Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-05-11

church in the county. Perhaps YOU would
like to see it, he added, with an eve to the
customary shilling.
''I don't mind if do" Doggett replied.
The sexton carefully seraped the red earth
from his shoes, and having donned his coat
produced large bunch of keys and led the
way up the path to the church door, which
swung back heavily upon its hinges as he
shot back the ponderous lock.
The sexton proved to be an unusually in
telligent man for his class, though suffering
from the vice of excessive garrulity, which
commonly aflicts the guide tribe, 60 where
you will. But the old man had a fund of
information at his disposal, and was we'll
read in the history of the county families,
who for generations past had worshipped
within the time-worn sanctuary until their
turn came to be laid at rest in the vaults
beneath the long broad nave, leaving no
trace behind them, beyond what was to be
found in sculptured efigy and marble bust.
"What have we here?" said Doggett,
pausing before a massive piece of work in
white marble, let into the wall, whose new
ness contrasted with the hoary walls of the
venerable building and the dun colored eff
gies around.
"That is monument erected to the mem
ory of the late Mr.. Christopher Engelfeld,
who was a banker in this town. and who
owned the Manor House, where he resided
until the day of his death. He"
Erected by his sorrowing widow, per-
ceive, " remarked Doggett, interrupting the
old man in his flow of talk and quoting
from the inscription which commemorated
the late Mr.. Engelfeld's virtues.
$50 it says" said the sexton; "though
some people do say that there is a good deal
too much marble for SO little grief.''
Doggett was too keenly alive to the inter-
ests of his mission to Chelderton to inter-
rupt the old man further, and, encouraging
him to proceed with his story, the sexton
went on to tellof Madeline Robsons en-
gagement to Tom Leyton and how she sub
sequently threw him over to marry Mr..
Engelfeld.
Poor old gentleman, he did not live long
after that!" the sexton continued. HE
was called home to Chelderton while on his
honeymoon in consequence of a run on the
bank. Nobody knew who set the rumor
about at the time, and nobody knows to
this day. There was no sense or reason in
it, for the Englefelds were 'as safe as the
Bank of England, as the saying is. But
what can you expect when story like that
gets abroad. People heard that Engle-
fields were going to smash, and one morn
ing when the bank opened the whole town
was at the doors, and as the day went on
they came from far and wide to get their
money out They never stopped to reason
about it; not they. The bank held out until
long past the usual hour of closing, and at
last they managed to get the doors closed.
But those doors were never opened again.
The bank was compelled to call on its re-
serves--that is the word that was used-and
in Mr.. Englefeld's absence the reserves
could not be got at. They were obliged to
Al / f1nh md ho sr1b bo4 1cr&
from Rome, travelling night and day to save
the banks credit. But it was all no good.
He reached the bank parlor only to drop
down in fit. Apoplexy, the doctors called
it; butit turned to softening of the brain.
What with the shock and hurry of his Jour
ney he never rallied, but died six months to
the very day he was married to Miss Rob-
son."
'sDear me, how sadI'' Doggett softlymur-
INJURED. 'tDoes that end the story?"
ssNot quite. Just u months after Miss
Robson became Mrs. Englefeld-12 months
to the very day-she married her old flame.
Tom Leyton, the vet, as everybody about
here called him. 1t made lot of talk, as
YOU may imagine-her marrying again so
soon after her husbands 8 death. There were
some folks who said that Tom Leyton-or
Squire Leyton, as they call him now-did
nOb l0OA Fciy HoPpy mou VI Ills Weuuing
day, but more triumphant like, as if he had
won a sort of victory over the dead man w.
ing in his grave. There was something like
CLEAN of Inalace in his eyes that had an
ili-look about it'll noticed that myself
and there were folks who even went 50 far
as to say that it was he and no other that set
about the rumor that killed poor Mr.. Engle-
field"
''Did he--Mr. Englefeld 1 mean-die
here?" asked Doggett.
HE died close by--at the Manor House,
where he was born and where he had lived
all his life. You may see the tops of the
behind the trees from the church
yard.
And you say the bank never opened its
doors again?" pursued Doggett.
Never. There were some proceedings in