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Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1902-03-13

When the coach had rumbled out of
sight on the way down the mountain
side Black Bart turned his attention
to splitting open the wooden box con-
tanning the Wells Fargo Express Com
pany's treasure. Something must have
disturbed the highwayman while he
was gathering up the money from the
treasure box, for when the stage coach
passengers had armed themselves at
the next station and hurried back to
the scene, later in the day. they found
among the debris of papers. empty
purses and wrappings of parcels Il
linen cuff. The robber evidently had
dropped it in hurried fight to his
refuge.
The cuff was turned over to the ex-
press company detectives. They found.
after weeks of inquiry. that the indeli-
BILE laundry marks We're those of a
Chinese laundry on Bush street. in
San Francisco. When the detective
had learned from the Chinese laundry
man that the marks on the cuff indi-
Gated that it belonged to one Charles
Il. Bolton. regular patron of the
laundry. they set about to hunt up
Mr.. Bolton. 1t came out that Charles
Il. Bolton. who owned the cuff. was Il
quiet, unobtrusive, spare man of about
30 years He lived in modest and
quiet boarding house. where sedate.
old fashioned business men had rooms,
fvtn
When detective went to live in the
same boarding house he found that
Mr.. Bolton was a studiOus man, lived
a correct life was a reader Of new
books. dabbed in poetry. and every
few weeks went away to visit one Of
the several little mines about Califor-
mia in which he had investments. Boil
ton was an expert whist player, and
evidently he had travelled far and wide
In his early life. His hobby was water
colors. and he spent whole days in
painting bucoiic scenes alone In his
rooms. Then when he had dined in
style along with the other bachelors in
the boarding house he went alone to
the theater. where he took the least
conspicuous seat. He never got mail
and never sent letters, but he devOured
the daily newspapers at times. Never
theless 1t did not take the detective
long to connect this quiet, polished gen.
tleman with the most dreaded outlaw
In California.
For II years he had kept half the
sheriffs and cOnstables, lot Of detec-
tives. and all the United States mar
shals in California ceaselessly watch
full for a fresh deed by Black Bart
He had many time walked down to
local bank carrying a snug fortune
in his gripsack-the proceeds Of a re-
cent affair out on "the road"-past
hundreds of San Francisco people,
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ut 10 I, Dysart-Tom Peyton. Come

at IL I, Dysart-Tom Peyton. Come
out. come out quickly. Your father"
painting, lis hurts very ill.,
My father" says Seaton. as if not
believing. But Whereabouts
I'm the garden-up there in the old
ruin. Oh. hurry. man. hurry; you can
hear all afterward"'
Seaton hardly dares to venture re-
mark, but, having with trembling fingers
clothed himself. follows Peyton out
through the window in the chill night
air. and soon the two young men are
tearing like hunted things through the
gardens to that fatal old ruin at the end
of them.
Here everything is just as Peyton left
it. The old man lying dead, with more
peaceful expression on his face than had
ever been there while he lived-the 9TH
err, the stranger, almost as motionless as
his enemy, save for II faint culver of the
lips and nostrils every now and then.
Who was he? What had brought him
here? Peyton turns to Seaton with these
questions on his lips. 1t is imperative
that something about the stranger be dis
covered-and at once.
Seaton is still holding his fathers body
in his arms, inexpressibe grief upon his
countenance The old man had been
stern, hard. begrudging but he had loved
his son well, and the son knew it. Pey-
ton touches him lightly on the shoulder.
Rouse yourself" he says, in low,
earnest tone "You know this MANI"
"No-not at all. l never saw him be-
fore"
What! you can tell me nothing? Oh,
think, Dysart." says Peyton, with in
creasing anxiety. "lf you know nothing
we shall scarcely be able to see how to
act. Exert your memory, man."
1T is useless l swear l never saw
him BEFORE" He compels himself to look
again ut Sedley, and Il shiver of disgust
shakes him. Il know only this-that he
has killed my father"
you forget" says Peyton, very quiet
ly. He would have been thankful, glad,
to be able to leave his friend in this be-
lief, but he knew it would be impossible.
II saw the whole thing. There was a
quarrel, about what did not hear, but
1t was your father who knocked that
fellow down."
"Well, it killed him." says Seaton. ex-
citedly. 1.-The excitement of that quar-
rel was too much for him. l still main
tain that that man caused his death"
He covers his face with his hands.
Nevertheless, we cannot leave him
here to die. Come, Seaton, take your
courage in your hands. Think if there
be no way to avoid the scandal that must
necessarily arise out Of all this. For
for the sake of your poor fathers mem.
DRY, bestir yourself"
1t is a potent argument. Seaton Pushes
hotly, and the old touch of power returns
to his face.
Together they carry the two bodies into
the house, under cover Of the silent
night. Mr.. Dysart to his own room, and
then up the stairs. and through the end
less corridors. that other groaning.
scarcely living burden; up always until
a disused chamber in remote corner Of
the old tower is reached, where it is be-
yond probability that any one in the
house save these three who know, will
ever seek to penetrate.
Go be continued)
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CHAPTER XVIII.

1t is ten o'clock, and night like heavy
shroud, lies over wood and garden. Tom
Peyton is treadng with cautious steps
the upper part of the garden on his way
to the ruin.
Safely he makes his way to the old
house. to get the letter he knows will
await him there Poor darling, what
will be in it? Further vexations? With
IL desire to avoid all risks. he elects to
enter by the back where Il large rent
in the dilapidated walls will enable him
to squeeze through the room where the
letter from Griselda will be.
Voices decidedly. and in the next room.
The speaker at this instant is Mr.. by
sart. The second voice is strange to him
coarse, vulgar and dictatorial, and
very threatening.
The voices grow in wrath the I'M
known one being loud in vituperation.
And now. all suddenly as it were. the
voices cease; there is u strained silence,
as il each man waits with drawn sword
for the others next word, and then-a
sickening sound. A dull. awful blow. as
of oak meeting flesh and blood. CHASTITY
groan. and then-silence.
Great heaven. What has happened?
Has he killed that old man! Peyton
springs forward, looks upon the inner
room. he stops short. as il shot. to stare
aghast upon the scene before him.
Upon the earthen floor lies IL huge fig
ure, apparently dead. while standing over
it is Mr.. Dysart, his face alight with a
CHASTITY hope, his wild eyes cleaning. A
heavy oaken stick is in his hand. The
murderous bludgeon is uplifted to COM
plete crime already begun-to finish his
work, to make sure of the helpless vic
tim at his feet. when Peyton, uttering Il
loud cry. PUSHES from the spot where
until now he lay concealed.
There is an instant's hush, strange
hush. and then n convulsive SILVER runs
through the old man. An ashen grayness
has risen from chin to brow. He filings
up his arms. for a second or two. clutches
foolishly at the air. and then falls with
dull thud across the body Of his enemy.
Peyton runs through the garden. never
pausing or drawing breath until the
house is reached. Knocking impatently
with his knuckles and receiving no an
swer. he so far gives way to the ag-
tation that is consuming him as to smash
pane with a stone. This brings Seaton
to the window in minute or two. par
TALLY dressed.
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A Smart Mans Clever Ruse.

II saw your wife in car with you
the other day." said friend to the
gay Wall street broker. Il thought she
was going to stay South over the Holt
days"
"She thought so, too" and the brok-
er smiled. "She was with friends down
there for long time, and kept writ
ing me not to tell her to come back
just yet"
How did you manage it,"
Il didn't write for her to come back.
just sent her last months gas bill.
1t was for II cents. She got here two
days later. and her trunks have been
coming In on every train since"
Then they both smiled.-New York
Press.
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HATS OF OUR ANCESTORS.
Changes that Have Taken Place in
Manufacturing Headgear.

Changes that Have Taken Place in
Manufacturing HeadGear.
'Speaking of the hat business" said
veteran of the business to the local
historian. most wonderful changes
have taken place since 1850. In O,den
times soft felt and derby hats We're not
known, and it was as late as 1913 when
silk dress hats We're first introduced in
this country, this being a French in
vention. and all silk plush used for
hats In the world was. up to this time,
made in France. When KosSuth came
to America he introduced the soft felt
hats, wearing one himself. 1t did not
take American hatters long to take up
the idea, and in less than one year old
heads with Kossuth hats. They We're
in shape nearly the same as tourist
hats now, only being trimmed up with
a nice, long ostrich plume. Along about
1858 an English tourist came along
with the derby hat, and in Il very few
years they became the general head
gear in the country. and up to the pres
ent date the demand for soft hats and
derby hats is nearly evenly divided.
'In those days all the best class of
soft hats We're imported from France.
and stiff derbieS from England. This,
however, has taken a material change.
as American hats are now sold in all
parts of the globe and it is Il known
fact that we produce the most tasty
and best hats made Before the arrival
of Kossuth and the English tourist.
however the Americans did not go
bareheaded. but contented themselves
with mapped otter and mapped beaver
hats, for the more expensive. and the
sO-caEed scratch-up or brush hats for
the cheaper. Brush or scratch-up de-
rive their name from the fact that nap
was raised on them by means of stiff
brush constructed Of whalebones. The
first manufacturers who made Ameri-
can production i'm those goods popular
and wOrld-renOwned, and who forced
French and English hats out of this
market. were RinaldO NJ. Waters. John
B. StetsOn, J. d. Bird and Il. J. Brown.
During the early periods Of 1910
and 1850 dealer was a halter in fact,
else there would have been no room for
him, as all made the hats they sold, all
handwOrk. no machines of any kind.
and one who knew how to make Il nap
ped otter or beaver hat was an artist.
earning $40 to $50 Per week being
nothing unusual. many making from
$40 to $1OO."-St. Louis Globe Demo-
crat.
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| downy nest you've been lynn in" says
the large. coarse-looking man. with IL
distinctly aggrieved air. '"There's the in
justice of it. You've as much right to
this place as | have. when all's told. And
If can't get my share"
'Sh-"' breathes Mr.. Dysart, softly,
lifting one hand. "And-well, so you
have come back? Pining for the old
country. ch?"
ITO look you up" doggedly. "To see
whether you were in the grave or out
of it. partner
'Partner?" repeats Dysart, as if in
gentle Interrogation.
I'm crime" roughly, as if angered by
the others tone. THAT'S what they'd
call it, Dysart, at the Old Bailey, or
whatever court it might come before I'm
not particular"
"No-no," assents Mr.. Dysart. with
gentle encouragement.
Il never blamed you. mind you that
But lawyers a worritng sort o var
mint A man should stick to his word
seq l, and when the old gov-ner refused
to stick to his, after all his promises to
you. why, il you kept him to it, in spite
OF him, when he had no longer power
wrong, eh?'
you are very good; very-sustaining,"
says Mr.. Dysart, slowly. His tone is,
perhaps. little fainter.
"Ay. that's what l am to them as
stands by me. And you and l are in the
same boat, Dysart: never lose sight Of
that. don't I'll back you up as fresh
as though it was only yesterday we'd
agreed on-on-you know what. Ha, ha,
haw
The old man suddenly stiffens himself
and looks straight at Sedley.
And now what is it you want?' he
asks, tersely, his tone ringing cold and
clear through the room, though very low.
Nov. l like that. l want part O. the
swag. Five thousand pounds" says the
other, coolly.
Five thousand pounds! You must be
mad"
Not one penny less. My silence is
worth that-and more. Come. don't i'm
agine you can impose on me. tell you.
| would think as little OF going into that
room out there and telling your nieces
of that first will. AS"
''Hush-hush!" says Dysart, in sharp
tone. wild with fear. Not another
word not a breath on that subject here.
Walls have ears. You know the old ruin
at the end of the far garden? Meet me
there tonight, and l shall see il we can
come to terms"
With last word or two he succeeded
in getting Sedley to the door. and there
summons Crunch, who in truth is mar
velously handy.
"Grunch. Will you see to Sedley? He
is as old a friend of yours as of mine.
think" says Mr.. Dysart. in so genial a
tone for him that Crunch involuntarily
glances at him. He is tired. and no
doubt hungry. Make him comfortable in
every way
Yes. sir" says Crunch, respectfully.
She leads Sedley down the passage. and
then. with a muttered word to him that
she should get the keys OF the cellar. runs
back to Dysart, who stands staring after
them with an unfathomable expression in
his eyes.
"Your will-quick." she says, in Il low
tone.
Keep him out of sight. Let no one
see him, or guess at his presence in this
house." whispers Dysart. tiercely. after
! which he steps back into his room and
slams the door. and locks it behind him
in frenZied fashion.
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CIIAPTEI. XVII.

As Mr.. Dysart takes his way slowly
Ground the house, the sound of running
footsteps coming toward him from Il
side walk attracts his attention. 1t is
Crunch. wild-eyed. haggard. her thin
gray locks, unbound through her unusual
haste. flying at each side of her lean. for
bidding face.
More haste. worse speed" says he.
sarcastically. SIS the house atire. or my
precious nieces dead. that you rush upon
me with such indecorous abandon!"
Hush says she. sternly. with n
glance behind her. this is no time for
words like those. Think only of this,
Dysart." pausing and painting for breath,
that | have seen a ghost"
The old man laughs.
BE silent" misses the woman savage
iy; cease your gibcs. l tell you. The
ghost ! have seen isis"
my worthy father. for example," sng,
Eests he. with sheer. NO? Well.
come, who. them"
Michael Sedley." The words fall from
her as though they burn her lips in pass
ing.
The snecr dies from Mr.. Dysart's lips:
dark flush suffuses his face. turning it
presently beneath the ashen hue that
makes him look like corpSe-a corpse
with eyes of fire. He staggers back
against tree, and his hands catch con
vnlsively at the bark of it,
You are mad, woman he says. in a
terrible voice.
"Ay. may be. So | say. Mad am.
II 1t was his ghost | saw. But r. | saw
him in the flesh, how then. Dysart! Why.
sane. Well" with growing excitement.
'shall il be mad or sane?''
Mad. mad, mnd." shrieks he. furious
ly. "All my life you have been my bane.
my curse. and now. now what is this
news You would tell me? Sedley. Why.
he is dead. woman-dead. | tell YOU
Where have you seen him? Speak. |
command you cries he. scizing her arm
and shaking her violently.
"On the avenue. | was there watching
Miss Griselda. as you told me to. lest she
should go into the woods again. when he
came slowly toward me through the
trees. proving about He's changed,
he's gone to bone a deal; but I'd know
him still among thousand Ay, and
you'll know him. too
II is characteristic of the iron nature
81 the man-that rose above all petty
cringings to Il miserly fear-that as he
enters the presence Of the one creature
whom on earth he breads. he does So
with calm visage and one expressions
less. His step is slow. methodical as
usual; his face. gray in its pallor, very
mask. His brilliant eyes alone betray
the keen life that still fingers in the
gaunt old frame. and they look through
and through the unwelcome visitor with
an unblinking gaze.
You. he says. softly. nay smilingly
extending graceful hand. with a good
deal of languid Indifference.
Just that" says Sedey. in tone 50
loud and common as to contrast painfully
with the polished accent that had gone
before. Years since We met. mate"
Many" says Mr.. Dysart. sinking care,
fully into rckety old chair near him
And yet it seems like yesterday-that
we parted"
Take it like that it shows what q
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NAGGING.
One of the Sins that Destroy Home
Comfort.

One of the Sins that Destroy Home
Comfort.
There is one exceedingly disagree
able habit into which some people fall
without seeming to notice it. This is
nagging. They cannot say what they
have to say and then let it alone, but
keep pecking and pecking at 1t on ev-
cry occasion and if occasions do not
arise naturally, they make them. In
this nagging, sarcasm, or irony. bear
a leading part. A thing may be said
once or twice as a pleasant raillery, in
a genial humor. but when repeated
over and over it ceases to be fun. 1t
then cuts. Sarcasm is a two-edged
tool; it cuts and wounds the one at
whom it is aimed. and it irritates and
roughens the one who uses it. 1t is
a dangerous tool for one to use who
wishes to be either kind or just. 1t
comes easily to the lips and the in
tellect takes a certain kind of delight
in aptness, ingenuity or sharpness. Its
use grows on one. At least the habit
becomes so habitual that 1t Is used
unconsciously. However good-natured
one seems to take it, it is almost GER
tain to leave sting; there Is wound
that hurts. Struggle against 1t as one
will. there will often be an impression
carried that some part of it is meant in
earnest.
Too often do all Of us wound the
feelings of others by carelessness In
speech. We cannot too carefully
guard ourselves against the nagging
habit. 1t rasps and wears out the
best of dispositions. Let us endeavor
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CHAPTER XVI.-tContinued.j

That night is still as death itself. and
the sparkling briliance of the slow NOV
ing waters contrasts with it III tender
fashion Strangely attracted by it. Vera
goes forward. moves down the ston"
stpps that lead to the garden. and with
eager footsteps gains the little pathway
steep and sudden. that leads to the beach.
Suddenly she draws in her arms. and
a SILVER runs through her; she turns her
head-to see Dysart.
You are going to marry Lord Shell
ton!' he says. his tone more assertive
than questioning.
1T is an impairment question:, says
Miss Dysart. calmly.
you are disngenuous. If ne has not
yet asked you. You know he only waits
the opportunity to do so. When ne
does He checks himself abruptly,
knowing he has gone too far
\ little flame leaps into Nera's eyes.
Has it occurred to you that l am very
forbearing!" she asks. with a curious
smile. Does it not strike you as very
remarkable that l do not on my part
question you back again! that l DO not
ask you whom you are going to marry !"
He looks as if he was about to make
her an angry rejoinder, but she checks
him.
"No-don't he afraid, l am not going
10 put the question" she says, coldly;
land after all, why should ]! ~
do you mean" he goes on. that you
know of someone want to marry?'
LET there be an end to this hateful
Hypocrisy" cries she. turning to him with
burst Of passionate anger. 'You acted
your part for Grselda this morning most
admirably
Vera cries he, hoarsely.
She turns as if startled by that impas-
stoned cry. and then, he hardly knows
how it is, he hardly dares remember at
terward. but somehow she is in his arms,
and he is looking down into her frighten
cd eyes with terrible entreaty in his
own.
do you know what you are dong?
he says. his miserable voice scarcely
above u whisper. My darling, my SOUL
have PITY More closely his arms bind
her. He bends his face to hers-nearer
nearer still. and then. suddenly. great
loathing of himself fills him. He draws
back with sharp shudder. and almost
pushes her from him. Co.. he says. We
hemently; and in another moment she
has turned the corner OF the winding
stairs. and is gone.
Gone.
With a heavy groan he filings himself
face downward on the cool sweet. shift
ing sands. that moonsmitten lie trem-
bling, waiting for the dawn.
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Hardly So.

In no situation, probably. is the STAN
mering intirmity more calamitous than
in making proposition Of marriage.
An exchange gives us this dialogue:
MIR. Stutterly to Miss Grace -:
IN M miss GG-G-G- -G-Grace. Ill
m-m-m- m-my-"
What did you say. Mr.. Stutterly?''
"W-WWWWW Won't you bib b.
be my wu-wu-wu-wuwife l-l-I-l-l-l
s-s-s-s-s-saidw
20, George, this Is so !dde0.'
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California. Is Ope-
rating again. The
five robberies Of
stage and coach on
lonely mountain
roads in northern
California a II d
southern Arizona
during the last few
months have abun-
dant earmarks Of
the famous lone
highwayman Of the
Sierras. More than
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Tunnel Under North Channel,

The estimated cost Of q submarine
tunnel from Wigton, Scotland to Larne
Ireland. twenty-three miles. is $50. OOO.-
900. There is no immediate prospect Of
its being built.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1902-03-13
BOLD BLACK BART.
A PICTURESQUE HiGHWAYMAN
OF CALIFORNIA.
The Jekyll and Hyde Career of
Stage Robber Who Terrorized the
Pacific Slope and Eiuded the Officials
for Many Years-Again at Work.

There is good reason to believe that
Black Bart. the boldest and most no.
tOrious highwayman ever known IN
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SubsidiZin0 Manufactoriea

Under law passed two years ago
the Hungarian government may subsi-
die almost any kind of manufactorv.
Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1902-03-13

Every kind father should drop mon.
ey into the children's bank, in order
that their mother can be supplied with
Change"
Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1902-04-02
COUNTY NEWS.

southwest sarpor.
Harvey Hodgkins has been very Ill with
bronchitis. He is rapidly improving.
John Tinker's infant SON has been SCI
riously III with pneumonia for nearly two
weeks, but is now slightly better.
Seth Norwood, who has been reading
law with B. Z Clark, at Bar Harbor, dur
ing the winter, left for Boston on Mon
day, where he has fosnd employment for
the spring season.
Capt Robbie Norwood, while taking his
vacation from sea trips, has pursued a
fowl industry and is very proud OF his
Easter chickens. He set hen on twelve
eggs, and the obliging biddy brought out
the full dozen smart chicks.
Last week three of the Carroll family
were quite III and under the doctors care
at the same time. Other families In town
were in like condition, but nearly all the
cases are now on the mend. 1t Is hoped
the reign OF the grip is about over.
Frank Norris has leased the Fernald
farm, and will devote his time to the cul-
tivation OF market produce. Having
served a coed apprenticeship in that line
in his native country, England. he will
probably make success Of fancy garden
ing.i
All here are hoping that the first trip of
the "mt Desert" on April will not prove
an April fool Joke. The erratic trips of
the ''Cstheiine'', popping in at unexpected
hours, make the prospect OF regular ar
rivals OF boats ON scheduled time very de-
sirable, though the pludky SCATTERING"
deserves much praise for her perseverance
in all sorts OF weather.