Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1872-08-15


At No. 81 Poplar street," said his
uncle, after several moments hesita-
ton. "She was to be consulted only |
at night. But that was several years
ago.
"rll go and see her tomorrow
night said Paul. He was more nerv-
Gus and unsettled than usual that |
evening, and sat looking in the fire for
a long time.
0The boy is ruined" sighed his
mother. G Nothing will ever restore
him to common sense or usefulness"
1T is a long day uutil sunset" said
her brother. quoting the favorite pro-
verb.
The next night Paul put on his
overcoat just after supper, and his last
dollar in his pocket. His uncle had
not been at home during the afternoon.
Paul kissed his mother good-by once or
twice.
"Where are you going, my son p
I" To make our fortune" he said,
gaily, as he ran out.
No. 81 Poplar street was soon found.
Beside it was narrow, dark entry,
| lighted by red lamp, which gave out
a ghostly and murderous light. Paul
went up the winding stairs and found
at the top a door with a placard, on
which was printed with a common pen
"MADAME D AUBREY, SEEREss."
Paul tapped. No answer. He taps
ped again.
+" Enter !" said hoarse voice.
He pushed the door open and went
in. The room was bare of furniture,
except another red lamp, which shed its
bloody glare over the gray walls, and a
black, antique chair, in which sat tall,
gaunt woman. She was robed in loose,
falling habit of black from head to foot.
Her face, of which Paul could see little
but the chin, was deadly pale. Now
and then he caught glimpse of a pair
of keen eyes, which he thought were
both fierce and threatening.
She did not bow nor rise. He re
manned standing before her. The very
assumption of authority which this i'm
piled impressed and awed Paul.
~ came to consult you," he STAN
mered.
The black-covered head nodded. &C II
is unnecessary for you to explain your.
self further Your name is Paul Forbes
You desire to know by what means you
may obtain a certain treasure"
Paul was terrified. The other medi
ums that he had consulted had never
told him actual facts.
"When do you hold seance?"
: "Now," said hoarse, grating voice
81 need no trumpery tables, or cards
, can see into futurity? You have scar
, | Il, al hoe
and an unhealed wound below you
knee. If l can tell you about these
, things that other eyes cannot see, 20,
can afford to trust me for the truth o
, whatever else may s y. Ask wha
: you will, and will answer"
I" How am l to obtain the treasure
Said paul, trying 20 speak boldly.
: How should / know what treasure
you mean? But pause" The fgur
moved her hand slowly to her forehead
muttered for few moments, then tool
t it slowly down, and looked piercingly a
2 the terrified Paul.
a 1.-The pot of gold waits for you, enough
to give you fortune and power. Her
| are the directions by which you are t
: obtain it." She placed small slip Q
: paper in his hand.
. Con these conditions she said, in
/ hollow whisper, " that you solve tn
a mystery of this paper alone. You are t
:. receive no assistance in reading it;
t you do all is lost. Begone! you are al
|. swered."
e Paul placed his money in her ou
" stretched hand and went stumblin
down the stairs under the red lamp.
The next morning by day break h
r was knocking at the door of his uncle
t, chamber.
W What is this 2" showing him pape
a full of figures, lines and diagram
d "Don't read it to me. Only tell me whs
n sort of a puzzle it il"
~ The Lieutenant raised himself on b
n elbow, smothering yawn. at seen
lie to me mathematical puzzle, Paul; tt
description ofsome locality, | think.
won't interpret it to you. 1t woul
: need a good Typographical engineer
lg do that. Where did you pick it up ?
Paul mumbled out something, ar
e, disappeared.
le A week after the Lieutenant returne
I'd to his regiment He noticed Paul bu
n every nj Int with his mathematics, al
,y his slate and pencil. The dreem bot
10 was laid on the shelf.
We Several months after, Mrs. Forb'
be writing to her brother, said:
st ~ have something to tell you of Pa
be which l know will please you. Mu
no to my surprise, be took the first prize
ut mathematics at school last term. Fir
ing prize-taking agreeable, ] presun
to he has devoted himself to all his stud
with renewed assiduity. But NATL
to, mates appear to be passion with t
ut boy. He told me that he design
to studying Typographical engineering
is, very profession would have chos
ed. for him. l cannot tell you how than
ers full am for his sudden change;
,ut The Lieutenant laughed, but made
lid other sign.
Dot He heard from his sister but at 10
Ike intervals, as he was stationed on
frontier, but every letter brought
counts of Paups incessant, steady la
the in the one direction.
ing Whether the hope of the treasl
rer. still urged him on, or whether he fou
en-, that mathematics were his proper VIC
and that for which his talents and ]
our tastes best fitted him, we cannot say.
it is certain at the end of three "
eed he was ready to enter the highest cl