The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-02-03

Inc false master OF Inc CedafS opened
the door of the library, and glided out,
the vial of chloroform and the cord held
tightly in his grasp. He slipped along
quietly and carefully. He entered an
apartment that adjoined the one in
which Lionel Cashel was sleeping.
He felt carefully along wall. For
some moments he ran his hand about
without any effect; then there was a
sound as of spring unfastening, and o
panel in the wall slid back.
For moment the man stood quiet,
then he cautiously looked in. A dim
light was burning in the apartment.
No sound save the breathing of the
sleeping man broke the silence.
Quietly the villain made AN entrance.
Crouching like beast of prey, he crept
to the bedside. Saturating handker-
chief with the chloroform, he held 1t to
the nostrils of Lionel Cashel.
Lionel threw his arms wildly about
once or twice, gasped, moaned, and then
became unconscious.
He was in the power of his foe
After that the Villains task was easy
He bound his victim with the cord he
had brought; he gagged him, with
sheet taken from the bed, so that it
would be impossible for him to utter a
cry.
y u
We now give some extracts from the
diary of the true Lionel Cashel,
which helps explain some parts of the
story.
MAY 8, 1851 am twenty three to-
day. Perhaps on this my birthday, |
should look forward to the future with
| joyful anticipation yet cannot say
that do. L do not like this life of ease
in this dreamy italian city.
If father would only consent that L
should go forth into the world to strive,
/ believe could make man OF myself.
But he will not consent that L should
leave him and cannot go without his
blessing. All that binds me to Italy is
his love, and grave in the cemetery of
an old cathedral my mothers grave
1 barely remember her. She was
beautiful she loved me passionately.
She died very young, her years only
twenty-one. was a mere child then.
have one consolation,-I can study.
love chemistry and medicine. 1 have
read much; am not ignorant upon
those subjects. Mayhap my knowledge
will some day be useful to me. l love
books far better than could ever love
painting.
JUNE l. = Valasquez has been my
fathers secretary for three months. L
still think father need not have en-
ployed him for could do all the work
he performs, and it would fall lightly
upon me. have no wish to be as much
of a gentleman as father wishes to make
me in truth, my idea of gentleman is
not that of man continually idle
Gladly would have taken upon me
the performance of all the duties of
Valasquez.
He speaks English wonderfully well
for foreigner. In fact, from his speech,
he might be taken for English or Amer
lean. He says he learned the language
in America. Perhaps he did.
Why should write so much about
Valasquez If he were villain, he
could not harm us; he is my fathers
secretary, nothing more.
JULY 15.-I consider this an eventful
day. This morning my father came
into my room with letter bordered IN
black in his hand. He was somewhat
pale and discomposed.
My uncle, Herbert Cashel, is Dead"
he said.
Whop 1 cried. .
"My uncle, Herbert Cashel, of Amer
ica," he answered.
Z" never knew that you had an uncle
in America, or anywhere else," re-
piled. "Ihad the impression, father,
that we had no living relatives"
We have not now" he said, sadly
enough. Lionel, my son, was wild
youth, and quarrelled with my father;
chose to forget all of the blood. /
was not absolutely wicked, however,
and when married your sainted moth
er she made better man of me. But
my father died shortly after 1 was
married, and never sought out this
Herbert Cashel, who suppose has kept
track of me. You know have some
peculiarities.
My father half turned to leave my
room but he paused, and looked at
me.
81 had nearly forgotten" he said. 81