The Conshohocken Recorder, January 19, 1894

              THE RECORDER.
VOL. XXI v9 NO. 4<> CONSIIOUOCKEN, FRIDAY, JANUARY 19, 1894. $1.00 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE
Orowlosj Old.
The CsJrejatlfllea droop at eventide.
The sweet,-1 roses fall from oil tho stem.
The rarest things on earth cannot ubfdo.
And wenrc passing, too, awuy like them.
YVe'rc _'ru« tug old.
We hud our lIllHIM llll—l rosy dreams of
youth—
They faded, and t WM well. This aNer Prlmo
Ilutli brought us fuller hopes, and yet. for- ■
sooth.
Wo drop a (car BOW In this latter time
To think we're old.
We mile »i thoes poor fsnotas of the past—
A saddened smile, almost akin to pain—
Those high dea res, those purposes so T»*t
Ah, our poor hearts, they cannot come ugalnl ■
w. i.' growing old.
Old? Well, the heavens arc old; this earth Is,
too:
Old «In* la beat, matures! (rail moat sweat,
Sim i. have we lost, more ruined, although 'tis I
true
Wo tread Ufe'i way with most uncertain foot
We're grow tag old.
We move along and scatter as we pace
Soft graces, tender hopes on every hand.
At last, with gray streaked hair and hollow
face,
Wo step across the boundary of the land
Where none Is old.
—Atlantn Constitution.
Continued from last week.
CHANSON
L'y H. E. SCOTT.
After Coreta and our boy had with-drawn
ho paid: "My son, my days are
near numbered. 1 shall soon be gathered
to my fathers. I have pondered long and
well. You and Coreta and our darling
boy are all that 1 have on earth. This
is a dismal home at best, and without
the wealth that is within reach, and
which I mifjht not handle, you will not
be left as I would have you. I shall
tonight show you the treasure guarded
by old Martell, and when 1 am gone,
Claud, it belongs to yon, Coreta and
little Ignace. You need feel no com-punctions
of conscienco at making use
of it, for the once owner of each and
every article died when they fell into
the hands of the buccaneers. Who they
were even, or what nationality, none
can tell. When I am dead and gone, 1
do not desire yon to remain here in this
isolated life. Lay me at rest by the
aide of my ancestors. Secure the treas-ure
and leave the island. Sometimes,
you know, you can return to Chanson.
Leave Pedro and the other servant hero.
Provido for them, and when in time
they die do not leavo the old home ten-antless."
"Oh, Don Ignace. you will not die!"
"Hush, Claud, it is very near."
It was midnight, and all wero at rest,
even faithful Pedro, when, with two
large lanterns, wo passed through a
great, unused room some 40 feet in
length aud half as wide in the very cen-ter
of the castle. I had never entered
it before, and when from a big bunch
of keys the don selected a large one
I inserted it in the lock. It was
that had held muskets and sabers In
their positions had given way, and they
had fallen to the floor. Even as we
walked along a heavy cutlass and an
enormous breastplate fell from their po-
Mtien of perhaps a century and struck
the stone Boor with a clang that star-tled
me. 1 glanced at them. The re-verberation
of our footfall had cnum il
the moldy straps to part. At the end
of this large room a door stood open.
Wo stepped to it and glanced in.
"The culinary department, " said the
don.
Hugo fireplaces were on either side,
and large kettles still hung on the old
fashioned cranes. Bake ovens and pots
all ranged on either side, while piled
on shelves and tables wero tin plates
and china plates, immense platters and
knives and forks, but when 1 picked Dp
a huge carver the wooden handle crum-bled
into dust.
" Why," said I, "your ancestors must
have had many followers."
"Ignace, my father, I believe," re-plied
the don, "had 20 pirato crafts
afloat and manned by many hundred
men, though rarely more than two or
three crews would be here at one time.
"The pirates' armory," said he.
many minutes before, with all power at
my command, I could turn it, but I suc-ceeded
at l<>st and pushed tho heavy
iron door back.
"Wait a few moments," said the
don, "until fresh air be admitted. Re-member,
half a century has passed
since a foot has crossed this threshold.
The air that we encountered at tho
door was flat and dead. I pushed again
at the door till I had it wide open.
Then we sat for 10 minutes on a bench
in the groat hall, after which we en
tered the room. At the don's request
I closed tho door.
"The pirates' armory," said he.
Hanging from the wall on either side
from end to end wero weapons of all
descriptions—tho old fashioned broad-sword
of Great Britain, tho rapier of
France, the cutlass of Morocco and In-dia,
the saber of America.
"All nations," said tho don, "con-tributed
to tins armory."
Blacked against the wall were mus-kets,
rifles, shotguns and pikes Innu-merable.
A I n table extended
the length < f tl • room, with benches
at each .side for seats.
"Tho festive board and council t.i
hie,"'
I gazed in wondt r at tho content? ol
this room. Midway of tho room on one
aide was an immense i 1, on
which stood decanters without number,
also goblets and glasses. At the lower
end a table and a rack were filled with
ahort arms, pistols, dirks and knives.
All wero moldy and showed evidence
of great a&\ and in places the
tinel rolled down tho three stone steps.
'' Poor old Martell!" said tho don. '' 1
will soon ktcp you company."
He fitted a key to the casket, and we
soon had it open. Tho don removed
what, 1 judge, was once a pirate flag
from the top, and I saw before me un-told
wealth—diamonds, rubies, pearls,
gold coin of every nation. I raised a
handful of the jewels. How they spar-kled
1
"When I am dead," said the don,
"remove them. They aro yours. No
crowned head of Europe possesses their
value. Stay 1 Put these in your pocket,
that after you have slept this may not
seem a dream. And now bring back
the head of old Martell. It was ever
a true one, and, old friend, we will
leave it with you."
I did so, and he closed the casket.
We placed tho skeleton again on its lid.
"Now mark my movements well,"
said the don, as ho shoved back tho lev-er.
The slab arose to its place. We
passed out of the tomb, he pushed back
tho lever, and naught but a wall con-fronted
ns. Back through the vault,
another pushing back of a lever, and
the entrance was closed. Wo were soon
tho
But come." And we retraced our steps out of the council room, tho door lock-to
the council room.
Arrived near the center of the room,
I noticed two large black flags hanging
from either side of the door we had en-tered,
while above them one large flag
was suspended by two corners and hung
straight down. Tho flag was black. I
could just discern in its center the let-ters
I. D. F. "The pirate's flags—I. D.
Floremo," said Don Ignace.
I placed my hand on the folds of one
of them. It fell to dust.
"Now for the vaults," said the don,
and at the sideboard he halted, reached
one hand behind it, seized a lever and
pulled, but without any result.
"Pull with your younger arms.
Claud. Here; stand here."
1 seized tho lover and pulled and
pulled again, and right in front of the
sideboard an iron plato of somo 6 by 8
feet sank gradually down until it hung
suspended by straps, which were se-cured
to the plate from the under side.
Holding my lantern, I could see an
iron ladder, which leaned against the
stone on which wo stood.
"Let us descend," said the don.
"But the airl" 1 exclaimed; "the
atmosphere I"
"Plenty of ventilation there," ho re-plied,
"from tho outside."
We were soon at the foot of the lad-der,
some 12 feet below. The vault was
a largo one, solidly walled up with
stone. The floor was solid stone, and
ranged along tho walls wero barrels,
casks, boxes and moldy packages with'
out number. Most of them, at a kick,
would drop to pieces. In a number of
tho boxes were bottled goods, old wines
and brandies.
"Here." said I, "is where onr wine
conies from."
"Here is where it originally came
from," said the don. "Old Martell
moved it up above before he died, but
he must have left a great quantity here.
Theso boxes and bales contain all man-ner
of goods, now surely worthless."
Wo had reached one end of tho vault.
"Do you care to see tho resting place
of my ancestors? You must, as I de-sire
to bo laid beside them."
Ho grasped a lever sunk in tho wall
and pulled, and a sheet iron plate
12 feet in length sank slowly into the
ground nnd revealed threo stono steps,
which we mounted and stood in a room
of, I judge, 1") feet square. I nearly
fainted. Tho don drew from his pocket
a flask of brandy. Wo took a swallow
each, and it revived us.
There, extended on two sides of this
room wero marble slabs, somo 6
feet wide and elevated on a stone
foundation about four feet from the
floor. On theso slabs and sido by side
lay long objects. I held my lantern
close. Thoy wero evidently bundles of
some kind. Cloth or canvas was wrap- j vis—vision. Chanson will be swal—
ed, and back in tho library.
The clock struck 2. Tho don was
very pale.
"Here, Claud, aro tho keys. I never
desire to see them again. You have ob-served
all."
"I have ol served all and can scarcely
believe what I have seen, but God grant
that it may bo yet many years before
you are laid with your ancestors bo-low."
"Promise me, Claud, to fulfill my
wishes."
"I promise." I replied.
"Well, a glass of brandy and good
night, or rather good morning, and
don't forget your promise."
I went to the floor above to my sleep-ing
wife and boy.
CHAPTER m.
I awoke in tho morning with a start.
Somo ono was knocking wildly. I leap-ed
out of bed and rushed to the door.
It was Pedro. Tho old man was trem-bling
violently, and his features were
pallid.
"Don Ignace! Don Ignace!" he ex-claimed.
I rushed past him, down the stairs
and to the don's room. It was tenant-less,
nor had his couch been occupied.
1 hastened to tho library. Sitting in
his armchair near his desk was Don Ig-nace.
His head lay back against tho
cushion of the chair. His eyes were
wide open.
"Don Ignace! Don Ignace!"
He moved not. I raised his hand.
It was warm, but fell helpless when I
let it go. Ho was breathing heavily,
but could not speak. I poured a glass
of brandy and with great difficulty got
a portion down his throat. I was chaf-ing
his hands and trying to arouse him
when—"Grandpa! grandpa!" and my
dear wife was on her knees beside him.
Those hands that ever had for her a
caress did not move, though the eyes
rested lovingly upon her. Sho kissed
his pale lips, but ho for a time nth red
no sound, but glanced from Coreta to
me, then ba<ll to her. Finally his
breast heaved, great' drops of SWi ;it
stood out on his brow and from bi tween
his lips came the words," Boy, my
I flew up the stairs and snatched little
Ignace from his slumbers, back again
aud laid him across the old man's kn.es.
His i ed In de\ cilll him.
"Grandpa, grandpa, lisped my dar
ling boy.
Then camo the words, half tnartlcn
late:"My children, it is paralysis. God
bless—remember, Claud; it's there
And his eyes wero directed to the
desk. Thero was a written sheet direct
ed to me. I raised it from the desk
His eyes followed my hand.
"Yes, leave Chanson. 1 have seen a
ton, shoved back tho Tevers, closed
wall and left the vault forever.
Up tho ladder, tho last of the jewels
about my person, tho lantern in my
hand, 1 shoved back this last lever.
The iron sheet closed to with a clang.
Going through the armory, 1 took a last
look at the somber array of old time
weapons on tho wall—weapons that had
taken human life. As I reached the
door two sabers fell to tho floor. The
rust on the blades, to my fancy, looked
liko human gore. Ono of them rolled
over twice. What caused it? "Ha,
ba, ha, ha I Tho last of tho De Flore-mos!"
Did I hear thoso words? 1
glanced around. The weapons on the
walls seemed swinging to and fro. A
large glass decanter fell from the side-board
and broke into dozens of pieces.
"Ha, ha. ha, ha! Tho last of Chan-son!"
Was I paralyzed? 1 managed
to insert tho key in tho look. Were the
flags above my head waving from the
wall ? Surely somo ono was pounding
on the iron plato 1 had just closed.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! Robber, robber,
robber! The pirates'curse! Tho pirates'
curse! Take it! Take it!"
Thank God. tho key was turned. 1
passed out with a ihuddi r. locked the
door and was soon in our room.
"Oh, Claud, dearest, do not leave me
again! But what ails you? You are
trembling liko a leaf and are, oh, so
white!"
"Nothing, dear. I have but fulfilled
a part of tho don's last wish. Tomor-row
we will fulfill the rest. Wo will
leave the island. It was his wish, dear-est.
Do you regret to go?"
"What was his wish, Claud, and is
yours is mine. Thero is little to re-main
for now."
"True, darling; thero is nothing but
tho remains of our dear old friend."
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ped around them, and they had been
wrapped with care. Of some of them
there was evidently little substance left,
as tho packages wero almost flat.
"My ancestors," said the don. "No
coffin even confined their limbs. Each,
wrapped in oiled silk and canvas, has
there been laid at rest, father and son,
for generations back, except such as
lie beneath tho ocean waves. This one,
the last in this row, was my father.
Each of these frames was once master
of Chanson and a pirate chief. The
women of the race- all lie in the ceme-tery
at Coquombo, as does my own son.
I desire to bo tho last of my roco to be
laid here. When I die, place mo here,
next my father. Pedro will assist you.
Ho knows whero tho oiled silk and can-vas
can bo found. Now for the treas-ures.
"
He stepped to the end of tho room, and
from underneath tho marblo slab pulled
out another lever. A slab sank from
tho side of tho wall and disclosed a
small space of 0-feet in length and | r-haps
3 deep. There on tho floor stood
a brass or iron botina oox, and on it lay
a form similar to those on tho marblo
slabs.
"Old Martell," said tho don. "Let
ns remove him."
We each seized one end of the bun-dle.
A handful of rotten canvas; not h-ing
more. I set down my lantern and
took hold with both hands. Tho can-vas
and silk camo away, and tho dry
bones of old Martell rolled from the cas-ket,
rattling as they struck tho stone
floor. Tho vertebra snapped asunder,
apd thojjrinning head of the silentsen-afra.
C. II. Tltua
a Every Dose Helps Me
swallowed up by the waters that sur-round
it."
He made ono effort to raise his feeble
frame and sank deeper in the chair. A
gasp, and Don Ignaco had joined his
ancestors. I boro my weeping wifoand
little Ignace from tho room.
"Coreta, darling, wo must bear up
under this great bereavement."
"Oh, Claud! Claud 1 Now 1 have
only you and our boy."
The written instrument left by the
don was as follows r
DEAR CLAUD—When you have laid my re-mains
in the vault, do not delay, but lcaro the
Island nt once. If not. I I re inlile for your safe-ty.
Do not permit Coreta to visit the vault. I
want no priest. Bead the simple burial a
over my remains, and yon and Pedro, Juan
and Manuel can lay me in i in- vault. I feel
that my lime is short, Qoodby. God bless
you. Coreta and my hoy.
IasACE DE FLOREMO.
Pedro was heartbroken, for he had
spent a lifetime in tho service of the
don. The day after his death wo pre-pared
his body for its last resting place.
My wife, with little Ignace, had tak-en
a ll 1 li ' at the features of the
de id. I . id be simple English burial
service over him In thi ;
that of the servants, and that night we
bore the body of Don Ignaco down into
the vault and laid him beside his father.
Horror waa depicted on tho features
of Manuel and Juan. Pedro was one
who would have been snrpri.sed at noth-ing.
After they had retired I was hours
bearing the contents of tho casket over
which Martell had so long held guard
up to our room. I had to return many
times, but at hist I had emptied it. On
the empty casket J replaced the skele-
Wlien I take Hood's Sarsaparllla, nnd I think It
the best medicine (or Hie blood. My six-year-old
boy bail sores on ills feet, caused I y Pel-
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he could nut weir Ins simes. A weak after
I began giving him Hood's Barsaparllja the
sores began to heal iipnnd disappear, and When
he had taken two bottles fie was entirely
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