The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-08-27
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party 70 Anemone Vale, beautiful sPo
beyond the town Unite. ! was not sorry
neither did Miss E. regret the change, no
assurance that the COLLINS of tie Redwood
mansion were not likely to modest US
But did you find anything!" che eagerly
asked. "Wait and see" was my answer.
The breeze was fresh 10 Anethone Vale
! lovely IN it's carpet of the soft flower which
gave Il its maine.
"There is a faint Of n,uttiness about It,
and an ancient look, y remarked my friend
as he unrolled manuscript handed him.
"welf, there might be, replies ms sis.
ter. "It is snatched from the haunts ..
gobhns-but let US hear it!''
piece Of paper Auttered to the ground,
as the pages were unrolled. 1t read:
November 10, 1870. VIII this sheet
ever mold' 1t j. pieasan. to hope that i,
may he read when the writer is incorpora-
ted uish mold, Read my story and learn
to grard tie heart and control the pas
eions. r. 81
Seating ourselves upon a bank of wild
flowers the manuscript WIS begun.
IAN eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth
Holy. 1 am an invalid, waiting for life's
.hread TO snap. The present is a mixture OF
hope, memory, the future, ard reality. Hope
results in disappointment; memory in dis
satisfaction; the future is vague, while
realty is fraition. Imagination is false,
for it garnisbes barren hills with verdure;
transforms face of ugliness to one Of
beauty; makes a miserly relative a gener-
Gus donor; pictures yourself more perfect
than the whispers of conscience, end caus
es the hopeful heart sadness. l will not
deal with it. What l write is reality.
Failing health pushed me into travel. 1t
is har6 t. bid adieu to the old gables and
the arched gateway, in doubt that one may
see them again, not from age, not from the
necessity of long absence, but from the
certainty that yon are chased by disease ct
which physicians shake theft heads but
mutter hope.
~ had been upon the road several days
before anything of interest aroused me
from my depression. Passing dwelling,
whose neat appeara nee attracted my atten-
tion the notes Of pesuiiarly plaiutive cong
attracted me. ! f-st refined my horse and
then, dismounting, 1 followed a winding
NAH, adorned on either side with simple
flowers, to the open door. had been no.
ticed and was met by a young man who
cordially babe me enter.
awe were singing a song learned at
sea, of which my sister is quite fond, but
we shall be glad fer an inte-rro.ion. 1t
was the introduction of an important Sc
quence and the story which follows"
"Fraak Lavender, the fhther of r,y host
and narrator, became, in the early yeas
of his marriage, entangled in wild dissipa-
ton with neighbours son, Dick Perry.
Their recklessness increased until the mnr-
der of a wealthy planter in the township
mace their flight necessary, and neither
lad ever returned. The ,xertions Of jus
tice proved futile, and with tfe larse of
years the superstition gathered strength
that by some other means retribasion had
come upon the fnsitiFee "
My friend, who had been reading the
manuscript, exclaimed: well remem-
Der, my grandfather ouce related this very
tale to me. lis description of Lavender
was that of a very handsome nan, of fine
figure and of prepossessing air. | can
not recall the details, but the son and
daughter here spoken of were ver- fortu-
nate in inh, riting large estate quite
strangely. Ny Old sire m. lie a moral and,
while upon his knee and staring into his
wrinkles, | was warned from evil company
and the baunts Of the enemy"
The manuscript was resumed:
There is no silver in my locks-and
never viii! be. The worm has his mort.
gage upon them and lie is already after g
foreclosure. Recorded pharmacopGia has
not sufficient knowledge to deter the grim
bearer of the hour glass. He knows it
and SO do l. For months I have been alb
sent from the gables. have returned,
patched up merely. Quid fac,endum7'
At this point the manuscripts had evi
IDENTIFY been laid away, for the remainder
was traced in different ink and by feeb-
Ter hand. It opens again with the same
quaint repinings.
"Life has queer findings. The Che
who interests you 20 day is gone to morrow
and forever, willis the tartner of an old
life game turns up suddenly'to confront
you with tedious memories oftener than
with agreeable recollectiGus. Earnest
yearnings are rarely realized, but they
have been once with me. The candor of
mine host, Lavender, and his sad expert
ence, created an interest and a sympathy
which was, years later, revived intensely
l was again compelled to visit the North,
and fixed temporary abode in one of the
pleasant villages of az Eastern State.
Among the few acquaintance formed
was that of an eminent judge who was at
that time presiding at the trial of wretch
committed for arson and murder. lie was
particularly noticeable, commanding in
persona deep, rich voice, 8. fine da-k eye,
and hair sprinkled with silver. lie lived
10 elegant style as | can attest, at lis
place called Maugrove Hall, without a
wife and cl,;ldless. His card read. Poinset
Telfair.
"At the breakfast table, the last day a
the exciting trial, was agreeably surpris-
ed to recognize my old friend Lavender.
He had Just arrived in quest of a tarrying
place for the season. Circumstances at
once determined him to remain with me
The pending case at the courthouse, in
which had become mach interested, was
the topic of di urse, and Lavender was
induced to be present with ne at its eon
clusionl
AS we seated ourselves among thu