Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1873-08-25

father, watching his daughters features
narrowly. But they revealed nothing.
Her self control was simply wonderful.
Presently Mr.. Seaton left the house
and started for his office. He reached
Il wall street at 9 A. NJ. From that hour
until four, he was In state of terrible
excitement. There was panic in stocks,
gold was rising market was fe-
verlsh-the financial world was shaken
TO It's very foundation. Fortunes were
enguifed in an instant. Men worth
millions in the morning were beggars at
night. Mr.. Seaton rushed into his Of
flee to consult moment with his part
ner. Dropping into chair he request
ed him to ascertain the amount of stoolo
in certain company, which they had
on land. Richard Marden hastily re-
ferrd to his books, and then his spare,
Bsalbw face seemed to grow whittier and
thinner; his pen trembled in his fingers,
he could not speak.
well, well, out with it for Gods
sake !" exclaimed Mr.. Seaton, in a
tremulous, hollow voice.
ave are ruined-utterly ruined !"
groaned Marden, dropping his head up
on the desk
Henry Seaton sprang from his seat
and ran from the building, his face
blanched, his eyes cleaning wildly. But
no one noticed him. Too many men
acted like maniacs that dreadful day to
have fresh case occasion any alarm.
80. my child My Pauline Lost
all lost 0 Heaven, can it be true ?"
He staggered against a building and
gazed fercely around. There was a
fashionable liquor saloon at his left.
His strength was nearly gone-he must
have stimuiant. Entering the gilded
hall, he called for brandy. 1t was brought
to him, and he drained the glass at a
draught.
"Again Another! it gives me life. =
The waiter placed a bottle upon the
4 table, and the bankrupt filled his glass
to the rim, and tossed it off with saw.
age delight. He was growing beside
4 himself, and as he went out, the waiter
muttered,-
Hes used up by the corner to-day.
! Three quarters of an hour later, Hen
ry Seaton stood in his chamber at home
Its elegance seemed to mock him will
weird voices, for he knew his hous,
: ts-.-e.se e,rrO1I'-s~p. snoT aolIao,
tenderly reared how could she bea
poverty? The poor man shrieked aloud
and beat his brow Then his eye fel
upon silvered revolver lying upon tn
table. He took it up and examined il
strange, wild thoughts torturing hi
brain. Anon low, hollow muttering
left his lips, his body trembled, his il
famed imagination, aided by the stint
: liant he had drank, pictured iends abor
: to attack him. Like lightning his arr
went up-the barrel pressed his ear, b
e pulled the trigger and the next instar
. he lay on his back dead, his brains sea
!. tered about him. Only one of the man
victims of Black Friday.
: The explosion was heard by Paulin
o who was going to her boudoir at Il
L time. For moment she stood motion
IS less, controlled by a nameless terro
Then she rang the hall bell violentl
s and tottered rather than walked towar'
:. her fathers ROOM The door was loc
IS ed. She tried to push it open, and th'
0 tainted from the horror that waa for
/ shaddowed on her SOUL
II Presently the servant came rushil
q UP stairs. The maiden was carried
y her room, and then Mr.. Seaton's roc
re was burst open. With cries of fear a.
u dismay, the attendants beheld the Iii
less body of their master. And VIII
u they gazed upon it, heart-rendi
shrek broke upon their ears, and Pa
Inc, nearly frantic with anguish, dart
by them and threw herself upon |
ne fathers body. Wildly she called UP
en- him to live for her sake and press
an warm kisses upon his face, while
servants wept and wrung their han
Ut But at last she realized that he v
re dead !; and then a despair terrible to
y. hold settled upon her face, and exi
ne ence, for the time became a rankli
curse.
~ "You don't remember thing alb
ng it. deary, and I'm sure don't want
W talk about 1t, Tor 1t was an awful q
o'i and that's no name for it. Your f
no was winter than it is now, though yo,
nc far from being over it yet; and | thou
you'd die in spite of all we could
ler Bless me, how thankful am that
q can't live these things but once
ui- And good Mrs. Hartley paused
ce- wipe her spectacles, and to clear
eyes from the tears that would c,
'ao whenever she looked at the pale.
lou girl before her, and thought what
es- brought her into this plain couI
home.
do tell me, auntie | can bear
'oh- | know | can" murmured the mai'