Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1877-09-21
ASHTABULA OHIO, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 81, 1877

see you swindled and not say word.
L thank you; but my dear girl,
your warning comes too late. l
have already bought the Cramm
Well.
But you will make them take it
back? You will 90 to law about it?
think not. Mr.. Bates was in
quandary. If he took the law in
his hands, Rosy would be called up
on for her testimony, aud would
not the fact that she had preferred
the interest of a stranger to that of
her adopted parents tell against
this simple child, even though she
had acted rightly in the matter?
Furthermore, would it not cast her
adrift upon the world, and was he
prepared to offer her a local habita-
tlon and a name?
l hope you will get rich as mud,
said Mistress Cramm, on the follow
ing day, and remember them as set
you on the road to fortune, Mr..
Bates. Jim and me thinks of try
ing Californy for my asthmy.
Will your daughter go with you?
Ben asked.
Rosy? She amt no daughter of
mine, though land knows | have
been a mother to her. It's nigh
fifteen years ago since a gentleman
put up to the Travellers Tavern with
a little girl about four. He had no
baggage to mention, had lost his
trunk on the road, but guessed it
would turn up. He was a proper,
nice looking man, with eyeglasses
like yours, Mr.. Bates; and it appears
he got up early and went out, and
whether he went into the river for a
bath or a-purpose, no one knew;
but there he was drowned, and the
little gal that couldn't tell nothing
but that her name was Rosy, left on
our hands without a change to her
back. Nobody could find out who
they was; there wasn't no clew
amongst their things, and no marks
on their clothes; and so we've had
to do for her ever since, and there's
no end to what she owes US.
Fifteen years ago; gentleman
and child named Rosy, unused Ben.
Fifteen years ago this blessed
month. Jim he pawned the gen
tIeman's watch to buy Rosy clothes,
but there was an odd sort of a seal
on the chain. Maybe you'd like to
see it?
should like to borrow it for
awhile, said Ben, after examining it
closely.
You may have it for trife, if
you've took a fancy to it. We've
spent enough on Rosy to buy doz-
en- such.
Pll give you your price, said Ben,
and Just then Jim Cramm was
brought in with broken leg-and
they didn't 90 to California for Mrs.
Jim's asthma.
1t is a year since these events oc-
Cured. Retribution has overtaken
Mr.. and Mrs. Cramm.
l want to tell you a story, Ben
SAID to Rosy the other day: once
had a distant cousin who mysteri-
ously disappeared with his little
daughter after having started up
on a journey. He was advertised
for by his distant relatives, and
sought for in vain. The child was
four years old at the time. Her
name was Rosy. She had blue eyes
and auburn hair like yours. By the
supposed death of these two l came
in possession of a certain sum of
money, which, having accumulated
during my minority, enabled me to
buy the Cramm Well, as you know.
Contrary to our expectations, yours
and mine, Rosy, the well has netted
its owner a fortune, since it was not
false strike, as Mr.. Cramui suppO-
sed. But find l am not the owner.
You not the owner? cried Rosy.
Then who is?
You, Rosy; are the owner of the
Cramm Well.
/? what do you mean? | the own
er of the well?
You have heard the story OF your
introduction at the Travellers Ha-
ven, and your fathers tragic end?
The seal upon his chain was of curl
Gus workmanship. Mrs. Cramm
had preserved it; and when she al
lowed me to take it, l carried it to
father, and the missing link was
supplied. 1t proved the facsimile
of one he had given my cousin,
even to the monogram J. B.-John
Bates. Is it not plain that your ia
ther and my cousin are one, and
that the Cramm Well belongs to
you, his daughter, Rosy?
suppose it must be true, if you
think so, said Rosy. But you must
let me divide with you; you must
keep the well.
On one condition, Rosy. That
you give yourself with it.
And Rosy did not quarrel with
the condition.-Harpers' Bazdr.
The New York Times is discuss
ing the difficulties experienced Dy Bap,
tist clergymen in baptizing people
with cork legs, and illustrates its
ideas by discussing the case of Miss
Wilson, of Pineville, N. G. Miss
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