The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-02-03
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nave not told you all. L inherit from
my uncle, Herbert Cashel, a property
which suppose is very large.u
SEPT. IL do not consider it strange
that my father did not have any inten-
ton Of leaving Italy at first. He loves
his art; he loves Florence. He would
prefer to go on in his old life, working
half the time, half.
And just here / write in sorrow that
If my father had dreamed less he would
have achieved more than he has. He
has great talent; but he is content In
climbing only to a certain height.
But at last my persuasions have pre-
vailed, and he has consented to go to
America. 1t is best SO, / feel. He Ia
getting well up in years. He paints as
well now as ever, it is true; but it can
not always be SO, and in America he
will have a home that can never be
taken from him.
We are almost ready to depart.
SEPT. 12.-Alas have no words to
express my fear and suspense. On the
eve of our departure for America, my
father was stricken with illness; it is
fever. He now lies at the point of
death. Another day will tell the tale;
either his disease will change for the
better, Or L cannot bear to think of
that other alternative
SEPT. 13.-My father is dead. Heaven
pity mel
OCT. IL am far out on the broad
Atlantic. My father sleeps beneath the
soft Italian skies. Alas
Swift sails the vessel for America.
America l am an American by blood,
yet never beheld my native land. Is
it strange that my heart swells when L
think how soon it will be that L shall
tread the shores Of my countryp
Henri Valasquez Is on board the ship.
did not ask him to come but after my
fathers death he pleaded that l should
allow him to go with me to America.
l could only tell him that doubtless
there was room enough for us both in
that country.
treat him as a gentleman still, as
have said before, we shall never be
intimate.
OCT. IL am on the ship" London"
for Liverpool. How thankful / am that
live to pen this. My hand trembles
as attempt to write of the work of the
traitor, Valasquez.
On the night of Oct L was on the
deck of the good ship" Victoria" There
was no moon, but myriads Of stars
shone in the heavens.
had much to think about, = the
father had left behind me in sunny
Italy; the future before me in America
Henri Valasquez appeared at my side.
He made some remarks about the beauty
of the night. 1 rose to my feet. He
was standing by the side of the ship,
holding by the taffrail. / think-I am
very certain-that we were unobserved.
Beyond doubt he knew this.
"Look |" he cried. 81 believe that Is
shark
i saw something white cleaning be-
low. Naturally, bent over the side of
the ship. In one moment felt myself
falling. Then the cold waves of the
sea swept about ME and over me. I
realized in moment what had occur
red.
Valasquez, the villain, had thrown
me overheard.
How struggled, screamed, and
swami
But the ship plunged on. My violent
cries were unheard.
was left far, far behind.
1 became exhausted. L gave up to
die.
But my hand touched hard sub
stance.
grasped it. 1t was of sufficient body
to sustain me. knew not positively,
but it may have been the white object
which Valasquez aud beheld from the
ship,-part of wreck, mayhap.
At any rate it was my salvation.
With the hold of despair, clung to it.
Hours passed. Morning dawned. With
the light of day, strained my eyes
over the illimitable ocean. Heaven was
merciful A ship was bearing toward
me.
was seen and saved
Since then, till now, have been quite
ill.
But am getting better.
Oh the traitor Valasquez
Have | guessed his dark plan Yes
He will be Henri Valasquez no longer,
but Lionel Cashel instead. / am being
carried away from America heis speed
ing swiftly toward 1t ITO be continued.