THE BUTLER HERALD.
W. N. BENNS.
A WEEKLY DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER,DEVOTED TO INDUSTRY AND CIVILIZATION.
OXE DOLLAR A ’TEAR.
BCTLEB, BEOltOU. TUTOWAV, M'V ‘JO. 1870.
. — - ! concise reply thW Walter Austin
THE BUTLER HERALD . (had written from his chamber in
W. N. BENNS.
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TUESDAY MAY 20th 1879.
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"You am rery tied, Indeed,
Uncle Abiah, to ink me down to
Hillorest lor ae long H 1 wish to
stay, and 1 can as,ure you that I
have been so long, wanderer that
the idea n'f a home is rery pleasant
tome. But when I take into eon- and the lights and fires in the
"What a woman you are, Cor
nelia! I declare, it heals anything
I ever heard in the whole course
ot my lifet"
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Trapped by an Heiress-
A coxier pluce than the hiar sit
ting-room at llillcrest'would have
ln «n hard to flud, if one had trav
eled from Land's Knd to John O'-
Oroat’s; und i his eventful evening,
when the deetinica of two worthy
people were about taking definite
form—two people who hud never
seen each other, and who had
heard of each other ao often that
both were curiously eager to meet
—on thin important evening the
sitting-room at Hillcrest had nev
er looked pleasanter or cosier.
A huge fire of loga glowed like
motion carbuncles in the open fire
place; on the table in t ic autreof
Ihe floor, whose cover matched thi
glowing crimson of the carpel,
was a silver stand that held a doz
on snowy wax tapers, whose beam
ing light contrasted exquisitely
with the ruddy glow of the fire.
Beside the table, in a big, cush
ioned chair, with his feet thrUBt
toward the genial warmt-h on the
hearth, his gray dressing-gown
sitting comfortably on his portly
form, his gold-rimmed glasses on
his nose, sat the owner aud mas
ter of llillcrest, Mr, Abiah Gress-
ington, rich, good-natured, and
loud of his own way. Opposite
him was the mistress of the place
—little, shrew-faced, merry Annt
Gornelia, his sister, who, since bsr
widowhood, had come to Hillcrest
to make her bachelor brother’s
home as pleasant as she could.
That she had succeeded was
very evident by the way now in
which he looked up from a letter
he had been reading—the confi
dential, kindly way in whioh he
‘•Walter writfB a curious letter
in response to my invitation t<>
come aud apeud a few weeks at
llillcrest as snby mb be gefcB over
Ins fatigue ftom his ocean voyage
home, after hi* iiv* years’ tour
abroad.—I’ll read it. to you.*'
He leaned near the softly-glow
ing light, and b*gan the short,
ronsin, Mabel, whom you are good
enough to wfehme to marry—”
Mrs. Cornelia interrupted sharp-
“Abiah, you never wont and
told our grand-nephew that you
bad in view his marriage with
Her tone was energetic, almost
“Why not? I certainly did. T
told him in my letter that it wan
a chance for him he’d never get.
again, and that he needn’t f< el
under Bitch terrible obligations to
take a fancy 1o Phil’s little Mabel
but to come down and be cousinly
and if anything should happen,
it'd be right all around.
Mrs. Cornelia knitted vigorous
ly, her lavender cap-ribbons quiv
ering in the mellow taper glow.
“All I have to say is, you’re^—
a fool, Abiuhl Walter is tight. A
young matt‘doesn't like to have
his fancies tinder rein and . whip,
and the very fact that we want
him to marry will tnakc him in
disposed to do it. You’ve made a
real mistake in the beginning.”
Mr, OresHtngron looked aghti-t
at his sister’s determined face.
“Why, I really didn't suppose—'
“Ot cohvse you didn’t, life on
y your natural stupidity, you dea:
old fellow! Men are «1I alike.
Don’t I know them like a hook?
And you’ve ruined’your hopes for
Mabel and Walter at the very out
Mr, Cre-Vuigton started discern
“1 am sure I meant it all right
enough, Cornelia. I certainly
warned Walter to know what a lit
tle darling our Mabel is, and what
a nice little wife she would make
for any man.''
“Very commendable, indeed; on
ly, if you bad consulted me upon
the letter you sent, I should have
advised you to ssy nothing about
Mabel, or her charms, or her ex
pectations. I should havo simply
asked him to come and see us, and
have left the rest to Mabel’s blue
eyes. You see, Abiah?’’
His lips compressed slowly.
“I think l see. And my hopes
in that direction are all ruined.'*
The silver needles clicked rap
idly, aud the snow-white yarn
came reeling merily off the ball
under her arm.
“Not at all. Leave that to me,
and I’ll see what can be doue.
Trust a woman’s wit to get even a
blundering old fellow like yourself
out of a scrape.”
She smiled and nodded, and
looked altogether so mischievous,
that Mr. Cressiugton became qn te
excited oyer her little mystery.
“Do expla : n, Cornelia.’’
And when she explained he lean
*d back in his chair, with an ex
pression of positive awe and admi
ration od his face.
Hillorest aitting-roora making an
eloquent welcome to Walter Aus
tin, as he stood in the midst of the
home circle, tall, gentlemanly,
handsome and self-possessed.
Old Mr, Cressington was in h ; s
richest humor as he led forward
two young girls.
“Come, don’t he shy, now.
Walter, this is your cousin, Mabel
Cressington, and this is her good
friend and inseperablo companion,
Irene Vance, come to # helo enter
tain you. My nephew, Mr, Wal
ter Austin, girls. And this is
Aunt Cornelia—you remember
well enough, eh?’’
And so the presentation whs
merrily gotten over, and Walter
found himself at home in the most
pleasanst family he had ever
They were remarkably pretty
girls, with deep bine eyes—al
though Miss Vance’s w re decide I-
ly the deeper blue and more be
witching—and lovely, yel!ow-goM
hair. Walter found himself ad
miring the style of Miss Vance’s
coiffure he Tore he lmd known her
an hour; and when he went up to
his room that night he felt as if
between the two, roguish Mabel
and sweet little Irene, he would
never come out heart-whole.
‘For Mabel is a good little dar
ling,” thought he, “and 1 will
ake Great uncle Ahiah’s «dv : ce
and thereby secure a general
share of the Cressington esfates
Egad I that’s a happv thought!”
But the handsome young gen
tleman went to sleep and dreamed,
instead oi Mabel’s laughing eyes,
of Irene's gentle, tender ones; and
awoke somewhere in the middle
•d’ the night, unable to g^t asleep
aga n for thinking of her.
And the after days weie not
much better. Despite the golden
value of Mabel, there was Borae-
thing about Irene Vance that made
this headstrong fellow very fool
ishly indifferent to the advice he
had sworn to follow.
Because, by Jovel a fellow would
havejto he made out of granite to
resist the sweet, shy ways of such
a little darling as Irene! And
I’ll marry her if she’ll have me,
and the money and property may
go the d—xdogs. I’ve a head and
a pair of hands, and bjue-eyed
Irene shall not suffer!”
It was not an hour later that he
met her in the hall, carrying great
boughs of holly, with which to
festoon, down the walnut stair
“Give me your burden, Irene,"
said lie. “Why did you not tell uie
you were goiug to gather it, and let
mo go with you? It is altogether too
heavy a burden for your arms to bear.”
He managed to get the lovely sprays
from her arms, but it required an im
mense amount of tardy effort on his
part, and shy, sweet blushing on her;'.
“Answer mo, Irene. Why didn’t
yoH let mo go with you? Wouldn’t you
have liked it.”
He demanded her answer in the
most captivating, lordly way, and she
dropped her eyes in great confusion.
, “Then why were you so cvu« 1 to
“lam not cruel to anybody. Indeed
I must go now.”
Walter placed himself squarely in the
way, and was looking down at her
“No, you can’t go yet. Irene, you are
cruel, or yon would never deprive one
of the opportunity to enjoy the bless
edness of your society.” His voice
lowered tenderly, and he dropped his
head nearer her golden curls. “You
know I think it cruel in yon to he so
distant, aud shy, and reserved with me
—don’t yon, Irene?”
She shrank away, her lovely form
drooping like a lily, her cheeks hang
ing out their signals of distress and
“Oh. please don’t talk so to me. In
deed I must go!. Mabel is waiting Pfor
the holly, and she—they won’t like it
But she was a prisoner in his tight
“If what? Tf they find you and me
talking so confidently together?”
“No! I mean if I don’t tuko the
holly at once.”
Walter put his arm around her
waist before she know what he was
“Irene, look up. You shall not go
until you lot me see in your eves if you
love me us well•»« I love you! Iren**,
my dear little girl, I do love you very
81m was silent for one second, and
lie Baw the quiver-of her red lips.
Then she raised her head slowly, shyly.
J“Yon love me? Oh, Walter, what
will they all say? Don’t you know it
fe Mabel you should say that to? I am
nobody, and Mabel is an heirnes.’
Walter had both arms arouud her
by this time, and was looking urdently
in her glowing face.
“I know Mabel is an heiress, and a
nice little girl, and I also know you
area darling—my darling—and the
only girl I ever asked to be my wife,
or ever shall ask! Say yes, pet 1
His tones were low and tender,
“And you can deliberately give
up so much for only just me/'
Her wondrous eyes met his brave
ly now, and thrilled him with'the
love light in them.
“Only just my own darling! Why,
you a: e more than all the world to me.
Come, we will go tell Uncle Abiah at
once. Just one kiss first—you must.!’
And he bad more than one or two,
before ho led her, blushing, with tears
tiembling on her lashes, like diamonds
on a golden thread, to Uncle Abiah,
w ho sat in his library wiili Cor
nelia, industriously loooking over n
receipt book. They looked up in sur
pi ise as Walter u.arched in, Irene on
his arm, \ picture of confusion.
“If you please, Uncle Abiah, 1
want your blessing and cordial consent
to receive this little gill lor your
niece. I love her, aud she loves me.”
Uncle Abiah looked shrewdly over
his glasses ot Mrs. Cornelia.
J “Well, sister, what shall wo say to
I this youth’s demand ?”
* A broau smile of perfect delight was
on her merry face.
*3uy? Why, tell them yes, and
welcome; and let them know their
Annt Cornelia isn’t a fool if their Un
cle Abiah is.’
Walter looked qn astonished, ami
felt Irene’s hand tremble on his arm.
“What is it, dear ?* ,
Site smiled through her tears as she
loo ml into his inquiring eyes.
Oh, Walter, I am afraid you will b
angry. I am Mabel utter all, and—
“And you have made love to your
cousin, the heiress-, in spite of your
self, my boy. So- Hilh rest is a fore
gone late’ after all, eh ?”
“Don’t scold, please, Walter!” Ma
bel pleaded, in a low voice, with her
blue eyes looking into his."
“As if I could scold you, my love!
Since I have yon, what need I chi©?”
And Mrs. Cornelia turned over the
leaves of the receipt book until she
came to “wedding cake,” and avers
that she made the match herself.
HEtt FATHER’S VICTIM.
l it© Funeral of Little Edith Freeman-
Dlsnppolutment or the Fanatics.
A correspondent at Boston, Rpeaking
of the Freeman tragedy at Focasset,
When the news of the murder was
told to his fellow-believers, although
staggered by anoh a proof of faith, they
joined Freeman in holding that God
would restore tho child to life. There
was some protest, but so infatuated
was this entire following, comprising
more than a score of respectable peo
ple in Poncasset and its vicinity, that
they did not look upon the action as a
crime, and believed with the perpetra
tor that it was doue by God s command.
There were among the Second Ad
ventist band, therefore, the deepest
surprise, chargin, and confusion to-day
at the failure of little Edith to rise
from the dead. Their faith did not wa-
er in the least; and as an instance of
this unparalleled credulity d Journal
•eporter telegraphs that last night he
talked with Mrs. Swift, the child’s
grandmother, who begged him not to
mention to Milford, the other child,
ything about the murder, saying that
there was no need of her knowing any
thing about the affair, because Edith
would be alive again in the morning.
Two or three of these peculiar people,
however, doubted whether the resur
rection would take place to-day, all,
nevertheless, being sure that it would
come soon. These few are not disheart
ened, but claim that the truth of their
doctrine will yet be shown. But others
mutter about “God breaking his prom- - *
The funeral services took place in the
Methodist chinch this afternoon, the
little edifice being crowded to suffoca
tion and hundreds standing around the
outside of the building. The pastor, the
Rev. Mr. Williams, assisted by the
Baptist clergyman of the village, con
ducted the services and improved the
opportunity to give deluded Advent
ists, who all the while kept their eyea
on the coffin, some sound advice. He
said a great deal in a few words, warn
ing them to give up their false belief,
while their reason remained. The fu
neral being over, Alden P. Davis, the
leading spirit in the Advent company,
now that Freeman is in jail, •attempt
ed to make a speech, but was ordered
to keep quiet or submit to arrest,-
When the body had been removed to
(he little graveyard, Davis mounted a
grave and made just such a speech os
might have been expected, saying that
he was an infidel until two years ago,
when God revealed himself to him. He
eulogized the murderer • until the
crowd interrupted with ciies of‘Choke
him,’ ‘Bury him in the open grave,’
etc., and a scene unparalleled in r cent
New England history ensued over the
coffin and the grave. No violence, how
D«ab Bell*—Our commencement
exercises are over. 1 have received
my diploma, and am now ready to
enter with zest into the pleasure’s of
gay society. Attired becomingly in
a pure white robe, such as aiigel might
love to wear, I took a prominent part
in the musical exercises in the even
ing. Although 1 had contracted a
severe cold a few days before, I was
enabled by the use ol'Coiissens* Hon
ey of Tar, tho best remedy in the
world for coughs, colds, and all the
rlfeeaso* of the throat and lungs, to
sirg so well that 1 completely enrnj «t
iired a large audience. Tell Uncle
•iuh'i Mint Mu’ use oi’ that invaluable
compound, Cousens’ Honey of Tar,
will cure his cough. It is only 50cts#
a buitle, and can be bought at Wei*
kur A Gann’s Drug Store.
V OUlb ill huotc. •