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towns have their banks, the family
hoard is usually more safely placed
than in a domestic cranny.
Queer hiding-places are, however,
still uncovered. There are savers
who will not trust the banks. An
English exchange, having collected
facts in a number of cases where
money has been found in very strange
places, presents the following inter
esting incidents in this way:
A few months ago a dealer in old
furniture secured for thirty shillings,
at an auction held at Llandrug, a vil
lage near Carnarvon, Wales, an oak
dresser, part of the property of an
old lady who had just died. On his
arrival home he proceeded to overhaul
his purchase, when to his surprise he
discovered, on the top shelf, a mus
tard-tin filled to the brim with sover
eigns and half-sovereigns.
An old bicycle was not long since
knocked down to a gentleman for a
mere song. In due course it was sent
to a cycle repairer in Hampstead to
be put in working order. During this
process nine half-sovereigns were
found concealed in the handle-bars.
In October of 1899 a gentleman re
siding in East Dulwich purchased at
a local auction-room for a few shill
ings a parcel of second-hand books,
among which was an old Bible. On
the following Sunday his wife, on
opening this, found several of the
leaves pasted together. These she
took the trouble to separate, when six
five pound Bank of England
notes dropped out. On the back of
one of these notes the former owner of
the Bible had written his will, which
ran as follows: “I have had to work
very hard for this, and having none as
natural heirs, I leave thee, dear read
er, whosoever shall own this holy
bobk, my lawful heir.”
A curious law case was heard re
cently in the Lancashire County
Court. A widow, residing at Hartle
pool, bought a picture, which, besides
being very old and dusty, was fur
ther disfigured by a most unsightly
frame. The woman, however, took
the trouble to clean her purchase,
when between the frame and the can
vas were found seventeen five pound
English sterling notes. Overjoyed at
her good fortune, she noised abroad
her discovery, which coming to the
vendor’s ears he laid claim to the
money. On the purchaser refusing
to fall in with his views, he appealed
to the law, with a result, however,
that ran counter to his hopes.
On the appraisers of the estate of
an old miser, who died a year or so
back at New Burgh, searching his
house they came upon an old cup
board seemingly filled with rubbish.
This they overhauled, to find in a cor
ner a family of young mice comfort
ably ensconced in a nest constructed
of bank- notes to the value of 400 Eng
lish sterling pounds.
A mouse was the cause of a still
greater find. As an old Paris hawker,
named Mme. Jacques, was endeavor
ing to dislodge one of these little ani
mals that had taken refuge in her
chimney, she knocked aside some
bricks and laid bare a cavity contain
ing a number of bank-notes amounting
in value to I,GOO English sterling
pounds, which had belonged to a for
mer tenant of the house, who had died
several years previously.
’Tis an ill-wind that blows no one
any good. Some time ago an old
Birmingham woman, who had the mis
fortune to lose her leg, purchased a
paid of crutches at a second-hand deal
er’s. Not long after one of the
crutches snapped -beneath her weight,
disclosing a hollow in the wood, with
in which were secreted twenty English
sterling pound notes and a diamond
scarf-pin, which was sold for as much
more.
Among a quantity of household ef
fects, forming one lot, that a gentle
man purchased some years since at a
sale in Kent, was a stuffed parrot.
This being of no value was given over
to his children, who, after the manner
of their kind, proceeded in due course
to inspect its anatomy. Curiosity in
this case met its reward, for within
the bird reposed fifteen sovereigns and
two spade guineas of George III —no
bad return for the few shillings invest
ed originally in the purchase of the
entire lot. —Anonymous.
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“NEVERMORE”
They met one night for the first
time, after prayer service. The
pastor, an intimate friend of Felice’s
family, and a frequent visitor in the
home, had come to admire Felice
greatly for her quiet, unobtrusive
helpfulness, and his wife, too, praised
the girl in the highest terms. So,
when the pastor introduced his young
cousin, Robert Grantham, it was natu
ral for the latter to say:
“I feel that I am meeting an old ac
quaintance —I’ve heard so much of
you.”
With a shy, upward glance into the
eager face, Felice had made some
conventional reply, then, leaving the
Church with her mother, she attempt
ed to dismiss the handsome young
stranger from her mind. However,
it was not so easy to forget the ad
miring eyes that had followed her so
persistently during the prayer service.
All through her dreams she was led
by a warm clasping hand down a rose
bordered pathway, and ever bent upon
her was that ardent gaze that said
more than words.
On the morrow, when the pastor
called, the good-looking young cousin
came with him. That was the begin
ning. Each day of his unexpectedly
protracted visit in the minister s
home found many hours spent at Fe
lice’s side. The acquaintance be
came friendship, and friendship deep
ened until that crisis was reached at
which “absence makes the heart grow
fonder.”
After a year’s constant correspond
ence, and brief visits at infrequent
intervals, he came again on his an
nual vacation to the little town, and
this time he came as Felice’s accepted
lover. Once more, the hour for his
departure was at hand. Despite the
many letters and telegrams calling
him back to the city, he had put off
going from day to day, till business
permitted of no further postponement.
Never had it seemed so hard to say
“Good-bye.”
“But it is the last good-bye,” he
said, with a return of his boyish gay
ety “for when I go away again, I shall
take you home with me.”
They were standing like two chil
dren, hand clasped in hand, before
the tall pier-glass, before which he had
been posing her, as he smiling declar
ed she must pose for her photograph
when she should be his “little bride.”
She looked up at his bright smiling
face, reflected in the soft light, then,
involuntarily, glanced into the depths
of the mirror. Her eyes dilated with
terror, her cheeks paled, her lips part
ed in a muffled cry. With a swift
glance over his shoulder, she turned
again to the glass, her hands clenched,
her eyes staring.
“What is it, my darling, tell me,”
cried Robert, dismayed at the horror
depicted upon her countenance.
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leaned against him. She was sobbing
and moaning inarticularly, as he held
her more closely to him.
“Oh, Robert, you are still here. I
still have you here with me, she cried,
clinging to him as if half-unconvinced
of the reality of his presence. With
reassuring words he comforted her as
he would have soothed a child.
“Don’t leave me, Robert. Don't
go away tonight. I’ll never see you
again. You’ll never come back any
more.”
“Why, little girl, what has frighten
ed you so? My precious little wife to
be, don’t you know that positively, I
must be in the city tomorrow to put
that deal through, for which I have
been working all the year? When
that is all arranged, I shall have suf
ficient income to take my little wife
home, with no fears for the future —
and, oh! I shall be the proudest hap
piest man in the whole State!”
Her only answer was to beseech him
“Not to go.”
“There, my precious pet, seeing you
cry so has brought the tears to my
eyes. Be brave, little girl, for my
sake.”
She looked up with a little wistful
smile on her tear-stained face, and
with her soft little handkerchief,
brushed the tears from his eyes.
With a solemnity, that deeply im
pressed her, he placed her arm in
his, and, humming the wedding
march, he turned and kept step with
her to the door. He drew his watch
from his pocket, and held it open in his
hands.
“•I’m counting our last moments,
darling,” he said, and something of
her own anguish looked back at her
from his dear eyes.
She clasped his face between her
two hands and gazed mournfully up
at him. Whether or not her fear had
communicated itself to him, with
trembling fingers he replaced his
watch and lifted her in his arms.
Holding her in a close embrace he
seemed defying the power of death
even to seperate them.
“Since it is a last good-bye, Robert,
kiss me again.”
Again his lips, warm, throbbing with
life, clung for an instant to her pale,
cold lips. Then, without again meet
ing her despairing, pleading gaze, he
gently released her. The door was
closed upon him. She heard his
quick tread upon the walk, heard the
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gate latch click, and sank to the floor.
She was stricken almost into insensi
bility, by the conviction that he was
going away, never —never to come
back again.
How long she remained there mo
tionless, in utter desolation, she nev
er knew. She heard the shriek of
the midnight train that was to bear
him away. A pause at the station —
oh! if she might but call him back
even then! The swift puffing of the
departing engine smote the stillness,
then the rush and roar of the long
train of cars faded away into the dis
tance. He was gone.
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The next day’s papers contained an
account of a fearful wreck upon the
A. iB. & A. road, in which many lives
were lost. Heading the list of the
dead was his name.
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