The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-03-22

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ary go to five times it's length; and SO
we logged along we'll enough. The
fraudulent trustee. fancy. set me
thinking about the story of Ruth's
father, and one night after one of our
walks about the Heath 1 dreamt q
dream. The dead robber visited me in
the night. He said he could not rest.
His name was Norman Magellan, and
he had upon his soul a worse crime
than taking purse or robbing bank.
He had been untrue to his friend, un-
faithful to trust that he ought to
have kept above all things. His part
ner was Moorland Lestwick. They
had agreed that whichever died. or
might be killed first the other shou5
be friend and guardian to the others
wife or children. ut was no wifi
in my case" he said, but Moari3f
Lestwick was married, and was th
father Of a little girl. He wa k.le..
1 was left. l flourished. made m.A-l
hand over hand, and most Of it bUrit
in the garden OF the Gotta e where
lived. 1 put some of it in boxes under
the southern wall, by the poplais, but
covered 1t UP in various parts, only
known to myself. some under tn"
hearth-stone, where l could get K
handy: but the rest in the garden
and all the time l left Mrs Lestwick
and her child to starve; never went
near them; heard how they Jared, and
somehow my heart was steeled against
them, and l had the soul of a miser.
l kept every penny and even gave up
drink to save. 1t really seemed
as if the devil said. You shall have
plenty of money. but 1t shall be your
punishment l became cruel, too; mean
in the worst sense, and on the road no
body could stand before me. But at
last my time came and Tyburn saw the
last of me. Father Lawford was kind
to me, took me in hand, mnistered
all the church had to minister, but
hated the idea of giving up my money.
and 1 thought, somehow, L could come
back to earth and haunt it: that l
could stop anyone from digging 1t up
by appearing to them. In short, made
up my mind to do this, and it has cost
me every punishment that purgatory
can inflict. / did not leave a penny for
, prayers, went 10 my last account
miser, still penitent in all things but
that, confessed every thing but the
buried treasure. Ever since | have
been trying to communicate with the
child's grandfather. 1 think l must
have appeared on the scene of the
cottage, for it got the reputation of
being haunted and for years nobody
lived there. When it had a tenant /
strove every minute to visit the house,
but was denied. AT last some plying
angel has allowed me to come to you
in your dreams and ask you to help me.
The house is the cottage inside the wall
on the right of the Spaniards, two hun
dred yards from the road; in the mid
die of the garden is a pear-tree. BY
the southern wall there are poplars,
a few yards on the right of the trees
is the first of my burr money box
of gulneas. Find that. get posss sslon
OF the place. and dig the garden deep
everywhere. A moiety to the girl that
is 10 yourself; free of use for her
and YOU and yours; moiety to charity
in a general way, and the rest as shall
be deemed wise to some institution for
the widow and the orphan. Give me
rest snd peace, take the heavy load
from my SOUL that keeps it in bondage
20 d y nance that is beyond everything
bsar"
] could not tell my wife this story of
my dream. Some of it / had forgotten
when I awoke. The general tenor OF
the affair remained with me. / had for
gotten the description of the house.
Bits of details came to me at odd times.
1t was one of those tantalising dreams
that you want to remember. You get
some of It right and then there Is
hiatus. | knew that the vision gave me
a very circumstlntial account of Moor
lands partner, but for the life of me l
could not remember the most import
ant parts of It. tried to dream II over
again, but couldn't. The only Incidents
that came back to me were during my
waking hours. l remembered parts or
II suddenly while l was in the city.
What I could not get hold Of was the
description and locality of the house
where the money was hidden. In the
| course OF few weeks the whole thing
, beran to fade out had other affairs
to think Of more important than
dreams. But Ruth and 1 would often
talk OF her grandfather. and what a
blessing II was that he had died before
the fraudulent conduct of his trustee
was known. 1t turned out that his
false steward was known as a very
pious and circumspect man. a wholesale
trader in ironmongery. and understood
to be as wealthy as he was generous.
His name figured in all the local lists
Of public charities; but that paltry
thousand dollars was the last straw on
| that camel's load of guilt.
One day, when my dream was mere
than ever a thing OF threads and paten-
es, / was walking with Ruth about ths
Heath. and she paused before house
the front of which there was eosre'
announcing that u was - - VI - u
| freehold sold. II was . snug-lcokins
place surrounded by Trick wall, gray
with age. and covered with hcnens.
The steep. red roofs OF the gapie'