The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-12-09
The Battle for the Cedars.
CONTINUED.
by rREssLY W. MORRIS.

woman Her husband put her on board
at Liverpool. think her destination
was Baltimore. That Is about all can
tell you"
Her husbands name was''-
Cashel. Mrs. Cashel was very much
liked by all of us poor devils of sailors.
/ will never forget her, poor thing She
was lady, and kind and gentle as an
angel"
That was all the sailor knew. That
the woman's name was Cashel, was sure,
for she had proofs enough about her
clothing to establish her identity. 1t
was likewise with the infants cloth
ing.
And what could Farmer Lindsey do
about the childY He could think of but
one thing. That was to keep IL. He
could not search over two continents for
its relatives.
So it came about that the Lindsleys
adopted as their own the little waif that
had been sent to them by the ocean.
X Il
1t was day in summer. Richard Og-
den was walking slowly over toward the
Lindsey farmhouse. He was accom-
panied by his wife. Their faces were
sad, for Farmer Lindsey was lying in
his house, pale and still. The hand of
death had fallen upon him.
1t was ten years after the wrecking of
the ship upon the coast.
Richard Ogden and his wife reached
their destination. Entering the house
of death they found there quite collec-
ton of the rude people of the coast,
among their own sons.
A hymn was sung, prayer uttered,
and then James Lindsey was carried
out into the orchard, and laid to rest by
another grave.
The other grave was that of his wife,
who had died nearly year previous to
this time.
The clods were heaped on James
Lindsley's coffin, and then the little pro-
cession returned to the house. Many
tears had been shed, for the kind
hearted farmer was beloved by every
one that knew him. But the bitterest
mourner was a little girl rather more
than ten years of age. She wept pite-
ously over the coffin, and clinging to
Richard Ogden and his wife after all
was over, continued to sob pitifully.
''Oh, what am 1 to do !" she cried,
after they had reached the house. "Poor
papa has left me alonel''
Babara, you are not left alone," whis-
pered Mrs. Ogden soothingly, bending
over the girl. "Dear child,you are to go
home with me, and / will take care of
YOU"
Barbara was comforted in some de-
gree, for she loved Mrs. Ogden dearly
However,sh could not entirely restrain
her grief for the death of her dear
papa"
The assemblage dispersed, and Rich
ard Ogden carried the still sobbing child
to his house.
But the grief of childhood does not en-
dure forever, and in the course of a few
days Barbara was running about the
residence of the Ogdens, bright and
smiling, an occasional shadow falling
on her face, however, when she remem-
bered the death of her dear papa"
Lindsey.
She was pretty child, with slender
and graceful form, and dark hair and
eyes-a sweet little girl, who gave prom
ise of glorious womanhood. Need it
be stated that she was the little babe
grown taller, who had been saved from
the wreck on that stormy night of a
little more than ten years previous p
She was the same, and from that hour
till the hour of his death James Linds.
ley had been father to her.
One evening, week after the funeral
Richard Ogden was seated in front o.
his house. The glories of the dying day
were shining over land and sea. He
could behold the ocean spread out calm
and peaceful. Sea-birds winged theil
flight over the quiet waters. Banks O
golden-hued clouds were piled up in th,
horizon, and the sails of a distant vesse
were family outlined to view.
Barbara Lindsey came up the patti
that led toward the sea, She was abou
to enter the house when Richard Og
den called Der.
Barbara" he said.
The little girl walked to his side an,
stood waiting for him to proceed.
" Barbara, the will of your pap
Lindsey has been read" Richard Og
den continued kindly, land gives hi