The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1882-10-14
lily who had been put to expense without

lily who had been put to expense without
remuneration.
stGod bless my soul, this is very like
old Walters" Michael Angelo" cried one
who knew, taking up certain coarsely
wrought, but effective cup. "And
could swear this was the .Cellini' he
used to be so proud of; this and this
he added rapidly running over the va
rious pieces, while Maze stood by quite
calm and smiling.
eyes," he answered, "they are his.
They found their way in some manner
over here, and recognized them as my
old friends fayorites and picked them up
wherever saw them"
"Who inherited them?" asked Hard
man, the man who knew.
"Well." said Maze, with shy look OF
good man cauRht ont in yirtuous ac
tion which he had wished to keep secret;
s'to tell the truth, Hardman, they were
left to me. implored the dear old man
not to make such an invidious distinc
tion in favor of an outsider, to let the
sleeper wear the night-cap and short
coat and go to the dancing booth, as ar
ranged by the eternal hari1onies of
things; but you know how arbitrary he
was-how he took the cord and chain
into his own hands, and would not be
led or driven? He would not listen to
me; and these things were assigned to
meas mark of gratitude for all that
had done for him He said this more
than once, and to please him I consent
ed, and so let him die enthusiastically.
OF course, when all was over / passed
them on to certain members of his own
family. and they must have sold them.
Finding them scattered all abroad like
Osiriss members. made it a point of
conscious to re-collect them. I bought
them up, no matter what the price. 1t
was a labor of love. transcending filthy
lucre. Here you have the whole history.
Simple enough when you come to the
pith and marrow of it!'
"Yon are noble fellow, Mr.. Maze"
said the Mr.. Hardman.
at was only loyal and honorable"
said Maze. with the digniied humility
of conscious virtue.
At Tours, Linda weut to see Miss
Walters, the only representative left of
the dead Masters family. In the course
of conversation, Linda asked, (Which
member of the family received that box
of silver bequeathed to me by my dear
old friend and master?"
"What box? what silver?" asked MISS
Wa tiers.
s.Those cups and fiagons which he had
at Fairfield. They were left to me, in
the care of Mr.. Maze, but he wrote to
me and asked me TO give them up in
| favor of certain members of the family
who had incurred expense, and ought to
be remunerated. OF course. did; but
I never heard word from any one, and
am curious to know who had them"
my father left You box of silver
| which Mr.. Maze asked you to give up?'
Eyes"
! Eyes
s.The old rascalr' shouted Miss
Walters. She had inherited her fathers
temper as well as his smile. mot q
member Of our family had one single
| cup or vase; and we never knew what
he had done with them all. Be sure,
Linda, that old fox has taken them for
himself. He worked on your feelings to
make you give them up. and then he So
| cured them"
"Oh, Miss Walters, is it possible?
cried that foolish Linda, beginning to
cry.
to London see if Maze has not some fine
old cups and things which he win &C.
count for in some extraordinary man
ner. I know him!" said Miss Walters
contemptuonsly. 81 know what he il
capable of. It we're wonder if die
not"
But Linda could scarcely believe tina
any man IN Maze's position could bt
guilty of such glaring piece of iniquit,
and one which, if she chose, she could a
any time make public; for we car
scarcely underst nd in others those
things of which, we ourselves could no
be guilty. Nevertheless, there the mat
ter stands. Maze, the noted "genre'
painter, has buffet full of rare ole
silver cups and fagons, recognizable 81
those who knew as having once belonged
; to Mr.. Walters. And Linda lost he
legacy.