, and Richard pushed it open to al
low Camilla to enter, and saw the old
man sitting inone of the luxurious chairs
his head lying back upon the soft cush-
ions and his hands peacefully folded.
Uncle Paul" !" cried Camilla. "Why
you naughty boy, you are fast asleep =
Come il is time to go home. Ahw
She started back with cry, for the
hand she touched was icy cold, and fell
back, stiff and helpless
Camilla, darling, come away. | will
attend to him.
"Oh Richard p
I" Hush Lowell He is beyond us now
Those strains of music have carried him
to heaven from whence they came"
The poor old man was dead With
the consumation of his hearts wish, his
quiet unpretending, unofending life had
passed out into the new existence.
There were loud growls in the music
loving world, but nothing ever came Of
them; for Richard Clavering removed
their singing bird so deftIy that few
knew the cause of her fight; and now
she sings only to him and to her brood
of young Claverings.
A Romance of the Franco-Prussian
Conflict.
Two men walked down the fight of
stone steps into Bismarck Hall, noted
concert saloon at the corner of Pearl and
Chatham streets, on Wednesday evening.
One Of them was evidently a gentleman
and an alien. He was man Of portly
presence, with light hair, whiskers and
moustache, and clear gray eyes. His
coat was edged with costly fur, and from
the diamond rings which sparkled on his
fingers, it was to be presumed that he
was wealthy. The other was younger
man, an American, with dark curly hair,
and a sharp, hard expression of face
The first was Herr Graf Won Reischel,
wealthy resident of the city of Breslau,
in the province of Silesia, in Prussia,
and the latter was the manager ofa down
town detective agency.
The two men entered the saloon and
sat down at table. The distinguished
appearances of Herr Reischel caused three
or four of the waiter girls to come for
ward to wait on the party. One of them
was a fine looking brunette with long,
purple-black hair falling down over
scarlet silk d ess. She was exceedingly
handsome. She seemed to attract the
attention of the detective particularly, Cor
he eyed her all over, from head to foot
and finally told her to bring him bot
tie of wine. When the younggirl brought
the wine and sat down at the table the
detective said, "My young friend, what's
your name Y and the girl in German ac-
cent replied, minnie White" The de-
tective threw quick glance at his COM
panion. The detective threw quick
glance at his companion, and both rising
from the table went up to the bar and
spoke few words to Mr.. Moller, the pro-
prietor. Moller at once seemed to treat
Herr Reischel with the utmost Difference,
and the party went to private room of
the saloon, where they remained about
five minutes, when Mr.. Moller put bis
head out of the door and said, "Minnie,
come here" The girl went, thinking the
party probably required another bottle
of wine
The door of the room was instantly
closed behind her, and Herr Reischel,
advancing to her said, "Mina Pallers-
berg, | have come all the way from Bres-
lau to see you.
The girl seemed struck with an elec-
trio shock. She almost shrieked out,
"Ach, Gott, i'm Himmel," and sank into
a chair in swoon When she recover
ed she turned on Herr Reischel and said,
"Who are you that seem to know so
much about me ?"
The answer came quickly. Il was
never in Elguth, and so you cannot
know me but my name is Won Reischel,
of Breslau, and | am the administrator of
your unc Freidrich's will"
What said the girl; sis my uncle
dead p
Yes" was the reply, "and you are