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Also a, flue lot of p u r e J u n i p e r Leaf D i s t i l l e d Gin, for m e d i c a l p u r p o s e s , t h e finest Gin now in use. Also a n e w l o t of Mishler's Genuine H e r b B i t t e r s , n o n a l c o h o l i c , f o r dyspepsia, AuewlOLOf G r a p e M i l k . a r e f r e s h i n g d r i n k. : i o n - a l c o h o l i c . Also a f r e s h l o t of the u n e q u a l l e d Y^neling Ale, Rieker Beer, V i n e m o n t p u r e W i n e s , sweet a n d sour, a nd New YorkjOyst s r s . Meals a t a l l h o u r s i n t he R e s t a u r a n t . CHICKENS AITD WAFFLKS i m r SUNDAY FOB SUPPER, J. P. STURGIS, Prop'r. VINDICATED. rnOBACCO BUYERS' BOOKS r e a d y for use X can be had a t t h e Record Office a t all t i m e s . Also t h e best q u a l i t y of tobacco P a c k e r s ' S a m p l e T a g s , r e a d y p r i n t e d. Tho village of Grindelwald was in a state" of great excitement over the disappearance of M. Rudolph Schuchmann, the wealthy banker from Germany, who for the past three years had spent tho month of July at the Hotel of the Grande Moine. OpinMns among the population scattered between the Two Scheidecks widely differed in re-gard to the manner of his disappearance, some attributing it to a crime, others to a simple accident. On the 2d of August, 18—, the day of the inquest into the details of the affair, a troop of Grindelwald guides, bronzed and seamed by tho toil of the daily struggle, gathered upon the Place before the village town hall. Admitted to tho audience room at last, they seated themselves with solemn visages upon the benches provided for the pui'po;e and, silent, stern and impassible, waited for the inquiry to begin Only the agitated movement of the hat brims, twirl-ing like wheels between their fingers, told of tho fierce though restrained excitement of these bravo and gallant men. "Ulric Tagmer!" cried the Syndic of the village, when assured by roll call that the complement of the troop was complete; "we are waiting for your deposition, " and ho signed to a pale, gigantic figure, stand-ing with humble deference in the corner by tho door. Tho man addressed advanced to the table with halting, uncertain steps. "We started from tho Hotel of tho Grande Moine, ' ' he began, ' 'at 5 o'clock in the morniig on Monday last, intending to sleep that night at tho rock of the Schwar-eegg, and tho following day to mount to the Peak of Terror. I didn't think that we should be able to make" the 'ascent, but dared not refuse on account of my pride as a guide. "Moreover, M. Schuch, the name by which he is known to all on tho mountain, had promised mo fifty thalers for tho trip, whether wo succeeded or failed. For three hours we climbed without trouble up the side of the Lower Glacier. M. Schuch was in a very cheerful humor and frequently •aid to mo: " 'Why, this is nothing at all, Ulric; I'd have done as well without you. ' " 'No, M. Schuch,' I answered; 'no, you would not;' ho laughed when I called his name in this way, but said nothing more, for the ascent was becoming painful and we had great difficulty in broa _ing. "Soon after we had passed the Zazenberg I noticed that M. Schuch had left the path-way which had cut into the side of tlie ice and was climbing the glacier some distance ahead of me. " 'Don't trust yourself over there,' I shouted, as I saw where ho was going; ' 'the ice is rotten. Come back and walk behind me." " 'Let ma alone, Ulric,' he answoied; 'let mo alone; I am going to examine that roe': of red snow. ' "It was then the misfortune happened." At.this point the guide, until now deliver-ing his statement with the manner »of a well conned lesson, hesitated; his voice, which had trembled more, failed him alto-gether. "Go on; go on," cried the Syndic im-patiently; "proceed with the recital." "It was doubtless a bridge of ne*v ice upon which M. Schuch had stepped, " con-tinued Ulric, conquering his emotion with difficulty ; ' 'but I do not know, I hoard a cracking noise, a smothered cry, and then M. Schuch was gone. " "Then ho was not attached to you, as usual," oried tho Syndic; "how could you commit such an imprudence, you, an old and sxperienced guide?' ' "It was not my fault," began. Ulric, abashed; "as he did not wish it. " As Tag-mer made this statement a sudden exclama-tion buret from tho bench of guides. "Sea here, you others," cried Ulric, fiercely, turning upon his comrades; "you know very well how such things happen. When I tried to put tho rope around M. Schuch's waist he repulsed and pushed ma away, saying, 'You are not going to bother me with your stupid ways.' What more could I do? Is a guido to be worse than a slave?" Eenowed murmurs and gestures of disap-proval protested against Tagmer's words. "Your comrades are right," interrupted the Syndic "and tho impression made upon them by your words will be shared by every man of sense. Your own report, granting it to bo true, has already injured your reputation as a guide. But what did you do after, tho accident?" "I do not know; I cannot remember," Btammered Tagmer; then perceiving the hostile whisperings of the troop behind him, and cut to the quick by the Syndic's unfriendly looks, he tried again to collect his thoughts. " I think," said he, "I think that I ran at once to tho edge of the crevasse, and leaning my ifead over it listened for a sound from M, Schuch," but all \vas dark, black and icy, and roared like water in a mill. Thon I called, perhaps a thousand times, 'M. Schuchmann, M. Schuchmann!' I heard my voice descending and descend-ing, but nothing came back, nothing I" ' 'How long did yoa remain thus?' ' "I do not know," muttered Ulric, de-spairingly. "Well, everybody knows that it was two whole days bsfore yoji again made your appearance at tho Grande Moine. Why didn't you inform the authorities sooner?" "I was ashamed, ashamed to show; my «»face. Only think, M. le Syndic,; what it is to a guido when he has to return without his traveler!" And this time his comrades supported what he said; it was a terrible position, as more than one of them knew. "But why was it, Tagmer," continued the Syndic, "that day before yesterday you wero unable to point out the place where the accident occurred, though four of your comrades had gone with you for the express purpose o'f proving your story true?" "It has snowed since then, and I couldn't recognize tho crovasso; it was impossible, M. le Syndic, among so many exactly like it." "Then Tagmer, tho gravity of your case is very great, for you are accused of having killed the banker, of having robbed him, . and of throwing the body into somo of t«je depths around you to conceal tho crime, and M. Schuchmann was known to have carried about him large sums of money. Why did you arrange to go with him alone on so dangerous ail expédition?" Tagmer was overwhelmed. Tho breath came from his chest in gasps, like the part-ing of a wounded animal. "I only wished," ho stammored, "if the chance was given us, to bo the first giïide who had over climbed to tho Peak of Ter-ror. " "Then it was by your desire that the ex-pedition war; undertaken alono. Your own account of tho accident locates it at 10 or 11 o'clock on Tuesday morning, yet not until Thursday, at 0 in tho evening, did you arrive in tho village, bowildered, inco-herent au-1 giving such strange and conflict-ing statements of tho aiïair that wo were forced either to suspect you of a crima^pr of bsing a ravin;» maniac. Stop, don't in-terrupt raV when Tagmer would have spoken. "waii and hoar mo to tho end. On the «înr ,%r oi-o your departure from the village you asked for, and I gave It to you, a certificate of poverty for thé bureau of the canton." "The presence of money In your dwell-ing, Tagmer, after what I have just re-lated, " continued the Syndic, "must be ex-plained." As these damaging revelations followed one upon the other, a prolonged uproar broke out among the troop of guides. The •T-arninatinn for » while could not nroceed. Stunned by tho evidence aganist him, Ulric Tagmer answered not a word, but silent as stone stood beside the table. Tho Syndic was obliged to repeat his question. " I live upon the road to tho Lower Gla-cier, '' Ulric answered at last, his voice hoarse and broken with emotion; "people fre-quently stop at my hut for ropes and hatch-ets. One day M. Schuchmann, in pity for our poverty and our misery, gave a hand-ful of gold to my wife. She buried it, for our door doesn't latch, and wo are always from homo." "They tell me," said the Syndic, "that your destitution is caused by th6 extrava-gance with which you have gratified her whims. Do you know what else they say?" ""No," responded Ulric, in a voice sud-denly become firm and clear; "I do not." "They say this—that the beauty of the woman whom you call your ' wife "had in-flamed the fancy of this wealthy banker, and that because of it he has returned every summer for the last three years to the frozen regions of tho glaciers. His liberality to the woman, to which you have just testi-fied, goes far toward substantiating the truth of this gossip. Perhaps you have thought the same and meant to rid yourself of a rival as well as to'seeuro the needed re-sources." Submissive, speechless and resigned, Ulric Tagmer had listened to the evidence against him, but now a sudden flame of anger leaped into his eyes; he beat his fist upon the table and hissed the words at his accuser with the rage of one who has suffered long without revolting. "Let them eome to me," ho shouted; ' 'those inventors of blackguard lies. Maria Muller in the sight of God is my wife. She is a bvavo woman; I love her; I defend her against all who would insult her. Bring them before me, I tell you; bring them be-fore me—those liars who hide their heads like hogs in their own filth. The Syndic did not respond to this pas-sionate explosion. Ulric was compelled to give up his certificate and even his little leather portfolio, its many pages crossed and recrossed with the names of those he had faithfully conducted in that land of the sky; but as his ancient comrades in going from tho room passed him by with averted heads and unrelenting visages an ominous silence fell upon the assembled villagers, each one asking himself anxiously: "Is it justic•e only *th at ha*s been* done t*o -day»? " When the shadows of evening fell upon the village, and the roads of tho neighbor-hood were all deserted, Ulric Tagmer fled from the town hall and walked with furtive steps through the inhabited quarters of the village. For more than an hour he fol-lowed closely the rounded l>owlders which marked the bed of the brook, turning sharp to the left when the clearing was reached to find himself upon tho threshold of a miser-able hut crouched at the foot of the Lower Glacier. To enter there was truly no need to turn the lock of the door. A woman of tall and commanding stature leaned against the door frame, her face buried in her folded arms. At the noise which Ulric made in stopping upon the stones she raised her head. "Well," she cried, with an eager move-ment, "well, is it ended?" "It is ended," he answered, with a burst of tears; "ended I" and ho threw himself upon tho ground at the feet of Maria Mul-ler. Little by little, sitting side by side on the wretched pallet which formed their bed, he told her of all that had happened at the au-dience hall, and from time to time, as the story proceeded, he would rave and beat himself upon the floor with the inextin-guishable rage of a maddened wild beast, sometimes sobbing, sometimes laughing, in a fury of helpless anger. After tho first eager question, Maria Muller did not speak, but when the agony of- her husband required a recognition she would lightly touch him with her tender, silent lips, reassuring him by the eloquence of that mute but univer-sal language. * • * * • * It had been perhaps thirty years since the disappearance of Rudolph Schuchmann into the crevasse of the Peak of Terror—thirty years of brief and pallid summers and bit-ter, frozen winters—when an extraordinary rumor spread through tho valley. The Lower Glacier had begun to move and was descending' straight upon the hut of Ulric Tagmer. There was no longer a possibility of doubting it when examination was made into the. condition of things immediately surrounding it. "'Tis the power of God—the hand of jus-tice!" cried the frightened villagers, not yet enlightened by scientific research into the causo of this natural phenomenon. Tagmer himself had been the first to recognize the peril which menaced him, and only a day ago he had seen a grove of sturdy larches slowly swallowed by the moving glacier, and a moment later a white and monstrous pyramid of ice and snow standing in tha place where the trees had been. Often in the dead of night he would be wakened from his slumber by the crash of a falling trunk, toppled from its foothold by the pressure of the glacier. Little by lit-tle the heavy mass of this solid torrent took from Tagmer his grove of walnuts, and piece by piece, as the years slipped by, the wholo of his meager pasturage. At last, for want of food for the herd, the almost maddened man was forced to part with his goats, and with every resource ex-hausted, to move to a corner of the higher Alps and seek again to make a livelihood by floating logs from the Iiutzchine Noir in the direction of Interlaken. After long periods of stagnation, when it would seem as if, repenting of its course, tho glacier intended to be still, it would re-sume the onward march, the constant changes in its extremities obliging even the troops of guides to make a route for them-selves that turned aside all human passage from tho former hut of Tagmer. In the spring of 18— great blocks of ice, exhaling an intense cold, had advanced to within twenty feet of the walls of this aban-doned hut. At this epoch Maria Muller died in the hut upon the higher Alps. For thirty-six hours after his bereavement Ulrio Tagmer never moved. When he regained his senses ho lifted the body in his arms, carried it to tho mountain cemetery and'by tho light of tho moon buried his beloved in a solitary corner covered with field flowers and poppies. No one in the neighborhood asked for the' unhappy woman, and per-haps all were ignorant of her death. But, now that Maria was no longer there to do it for him, Ulric found himself, in order to procure the necessities of life, com-pelled to approach again the abode of man. * « if # $ $ The village of Grindelwald had greatly altered and improved, with the recent opening of roads and the building of new houses, but Ulric remembered it well. Only he, tho miserable vagabond, the homeless exile, had grown GO old, co changed, no one recognized him. Forty years had come and gone since last his feet had touched the stones of a village, street, and two genera-tions had passed away. Once in a long while, in tho gossip of a wino shop, Tagmer would hear a casual refercnco to tho almost forgotten; story of Schuchmann's disappear-ance, but happily his morose and taciturn manner forbade them questioning him. To this third generation, frolicking in the (irindelwald highways, Tagmer was but a witless, ago ridden wanderer. Emboldened by the knowledge that he still remained unrecognized, l^gmer dared more and more to mingle with tho people of the village, and, listening silently to the careless chattering, learned that, with tho exception of one other person besides himself, all the actors in tho tragedy of his life had long been numbered with tho dead. That person was the former Syndic of the village, and one day, while passing along bafnra ln's /]wAiling. Ulric was alarmed to see tue wan and austere face ol this feeble centenarian peeping above the balcony rail-ing; he dreaded to be recognized. In the meantime, however, the progres-sion of the glacier continued. Upon the plot of land where the first peaks slided and lingeringly melted away, others higher and broader had risen in their places, and in their turn melted away also, but with every step gaining additional foothold for the glacier itself upon the narrow strip of land between the valley and tho higher Alps. It Kad taken the invader twenty tedious springs to reach its present halting place, the jagged points of its spreading flanks jostling the very foundation of Tagmer's ruined hut, to which, the only home that he knew, he had long sinca returned. Ninety years, fifty 6f them passed in absolute misery, had martyrized the body of this man, rounding his shoulders, robbing his head of hair and seaming his flesh with wrinkles. He hailed with relief the stroke of the moraine as it knocked at his pillow—his time of suffering was nearly ended; in a little while the over-thrown walls of his humble homestead would be turned into the walls of his sepul-cher. But as weeks rolled by the state of things was singularly modified. The glacier had stopped again . and its base and snow crowned pinnacles were rapidly melting under* the p*ower*ful tem* pera*ture o*f July. One morning, about a month after the glacier had stopped again, Ulric Tagmer left his hut and ran like one distracted in tho direction of Grindelwald, crying as he went: "M. Schuch has returned! M. Schuch has returned 1'' His legs, enfeebled and stiff with age, stumbled and bruised him at every step, but what did he care for that when M. Schuch had como back again? A band of excursionists waiting upon their mules in front of the Grande Moine, now kept by the grandson of the former Moeren, crowded curiously about him as he ran into their midst, but Ulric, truly a grotesque object with his weeping eyes, his bristling beard and his laughing mouth, refused to be stayed. "M. Schuch has come back," he cried. "M. Schuch is waiting!" And the people, gathering in knots upon the street, asked each other wonderingly: "Who is this M. Schuch whose coming has driven the old man crazy?" Still running, still heedless of the throng at his heels, Tagmer directed his steps towards a cottage of neat and comfortable appearance standing to the right of the green. "M. le Syndic," he shouted, pounding upon the door, "M. le Syndic, come down, I say; M. Schuch is here! M. Schuch is wait-ing!" They trie! to silence him by telling him that tho Syndic had retired and no longer exercised the duties of his office, but Ulric refused to listen, "He is my Syndic all the same," he an-swered stubbornly; "my own Syndic, and I tell you that I must and will see him." At this moment a door above.them opened and a venerable figure appeared upon'toe balcony. "Good day, M. le Syndic, good day," cried Ulric joyously. "I am Tagmer, you know, Ulric Tagmer; but M. le Syndic, M. Schuch has returned. You must go with mo and at on co to receive him.'' The ancient functionary recalled his memories—a melancholy gracs returned to his manner. "I remember tho names," he sighed, "and I recall the time; nevertheless I do not understand you.'' "But I will explain to you, M. le Syndic, explain to you in a minute. Tho base of the Lower Glacier i3 melting, and M. Schuch— you remember him, do you not?—the banker who was last with me, Ulric Tagmer, the guide!" "I know, I know," gravely responded tho Syndic. "He has drifted in his crevasse over to my door; his head is uncovered I know it well; ho is not changed at all; but /un, M. Syndic, run it is necessary''—and Ulric dropped upon his knees and lifted his poor imploring hands. Terribly shaken by this incredible intelli-gence, tho old citizen still hesitated. "Tagmer—Schuch," he dreamily re-peated—" I know tho names; I know them Well, but what have I to do with those ghosts of a forgotten time?" All at once tho details of tha story re-turned to the Syndic's memory. "I see," ho cried; "I see—I see—wait for me. I am coming;" and repulsing tho ser-vant who would have sustained his totter-ing footsteps he seized his ancient hat and apple headed ¡"taff and hurried to the street. "Guide me," he cried, as ho stepped to Urlic's side; "guide me—I am ready." "Certainly I will guide you, certainly, monsieur, and guide you well; and a tri-umphant smile brightened the worn face as again the familiar formula slipped from his lips—the formula that once it had been tho pride of his life to utter, and that now, to himself at least, contained a public vindica-tion. "But hurry, M. le Syndic, hurry" and, motioning to tho other to follow him, the old guido turned, and with the throng of villagers marveling at his heels passed into the road to the Lower Glacier. A half hour later the spot was reached, that desolate, ruined and forgotten hut of the outcast, Tagmer, and thsre before them, in the midst of the soiled ribbons and whiten-ing folds of a wadded cap, the head and face of a man appeared, fresh, rosy and un-changed in its framing of ice. The cold which had prevented decomposition had also preserved the youth of the features, even the golden coloring of the long blonde whiskers still flowing from tho chin. Seizing his axe and brandishing it fu-riously, Tagmer speedily disengaged, the entire body lying in its crevasse at tho base of the glacier, as if stretched in a crystal cofBn. "See, M. le Syndic, see," he cried; "M. Schuch is here I Search his pockets; search them yourself—you alone and no one olsel" Overpowered in his turn by the guide's insistency, the Syndic obeyed, and the throng of villagers, beginning at last to comprehend the scene, saw his knotted Hngers thrust themselves with difficulty into the openings of the frozen cloth and draw forth successively a bunch of keys, a hand-ful of gold and a watch, the "R. S." en-graved upon the case incontestably estab- The boat did not hit him with a shock, but was carried against him with a sort of cur-rent. We were square across his nose, and could not have even seen his eyes, even had it been daylight and a clear day. His big head towered above us like a ship's side, and the odor was something to make us gasp and choke. The boat hung across his nose for a minute or more, and then the swell worked the bow around, and wo drifted right alongside the fellow his entire length, rubbing him all the time, but not arousing him. It was only when we were clear of his flukes that we dared to breathe. Had he opened his mouth as we lay against his nose we should have been sucked in like a chip in a mill race. Had he given his under jaw a fling he could havo smashed the boat like an egg shell, and left those of lis who escaped injury to be eaten by the Sharks. After escaping this whale we got into clear water again and had a consultation. There were men in our boat much older than the mate, and he had the good sense to consult them. You may have read of how easily whales are "gallied" or frightened, and have wondered that we didn't sound somo alarm to scare them off. Firstly,, in reply to this, the whales had not yet seen us, and if we made a noise they might take it into their heads to investigate. Whales have attacked ships and boats and rafts without the slightest provocation. Sec-ondlv. our safetv would denend on how they went away it alarmed, ii t:\i f with a rush, as was likely, some one of them would run us down. If they sounded, as was also likely, it was hardly possible that we could escape tho swing of som3 fellow's flukes, or ride out the turmoil which they would kick up. It was, therefore, decided to remain as we were, and the oars were care-fully drawn on board, and the mate used a paddle over the stern to keep tho boat from drifting about. She was headed on to what sea there was, and was, of course, driving astern all the time. It was hardly ten minutes before we drifted plump against a third whale, striking him near ths hump. He slewed himseli,part way round in a lazy manner, and the boat went clear of him, every man feeling that he was over a pow-der magazine. The night had now come on, and just after we got clear of the whale the breeze began to sharpen up and to drive through the fog. It did not seem to take five minutes to scatter it, and as the rem-nants were whirling about us the mate lighted the lantern and passed it along to the bows. What became of the school of whales is more than any of us could t e l l - that is, while we suddenly found them gone, no man had heard so much as the' move of a fin. Whether it was some sound from the boat, the sight of our light or the knowledge that a gale was piping up that sent the leviathans so softly away can only be guessed at, but wo were a thankful lot of men to be rid of »hem. The rule on board of a whaler is to keep every boat pro-vided with a breaker of water, a compass, lantern, signal flags, a quantity of eatables, a flask of whisky, and some rockets and candles, for signaling at night. This rule is supposed to be invariable, and I have seen a mate broken and disgraced because his boat was found short of her outfit. We now began overhauling for our rockets and c indies, but not one was to be found. The lamp in the lantern began to burn dimly, and we scfon found that we had no can of spare oil. We were all right on the other things, but just what we wero short of might cost us our lives. By that time the ship had certainly passed us and gone to the west in her search for the boat, and even while we were figuring this out she sent up two rockets and burned red fire to give us her location. She was about four miles to windward, having worked past us during the fog. A couple of rockets to answer her would have got us aboard within an hour, but even as we cursed the luck which had deprived us of them the light in tho lantern died away, and our last hope was gone. "Well, lads," called the mate, as he slewed the boat's head three or four points, ' 'it may take a little longer, but we'll get aboard in duo time. The old ship won't desert us, and as long as she throws up sig-nals we shall know which way to pull. Now, out with the oars, and give us a chorus to go home on.'' It will seem to you that if our ship was only three or four miles to windward, and malting short boards from north to south to cover a track not more than a mile wide, and all the time sending up signals, it wouldn't be much of. a feat to intercept her. Two things rendered the case doubt-ful. The breeze was coming up so strong and the waves running so ugly that we must soon lie to with a drag or be swamped. The captain would be on the watch for our sig-nals, and getting none in reply would ex-tend his search, thus widening the distance. After midnight he would almost be justified in believing our boat lost. Each man rea-soned it out in about this way for Isimsolf as he pulled at his oar, and no one was sur-prised when Mr. Converse began to pre-pare a drag. After it. was veered overboard and the boat trimmed she took less water, but a little bailing had to be done all the time, and not one of us had a dry thread to his back. A bite of food was again served out, and the men were told to make themselves as comfortable as they could, but with the spray flying over us, the boat climbing and falling and lurching, and the feeling that we might be cut off from the ship altogether, no one closed his eyes through the long night. Three times, at long intervals, we caught the signals thrown out for us. The last time the ship was not over a mile away, and as the red fire burned up we could make out hull and mast and sails. She was still to windward, and our voices would not have reached her, nor did we dare change our position. Luck was, however, with poor Jack for once, and a strange piece of luck you will call it. As daylight came, the ship was so far to the west of us that she was only a speck on the sky and water, but the gale moderated, the wind shifted to another quarter and helped flatten the waves, and at . sun up, just after breakfast had been served and the flask of spirits had been passed, a whale rose and spouted within a cable's length of us. Every man yelled out in choius, for every eye saw a harpoon sticking fast in his hump, and every one knew the fish to be the same which we had struck tho day before. It wasn't ten minutes before we had a fresh iron into him, and were looking for another shindy, but. he sort o' humped himself together, rolled over twice, and lay right there and let tho mate churn him with the lance until the bloo3 was spouting ten feet high. He was dead in ten minutes, with only a flap or two of his flukes, and when he floated fin out, we anchored to him, set our signal of "dead whale," and were lying there as snug as you please when the ship picked us up at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. There wer^ two old Yankee harpoons in the whale, and he had an excrescence on his under jaw weigh-ing more than twenty pounds. It was in a raw and bloody state, and was, doubtless tho result of some injury. While he had tho strength to run he had no inclination to fight. He cut in 192 barrels of oil, and it was only after wo began operations on him that wo found our cut line, which measured about 250. feet, coiled three or four times around his body so tightly that it was sink-ing out of sight in his flesh.—New York Sun. Aboye all Reward, A handsomely dressed man, wear-ing kid gloves and a plug hat, entered a bank, and, upon being shown to the president's room, said: " I will take up but little of your time, sir.. I want some money, not much, but just what you are willing to give." " Give ! " gasped the president. " Yes. You see that I could dress in rags, get an organ, and sit on your steps, but I propose to be more of a gentleman. I know that a gentleman is nearly always welcome, while the groans of an organ are always an-noying. The president arose, wiped a tear of gratitude from his eye, pressed ten dollars into his visitor's hand and said ; "Your gentlemanly consideration is above all-earthly reward. You have set a glorious example to your contemporaries and—but I cannot say more." —Itch and scratches of every kind cured in 30 minutes by Woolford's Sanitary Lotion. Use no other. This never fails. Sold at tho Lititz drug store lititz, Pa. 8oc6 State Items. Two little sons of Wit. McCreary, near Li.umJie, were playing with powder near the stoye. when an explo-sion or the flask followed. Both boys were badly burned. John L. Hoy, proprietor of the hotel at Va'ley Forge, was thrown out of his carriage by colliding with a lime cart and was thrown 40 feet. His breast bone was crushed and he is now in"a dangerous condition. Jackson & Hodgson, clothiers who failed at Oxford, have lial>iiiti<s of $24,500, assets $16,000. Wm. J. Haldeman and Miss Emma Kredell, both of Pinegrove, were married by Judge Green, at the Mer-chants' hotel, Pottsville. Michael Kane, of Ashland, was committed to jail on the charge of wife beating. Thomas Dee, of Shenandoah, was committed to jail,on the chorge of robbing the store of Elhier Johnson. Harry Rey nolds alias " Bunco Harry," is alleged to have fleeced John Lehr, a Chestnut Hill, Lancast-er county, farmer out of $250 and was held for trial. William H. Kern, 30 years old, dropped dead in AUentown of heart; disease. The Knights of Labor talk about erecting a shoe factory and pottery in Pottstown, the plants to cost about $100,000. - Michael Connelly is a car inspector for the B. & O. R. R. Co. in Philadel-phia. He fell in love with Miss Annie May Tay.lor, aged 18, of Con-shohocken. They went to Philadel-phia to get married, but the ceremony could not be performed because, it was alleged, Annie had not reached the proper age. Mrs. Taylor subsequently had her daughter's lover arrested for abduction, but 'Squire Haywood, oi Conshohocken, dismissed the case. Miss Taylor says she will get there if she has to go to Camden. No Ijon^er Rivals. The Reading and the Pennsylvania railroads have both discontinued the sale of thousand mile coupon ticket hooks, and another evidence is given of the compact between the two com-panies, as now managed, to get all they can out of their traffic. The Reading company is yet nominally under the management of the receivers, but really the control has been passed to the officers of the road, who have been chosen by the reconstruction trustees. Lately when Mr. Gowen was president he held an office with-out power ; Mr. Corbin, who succeeds him, finds all the power reposed in his office. He and his general manager manifestly administer the road with-out hindrance from the receivers, of whom Mr. Corbin is one, and to all intents and purposes the majority. The new administration has entered into an offensive and defensive alliance with the Pennsylvania railroad and has reversed the entire policy which has hitherto controlled it. It has de-clined, alliance with the Baltimore & Ohio, and shuts that company off from au entrance into New York, which was the inducement for the building of its new line to Philadelphia. Being thus blocked, it is now said that the Baltimore & Ohio will throw up the sponge and transfer itself into the hands of its old enemies, as the Reading has already done. It is clear at least that Pennsylvania no longer has two great railroads rivaling each other in seeking busi-ness, but that the Reading and Pennsylvania have agreed to lie down together to comfortable feeding upon the public Carcass. The abolition of the mileage ticket is a significant indi-cation of this. Three cents a mile is to be exacted from all railroad passengers in this state, though in New York, for many years, two cents a mile has been the charge. Those passengers who used the railroad sufficiently to travel a thousand miles in a year, have been 'able to get their transportation at two cents a mile by buying a thousand miles at once This is the concession that has been taken away by the agreement of the companies. It has not been done in obedience to the inter-state com-merce law, which does not at all apply, but is expressly restricted from appli-cation " to the issuance of mileage excursion commutation passenger tick-ets." It has been done solely iu the interest of the revenues of the roads.— Intelligencer. 8T. ELMO HOTEL, KOS. 3 1 7 a n d 319 A.reh street, Philadelphia.—Bates re-duced to $2 per day. The traveling public will s t i l l And at this hotel tne same liberal provision for their come fort. It is Ideated in the immediate centres of business, and places of amus-mentand the different railroad depots, as well as all parts of the city, are easily accessible by street cars con-s t a n t l y passing the doors. It offer special inducements to those visiting t h e city for business or pleasure. Your patronage is respectfully solicted. JOSEPH M. FEGER, oc71y- fcPropr. News Items.- ' 0 \ «• 200 Chniamen were arrested for gambling, in Philadelphia o i S n-dav right. Jrck Harrity, aged 50 years, was run ( ver by the cars at Maueh Chunk and instantly killed. Several coal cars were wieclced in a collision on the Lehigh and Susque-hanna Railroad near Miuch Chunk on Saturday. The freight cars on the Philadelphia and Reading Railroad have recently been repeatedly robbed between Phila-delphia and Reading. Two miners named McGlone and McMasters were badly injured at Mount Pleasan', W> s iroreland county by an explosion of gas. John E. Moser, aged 19 y»ai>, an employe of the Bethjehem Iron Gun - pany, was struck by a hoist and had his neck dislocated and both legs broken. Emanuel Naile, the 10-year old son of David Naile, while ero-siug the railroad track at Hunting ! >u last night had his foot caught in a frog and was run over and killed by an ap-proaching train. Citizens of Easton have petitioned the officials of the Jersey Central Rail-road to rescind the order compelling the crew of freight trains on that road to take them through to Jersey City without change of crews. Anthony Gallagher, Tea lerof a gang of Pittsburg thieves and 'footpads, was being taken to the county work-house under a two and one-half years sentence, when he jumped fivm a rapidly moving train and made good his escape. The clock making industry of Connecticut which has su-pplied such a large portion of the world with time-pieces, was started a century ago by Abiel Pease, who whittled out his firet clock with a jackkniie. A workman at the Carson mint has discovered that, drill points heated to a cherry red and tempered by being driven into a bar of' lead, will bore through the hardest steel or plate glass without perceptibly blunting, A party of Russians caught in a blizzard ill one of the new counties on the Missouri river, in Dakota, used their sleds for fires, and for three days feasted on mule meat,»their only pro-vision. A rooster of Griffin, Ga., tried to cross the railroad track in front of a moving train, but he started too late, and the engine and 20 cars passed over him. After they had passed the cock stepped proudly from the track, gave 3 defiant crows, and walked away. A despatch from Algeria announces the death of the greatest lion slayer that the worid'has ever seen, Ahmed-ben- Ahmar, who was last year made a knight oi the Legion of Honor. He killed 80 lions and as many panthers from the time he learned to shoot until his departure for the happy hunting grounds. Some of his neighbors found a miser living in a wretched hut near Howell Micb. nearly dead from a lack of pro-per food. They put him to bed, cared for him, and then took some of his hoard-ed dollars and bought him new furni-ture, new clothes, and good food. Members of the Women's Christian Temperance union of Moorestown, N. J., told a saloon keeper that if he would sign the pledge they would buy his stock of liquors at the market price. He took them at their word, and the fire water was all poured into the gutter. Hank Hewitt, an old-timer in Arizona, went into a store in Tueson a few days since, and after purchasing a vest ordered his old one thrown away, but soon remembered that he hid left $280 in one of the pockets. He succeeded in finding $260 of the amount. A disastrous fire occurred at Buffa-lo, New York, on last Friday night. The Richmond Hotel and several other buildings were destroyed. The loss in money will exceed $500,000; the loss of lives is shocking. Between thirty and forty were severely if not fataely injured and a dozen or more were burned in the ruins. A thrilling scene was witnessed on Saturday at Hazelton. Charles Her-ling, a somewhat eccentric character, conceived the idea of taking a sleigh-ride on the railroad. He hitched a team of horses, and lashing them drove furiously up the track. The employees in a foundry in the vicinity saw the luckless man just as as freight train came thundering round the curve. They signaled to the engineer to stop. He whistled down brakes and reversed the engine, but an exciting race was had before the train came to a dead stop not more than ten feet away from the sleigh and its occupant. Herling took things very cooly. He said : " By thunder! that was a big race, but 1 think I won."
Object Description
Title | Lititz Record |
Masthead | Lititz Record 1887-03-25 |
Subject | Lititz (Pa.) -- Newspapers;Lancaster County (Pa.)—Newspapers |
Description | Lititz newspapers 1877-1942 |
Publisher | Record Print. Co.; J. F. Buch |
Date | 1887-03-25 |
Location Covered | United States;Pennsylvania;Lancaster County (Pa.);Lititz (Pa.);Warwick (Lancaster County, Pa. : Township) |
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Original Format | Newspapers |
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Language | English |
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Subject | Lititz (Pa.) -- Newspapers;Lancaster County (Pa.)—Newspapers |
Description | |
Location Covered | United States;Pennsylvania;Lancaster County (Pa.);Lititz (Pa.);Warwick (Lancaster County, Pa. : Township) |
Type | Text |
Original Format | Newspapers |
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Language | English |
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Published Every Friday Morning by
J . PRANK BUCH.
OFFICE—On Broad street, U t i i s,
Lancaster County, Fa.
•IEEMS OF SUBSCRIPTION.—For one year
11.00, if paid, in advance, a n d $1.25 if payment
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VOL. X LITITZ, PA., FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 25 1887. NO. 30.
_ Yearly advertisements to bepaìd quartórli
Transient advertisements payable in adi
vance. . ..
Advertisement«, to Insure immediate inset*
tjpn, must be handed in, at the very latest, btf
Wednesday evening.
Job Work of all kinds neatly a nd promptly
executed a t short-notlce.
All e o m m u n l c s t i o n i s h o u l d b e addressed to
RECORD OFFICE-T-
iititz. Lane. Co.. Pa.
K Price • Listi«-
from 12.00 to $15.00
from $2.00 to $12.00
Ready-made Overcoats,
Suits,
Suits made to Order,
from «8.00 to $35.00 Overcoats made to Order,
from $8.00 to $28.00 Knit Jackets,,
from 75c to $4.50 Wool Shirts,
from 65c to $2.75 White Shirts,
from 50c to $2.00 Percale Shirts,
from 50c to $1.50 Undershirts and Drawers,
from 20c to $2.00
Red Underwear,
Also Camelshair,
Bows and Cravats,
Silk Handkerchiefs,
Gloves,
Hose and half Hose,
Umbrellas,
Suspenders,
Linen collars,
Celluloid collars,
Celluloid cuffs,
Linen cuffs,
Paper collars per box,
Hats,
Caps,
from 75c to $2.00
at $1.50
from 5c to $1.00
from 10c to $1 50
irom 10c to $3.50
from 5c to 50c
from 75c to $3.00
from 25c to $1.00
15c
20c
45c
25c
irom 10c up
from 20c to $5.00
from 15c. to 110.00 .fur caps, Fur caps,
Mufflers,Scarfsand Fur Mufflers
Gum coats,
from $1.25 to $4.50
By calling at tny Store on Broad Street, you will find that at the above
prices any of these goods can be had.
BROAD STREET, LITITZ, PA.
A. R. BOMBERGER,
L I T I T Z ,
Has now in stock a large assortment of STOVES, HEATERS and RANGES
HARDWARE, PAINTS, OILS,
Skates, Sleds and Seigh Bells.
HOUSEFURNISHI NGr GOODS
Clover Seed, Horse and Cattle Powder, &c.
R E P A I R S F O R L I T I T Z P L O W C O ' S I M P L E M E N T S^
r p H E OLD
Lititz Baierpni Confectionery.
I n a d d i t i o n to i t s e x t e n s i v e daily o u t p ut
of Bread, Rolls, Buns a n d G'akes, will con-s
t a n t l y receive aod keep i n stock
F r e s l i C a n d i e s,
D r i e d F r u i t s,
N u t s of a l l k i n d s ,
O r a n g e s , B a n a n a s,
W h i t e G r a p e s , &e.
A fres'h stock just received, w h i c h will be
sold at Special llollday 1'rices.
I. P. Bombergor.
Egcp&Gh'g Bakery,
LITITZ PA.
Fresh Bread, Bolls,
Buns,Sweet Cakes,
Streislers, Sugar
Cakes, &o.,
8crved dall In town and country. All o r d sn
for funeral« or public gatherings p r o m p t lj
attended to. A special feature in t h e buulnea
wiil be I he baking of GENUINK RYE aoi
BRA» BREAD. Sly a im shall be furnish t
good a r t i c l e at all times. . Give me a t r i a l anf
s a t i s iy yourself.
Have also added all necessary tools for or
n a m e n t i n g cakes, and am now prepared to
ornament cakes for weddings and p a r t i e s to
any style desired.
HORACE L BSCKBA0H
j r » E NN HOTEL,
PENN. LANCASTER CO., PA.
The proprietor h a s ample a c c o m m o d a t i o ns
f o r t h e t r a v e l i n g public a t reasonable rates.
The bar is well stocked w i t h cUoice
LIQUORS, W I N E S AND CIGARS.
I n passing b y t h e way stop.
81oct84 B. J . 1BACH, P r o p ' r.
Union House,
AKRON, PA.
All neccessiiry accommodations for m an
a n d beast, a t the most reasonable rates. All
k i n d s of Temperance Drinks and Choice
Cigars a t t h e bar. The h >use is on« of the
finest buildings in t h e village. When t r a v e l -
i n g t h e way please give me a call.;
« ^ . T e l e p h o n e c o n n e c t i o n.
J O H N A. GETZ,
Wun-tf Proprteto»,
WARWICK HOUSE.
ONE SQUARE N. OF R. R. STATION
L I T I T 2 , P A.
Thi&well-knowr Hotel is conducted i n good
s t y l e a n d offers e x c e l l e n t accommodations to
t h e t r a v e l i n g public a t t tie lowest rates.
WHEN You COME TO IJITITZ STOP HERE.
F. G. CARPENTER, Prop.
STURGIS HOUSE
HOTEL-:-AND vßESTAÜMNT,
L I T I T Z , PA.
This well-known House still continues to
accommodate t h e public in the m a n n e r so
well known and highly a p p r e c i a t e d by its
m a n y p a t r o n s.
—THE CHOICEST-XT
THE BAß.
I J A G E R B E E R , and other R E F R E S H -
MENTS at all times.
R e t u r n i n g t h a n k s for m a n y past favors. I
hope t o receive your p a t r o n a g e i n t h e f u t u r e.
EDW. S. STURGIS, Prop'r.
LITITZ SPRINGS HOTEL
L I T I T Z , P A.
J u s t received a n e w lot of Duffy's Genuine
m e d i c i n a 1 Malt W h i s k e y for I n v a l i d s . Also
a, flue lot of p u r e J u n i p e r Leaf D i s t i l l e d Gin,
for m e d i c a l p u r p o s e s , t h e finest Gin now in
use. Also a n e w l o t of Mishler's Genuine
H e r b B i t t e r s , n o n a l c o h o l i c , f o r dyspepsia,
AuewlOLOf G r a p e M i l k . a r e f r e s h i n g d r i n k.
: i o n - a l c o h o l i c . Also a f r e s h l o t of the
u n e q u a l l e d Y^neling Ale, Rieker Beer,
V i n e m o n t p u r e W i n e s , sweet a n d sour, a nd
New YorkjOyst s r s . Meals a t a l l h o u r s i n t he
R e s t a u r a n t .
CHICKENS AITD WAFFLKS i m r SUNDAY
FOB SUPPER,
J. P. STURGIS, Prop'r.
VINDICATED.
rnOBACCO BUYERS' BOOKS r e a d y for use
X can be had a t t h e Record Office a t all
t i m e s . Also t h e best q u a l i t y of tobacco
P a c k e r s ' S a m p l e T a g s , r e a d y p r i n t e d.
Tho village of Grindelwald was in a state"
of great excitement over the disappearance
of M. Rudolph Schuchmann, the wealthy
banker from Germany, who for the past
three years had spent tho month of July at
the Hotel of the Grande Moine. OpinMns
among the population scattered between
the Two Scheidecks widely differed in re-gard
to the manner of his disappearance,
some attributing it to a crime, others to a
simple accident.
On the 2d of August, 18—, the day of
the inquest into the details of the affair, a
troop of Grindelwald guides, bronzed and
seamed by tho toil of the daily struggle,
gathered upon the Place before the village
town hall. Admitted to tho audience room
at last, they seated themselves with solemn
visages upon the benches provided for the
pui'po;e and, silent, stern and impassible,
waited for the inquiry to begin Only the
agitated movement of the hat brims, twirl-ing
like wheels between their fingers, told
of tho fierce though restrained excitement
of these bravo and gallant men.
"Ulric Tagmer!" cried the Syndic of the
village, when assured by roll call that the
complement of the troop was complete;
"we are waiting for your deposition, " and
ho signed to a pale, gigantic figure, stand-ing
with humble deference in the corner by
tho door.
Tho man addressed advanced to the table
with halting, uncertain steps.
"We started from tho Hotel of tho
Grande Moine, ' ' he began, ' 'at 5 o'clock in
the morniig on Monday last, intending to
sleep that night at tho rock of the Schwar-eegg,
and tho following day to mount to
the Peak of Terror. I didn't think that we
should be able to make" the 'ascent, but
dared not refuse on account of my pride as
a guide.
"Moreover, M. Schuch, the name by
which he is known to all on tho mountain,
had promised mo fifty thalers for tho trip,
whether wo succeeded or failed. For three
hours we climbed without trouble up the
side of the Lower Glacier. M. Schuch was
in a very cheerful humor and frequently
•aid to mo:
" 'Why, this is nothing at all, Ulric; I'd
have done as well without you. '
" 'No, M. Schuch,' I answered; 'no, you
would not;' ho laughed when I called his
name in this way, but said nothing more,
for the ascent was becoming painful and
we had great difficulty in broa _ing.
"Soon after we had passed the Zazenberg
I noticed that M. Schuch had left the path-way
which had cut into the side of tlie ice
and was climbing the glacier some distance
ahead of me.
" 'Don't trust yourself over there,' I
shouted, as I saw where ho was going; ' 'the
ice is rotten. Come back and walk behind
me."
" 'Let ma alone, Ulric,' he answoied; 'let
mo alone; I am going to examine that roe':
of red snow. '
"It was then the misfortune happened."
At.this point the guide, until now deliver-ing
his statement with the manner »of a
well conned lesson, hesitated; his voice,
which had trembled more, failed him alto-gether.
"Go on; go on," cried the Syndic im-patiently;
"proceed with the recital."
"It was doubtless a bridge of ne*v ice
upon which M. Schuch had stepped, " con-tinued
Ulric, conquering his emotion with
difficulty ; ' 'but I do not know, I hoard a
cracking noise, a smothered cry, and then
M. Schuch was gone. "
"Then ho was not attached to you, as
usual," oried tho Syndic; "how could you
commit such an imprudence, you, an old and
sxperienced guide?' '
"It was not my fault," began. Ulric,
abashed; "as he did not wish it. " As Tag-mer
made this statement a sudden exclama-tion
buret from tho bench of guides.
"Sea here, you others," cried Ulric,
fiercely, turning upon his comrades; "you
know very well how such things happen.
When I tried to put tho rope around M.
Schuch's waist he repulsed and pushed ma
away, saying, 'You are not going to bother
me with your stupid ways.' What more
could I do? Is a guido to be worse than a
slave?"
Eenowed murmurs and gestures of disap-proval
protested against Tagmer's words.
"Your comrades are right," interrupted
the Syndic "and tho impression made upon
them by your words will be shared by
every man of sense. Your own report,
granting it to bo true, has already injured
your reputation as a guide. But what did
you do after, tho accident?"
"I do not know; I cannot remember,"
Btammered Tagmer; then perceiving the
hostile whisperings of the troop behind
him, and cut to the quick by the Syndic's
unfriendly looks, he tried again to collect
his thoughts.
" I think," said he, "I think that I ran
at once to tho edge of the crevasse, and
leaning my ifead over it listened for a
sound from M, Schuch," but all \vas dark,
black and icy, and roared like water in a
mill. Thon I called, perhaps a thousand
times, 'M. Schuchmann, M. Schuchmann!'
I heard my voice descending and descend-ing,
but nothing came back, nothing I"
' 'How long did yoa remain thus?' '
"I do not know," muttered Ulric, de-spairingly.
"Well, everybody knows that it was
two whole days bsfore yoji again made your
appearance at tho Grande Moine. Why
didn't you inform the authorities sooner?"
"I was ashamed, ashamed to show; my
«»face. Only think, M. le Syndic,; what it is
to a guido when he has to return without
his traveler!"
And this time his comrades supported
what he said; it was a terrible position, as
more than one of them knew.
"But why was it, Tagmer," continued
the Syndic, "that day before yesterday
you wero unable to point out the place
where the accident occurred, though four of
your comrades had gone with you for the
express purpose o'f proving your story true?"
"It has snowed since then, and I couldn't
recognize tho crovasso; it was impossible, M.
le Syndic, among so many exactly like it."
"Then Tagmer, tho gravity of your case
is very great, for you are accused of having
killed the banker, of having robbed him, .
and of throwing the body into somo of t«je
depths around you to conceal tho crime,
and M. Schuchmann was known to have
carried about him large sums of money.
Why did you arrange to go with him alone
on so dangerous ail expédition?"
Tagmer was overwhelmed. Tho breath
came from his chest in gasps, like the part-ing
of a wounded animal.
"I only wished," ho stammored, "if the
chance was given us, to bo the first giïide
who had over climbed to tho Peak of Ter-ror.
"
"Then it was by your desire that the ex-pedition
war; undertaken alono. Your
own account of tho accident locates it at 10
or 11 o'clock on Tuesday morning, yet
not until Thursday, at 0 in tho evening, did
you arrive in tho village, bowildered, inco-herent
au-1 giving such strange and conflict-ing
statements of tho aiïair that wo were
forced either to suspect you of a crima^pr
of bsing a ravin;» maniac. Stop, don't in-terrupt
raV when Tagmer would have
spoken. "waii and hoar mo to tho end. On
the «înr ,%r oi-o your departure from the
village you asked for, and I gave It to you,
a certificate of poverty for thé bureau of
the canton."
"The presence of money In your dwell-ing,
Tagmer, after what I have just re-lated,
" continued the Syndic, "must be ex-plained."
As these damaging revelations followed
one upon the other, a prolonged uproar
broke out among the troop of guides. The
•T-arninatinn for » while could not nroceed.
Stunned by tho evidence aganist him, Ulric
Tagmer answered not a word, but silent as
stone stood beside the table. Tho Syndic
was obliged to repeat his question.
" I live upon the road to tho Lower Gla-cier,
'' Ulric answered at last, his voice hoarse
and broken with emotion; "people fre-quently
stop at my hut for ropes and hatch-ets.
One day M. Schuchmann, in pity for
our poverty and our misery, gave a hand-ful
of gold to my wife. She buried it, for
our door doesn't latch, and wo are always
from homo."
"They tell me," said the Syndic, "that
your destitution is caused by th6 extrava-gance
with which you have gratified her
whims. Do you know what else they say?"
""No," responded Ulric, in a voice sud-denly
become firm and clear; "I do not."
"They say this—that the beauty of the
woman whom you call your ' wife "had in-flamed
the fancy of this wealthy banker,
and that because of it he has returned every
summer for the last three years to the
frozen regions of tho glaciers. His liberality
to the woman, to which you have just testi-fied,
goes far toward substantiating the
truth of this gossip. Perhaps you have
thought the same and meant to rid yourself
of a rival as well as to'seeuro the needed re-sources."
Submissive, speechless and resigned, Ulric
Tagmer had listened to the evidence against
him, but now a sudden flame of anger leaped
into his eyes; he beat his fist upon the table
and hissed the words at his accuser with the
rage of one who has suffered long without
revolting.
"Let them eome to me," ho shouted;
' 'those inventors of blackguard lies. Maria
Muller in the sight of God is my wife. She
is a bvavo woman; I love her; I defend her
against all who would insult her. Bring
them before me, I tell you; bring them be-fore
me—those liars who hide their heads
like hogs in their own filth.
The Syndic did not respond to this pas-sionate
explosion. Ulric was compelled to
give up his certificate and even his little
leather portfolio, its many pages crossed
and recrossed with the names of those he
had faithfully conducted in that land of the
sky; but as his ancient comrades in going
from tho room passed him by with averted
heads and unrelenting visages an ominous
silence fell upon the assembled villagers,
each one asking himself anxiously: "Is it
justic•e only *th at ha*s been* done t*o -day»? "
When the shadows of evening fell upon
the village, and the roads of tho neighbor-hood
were all deserted, Ulric Tagmer fled
from the town hall and walked with furtive
steps through the inhabited quarters of the
village. For more than an hour he fol-lowed
closely the rounded l>owlders which
marked the bed of the brook, turning sharp
to the left when the clearing was reached to
find himself upon tho threshold of a miser-able
hut crouched at the foot of the Lower
Glacier. To enter there was truly no need
to turn the lock of the door. A woman of
tall and commanding stature leaned against
the door frame, her face buried in her
folded arms. At the noise which Ulric
made in stopping upon the stones she raised
her head.
"Well," she cried, with an eager move-ment,
"well, is it ended?"
"It is ended," he answered, with a burst
of tears; "ended I" and ho threw himself
upon tho ground at the feet of Maria Mul-ler.
Little by little, sitting side by side on the
wretched pallet which formed their bed, he
told her of all that had happened at the au-dience
hall, and from time to time, as the
story proceeded, he would rave and beat
himself upon the floor with the inextin-guishable
rage of a maddened wild beast,
sometimes sobbing, sometimes laughing,
in a fury of helpless anger. After tho first
eager question, Maria Muller did not speak,
but when the agony of- her husband required
a recognition she would lightly touch him
with her tender, silent lips, reassuring him
by the eloquence of that mute but univer-sal
language.
* • * * • *
It had been perhaps thirty years since the
disappearance of Rudolph Schuchmann into
the crevasse of the Peak of Terror—thirty
years of brief and pallid summers and bit-ter,
frozen winters—when an extraordinary
rumor spread through tho valley. The
Lower Glacier had begun to move and was
descending' straight upon the hut of Ulric
Tagmer. There was no longer a possibility
of doubting it when examination was made
into the. condition of things immediately
surrounding it.
"'Tis the power of God—the hand of jus-tice!"
cried the frightened villagers, not yet
enlightened by scientific research into the
causo of this natural phenomenon. Tagmer
himself had been the first to recognize the
peril which menaced him, and only a day
ago he had seen a grove of sturdy larches
slowly swallowed by the moving glacier,
and a moment later a white and monstrous
pyramid of ice and snow standing in tha
place where the trees had been.
Often in the dead of night he would be
wakened from his slumber by the crash of
a falling trunk, toppled from its foothold
by the pressure of the glacier. Little by lit-tle
the heavy mass of this solid torrent took
from Tagmer his grove of walnuts, and
piece by piece, as the years slipped by, the
wholo of his meager pasturage.
At last, for want of food for the herd, the
almost maddened man was forced to part
with his goats, and with every resource ex-hausted,
to move to a corner of the higher
Alps and seek again to make a livelihood by
floating logs from the Iiutzchine Noir in the
direction of Interlaken.
After long periods of stagnation, when it
would seem as if, repenting of its course,
tho glacier intended to be still, it would re-sume
the onward march, the constant
changes in its extremities obliging even the
troops of guides to make a route for them-selves
that turned aside all human passage
from tho former hut of Tagmer.
In the spring of 18— great blocks of ice,
exhaling an intense cold, had advanced to
within twenty feet of the walls of this aban-doned
hut. At this epoch Maria Muller
died in the hut upon the higher Alps. For
thirty-six hours after his bereavement Ulrio
Tagmer never moved. When he regained
his senses ho lifted the body in his arms,
carried it to tho mountain cemetery and'by
tho light of tho moon buried his beloved in a
solitary corner covered with field flowers
and poppies. No one in the neighborhood
asked for the' unhappy woman, and per-haps
all were ignorant of her death.
But, now that Maria was no longer there
to do it for him, Ulric found himself, in
order to procure the necessities of life, com-pelled
to approach again the abode of man.
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The village of Grindelwald had greatly
altered and improved, with the recent
opening of roads and the building of new
houses, but Ulric remembered it well. Only
he, tho miserable vagabond, the homeless
exile, had grown GO old, co changed, no one
recognized him. Forty years had come
and gone since last his feet had touched the
stones of a village, street, and two genera-tions
had passed away. Once in a long
while, in tho gossip of a wino shop, Tagmer
would hear a casual refercnco to tho almost
forgotten; story of Schuchmann's disappear-ance,
but happily his morose and taciturn
manner forbade them questioning him. To
this third generation, frolicking in the
(irindelwald highways, Tagmer was but a
witless, ago ridden wanderer.
Emboldened by the knowledge that he
still remained unrecognized, l^gmer dared
more and more to mingle with tho people of
the village, and, listening silently to the
careless chattering, learned that, with tho
exception of one other person besides himself,
all the actors in tho tragedy of his life had
long been numbered with tho dead.
That person was the former Syndic of the
village, and one day, while passing along
bafnra ln's /]wAiling. Ulric was alarmed to
see tue wan and austere face ol this feeble
centenarian peeping above the balcony rail-ing;
he dreaded to be recognized.
In the meantime, however, the progres-sion
of the glacier continued. Upon the
plot of land where the first peaks slided and
lingeringly melted away, others higher and
broader had risen in their places, and in
their turn melted away also, but with
every step gaining additional foothold for
the glacier itself upon the narrow strip of
land between the valley and tho higher
Alps.
It Kad taken the invader twenty tedious
springs to reach its present halting place, the
jagged points of its spreading flanks jostling
the very foundation of Tagmer's ruined hut,
to which, the only home that he knew, he
had long sinca returned. Ninety years,
fifty 6f them passed in absolute misery, had
martyrized the body of this man, rounding
his shoulders, robbing his head of hair and
seaming his flesh with wrinkles. He hailed
with relief the stroke of the moraine as it
knocked at his pillow—his time of suffering
was nearly ended; in a little while the over-thrown
walls of his humble homestead
would be turned into the walls of his sepul-cher.
But as weeks rolled by the state of things
was singularly modified. The glacier had
stopped again . and its base and snow
crowned pinnacles were rapidly melting
under* the p*ower*ful tem* pera*ture o*f July.
One morning, about a month after the
glacier had stopped again, Ulric Tagmer
left his hut and ran like one distracted in
tho direction of Grindelwald, crying as he
went: "M. Schuch has returned! M. Schuch
has returned 1'' His legs, enfeebled and stiff
with age, stumbled and bruised him at
every step, but what did he care for that
when M. Schuch had como back again?
A band of excursionists waiting upon their
mules in front of the Grande Moine, now
kept by the grandson of the former Moeren,
crowded curiously about him as he ran into
their midst, but Ulric, truly a grotesque
object with his weeping eyes, his bristling
beard and his laughing mouth, refused to
be stayed. "M. Schuch has come back,"
he cried. "M. Schuch is waiting!" And
the people, gathering in knots upon the
street, asked each other wonderingly: "Who
is this M. Schuch whose coming has driven
the old man crazy?"
Still running, still heedless of the throng
at his heels, Tagmer directed his steps
towards a cottage of neat and comfortable
appearance standing to the right of the
green.
"M. le Syndic," he shouted, pounding
upon the door, "M. le Syndic, come down, I
say; M. Schuch is here! M. Schuch is wait-ing!"
They trie! to silence him by telling him
that tho Syndic had retired and no longer
exercised the duties of his office, but Ulric
refused to listen,
"He is my Syndic all the same," he an-swered
stubbornly; "my own Syndic, and I
tell you that I must and will see him."
At this moment a door above.them opened
and a venerable figure appeared upon'toe
balcony.
"Good day, M. le Syndic, good day,"
cried Ulric joyously. "I am Tagmer, you
know, Ulric Tagmer; but M. le Syndic, M.
Schuch has returned. You must go with
mo and at on co to receive him.''
The ancient functionary recalled his
memories—a melancholy gracs returned to
his manner.
"I remember tho names," he sighed,
"and I recall the time; nevertheless I do
not understand you.''
"But I will explain to you, M. le Syndic,
explain to you in a minute. Tho base of the
Lower Glacier i3 melting, and M. Schuch—
you remember him, do you not?—the banker
who was last with me, Ulric Tagmer, the
guide!"
"I know, I know," gravely responded
tho Syndic.
"He has drifted in his crevasse over to
my door; his head is uncovered I know it
well; ho is not changed at all; but /un, M.
Syndic, run it is necessary''—and Ulric
dropped upon his knees and lifted his poor
imploring hands.
Terribly shaken by this incredible intelli-gence,
tho old citizen still hesitated.
"Tagmer—Schuch," he dreamily re-peated—"
I know tho names; I know them
Well, but what have I to do with those
ghosts of a forgotten time?"
All at once tho details of tha story re-turned
to the Syndic's memory.
"I see," ho cried; "I see—I see—wait for
me. I am coming;" and repulsing tho ser-vant
who would have sustained his totter-ing
footsteps he seized his ancient hat and
apple headed ¡"taff and hurried to the street.
"Guide me," he cried, as ho stepped to
Urlic's side; "guide me—I am ready."
"Certainly I will guide you, certainly,
monsieur, and guide you well; and a tri-umphant
smile brightened the worn face as
again the familiar formula slipped from his
lips—the formula that once it had been tho
pride of his life to utter, and that now, to
himself at least, contained a public vindica-tion.
"But hurry, M. le Syndic, hurry" and,
motioning to tho other to follow him, the
old guido turned, and with the throng of
villagers marveling at his heels passed into
the road to the Lower Glacier.
A half hour later the spot was reached,
that desolate, ruined and forgotten hut of
the outcast, Tagmer, and thsre before them,
in the midst of the soiled ribbons and whiten-ing
folds of a wadded cap, the head and
face of a man appeared, fresh, rosy and un-changed
in its framing of ice. The cold
which had prevented decomposition had
also preserved the youth of the features,
even the golden coloring of the long blonde
whiskers still flowing from tho chin.
Seizing his axe and brandishing it fu-riously,
Tagmer speedily disengaged, the
entire body lying in its crevasse at tho base
of the glacier, as if stretched in a crystal
cofBn.
"See, M. le Syndic, see," he cried; "M.
Schuch is here I Search his pockets; search
them yourself—you alone and no one olsel"
Overpowered in his turn by the guide's
insistency, the Syndic obeyed, and the
throng of villagers, beginning at last to
comprehend the scene, saw his knotted
Hngers thrust themselves with difficulty into
the openings of the frozen cloth and draw
forth successively a bunch of keys, a hand-ful
of gold and a watch, the "R. S." en-graved
upon the case incontestably estab-
The boat did not hit him with a shock, but
was carried against him with a sort of cur-rent.
We were square across his nose, and
could not have even seen his eyes, even had
it been daylight and a clear day. His big
head towered above us like a ship's side,
and the odor was something to make us
gasp and choke. The boat hung across his
nose for a minute or more, and then the
swell worked the bow around, and wo
drifted right alongside the fellow his entire
length, rubbing him all the time, but not
arousing him. It was only when we were
clear of his flukes that we dared to breathe.
Had he opened his mouth as we lay against
his nose we should have been sucked in like
a chip in a mill race. Had he given his
under jaw a fling he could havo smashed
the boat like an egg shell, and left those of
lis who escaped injury to be eaten by the
Sharks.
After escaping this whale we got into
clear water again and had a consultation.
There were men in our boat much older
than the mate, and he had the good sense to
consult them. You may have read of how
easily whales are "gallied" or frightened,
and have wondered that we didn't sound
somo alarm to scare them off. Firstly,, in
reply to this, the whales had not yet seen
us, and if we made a noise they might take
it into their heads to investigate. Whales
have attacked ships and boats and rafts
without the slightest provocation. Sec-ondlv.
our safetv would denend on how they
went away it alarmed, ii t:\i f
with a rush, as was likely, some one of them
would run us down. If they sounded, as
was also likely, it was hardly possible that
we could escape tho swing of som3 fellow's
flukes, or ride out the turmoil which they
would kick up. It was, therefore, decided to
remain as we were, and the oars were care-fully
drawn on board, and the mate used a
paddle over the stern to keep tho boat from
drifting about. She was headed on to what
sea there was, and was, of course, driving
astern all the time. It was hardly ten
minutes before we drifted plump against a
third whale, striking him near ths hump.
He slewed himseli,part way round in a lazy
manner, and the boat went clear of him,
every man feeling that he was over a pow-der
magazine. The night had now come
on, and just after we got clear of the whale
the breeze began to sharpen up and to drive
through the fog. It did not seem to take
five minutes to scatter it, and as the rem-nants
were whirling about us the mate
lighted the lantern and passed it along to
the bows. What became of the school of
whales is more than any of us could t e l l -
that is, while we suddenly found them gone,
no man had heard so much as the' move of
a fin. Whether it was some sound from
the boat, the sight of our light or the
knowledge that a gale was piping up that
sent the leviathans so softly away can only
be guessed at, but wo were a thankful lot
of men to be rid of »hem. The rule on
board of a whaler is to keep every boat pro-vided
with a breaker of water, a compass,
lantern, signal flags, a quantity of eatables,
a flask of whisky, and some rockets and
candles, for signaling at night. This rule
is supposed to be invariable, and I have seen
a mate broken and disgraced because his
boat was found short of her outfit. We
now began overhauling for our rockets and
c indies, but not one was to be found. The
lamp in the lantern began to burn dimly,
and we scfon found that we had no can of
spare oil. We were all right on the other
things, but just what we wero short of
might cost us our lives. By that time the
ship had certainly passed us and gone to the
west in her search for the boat, and even
while we were figuring this out she sent up
two rockets and burned red fire to give us
her location. She was about four miles to
windward, having worked past us during
the fog. A couple of rockets to answer her
would have got us aboard within an hour,
but even as we cursed the luck which had
deprived us of them the light in tho lantern
died away, and our last hope was gone.
"Well, lads," called the mate, as he
slewed the boat's head three or four points,
' 'it may take a little longer, but we'll get
aboard in duo time. The old ship won't
desert us, and as long as she throws up sig-nals
we shall know which way to pull.
Now, out with the oars, and give us a
chorus to go home on.''
It will seem to you that if our ship was
only three or four miles to windward, and
malting short boards from north to south to
cover a track not more than a mile wide,
and all the time sending up signals, it
wouldn't be much of. a feat to intercept
her. Two things rendered the case doubt-ful.
The breeze was coming up so strong
and the waves running so ugly that we must
soon lie to with a drag or be swamped. The
captain would be on the watch for our sig-nals,
and getting none in reply would ex-tend
his search, thus widening the distance.
After midnight he would almost be justified
in believing our boat lost. Each man rea-soned
it out in about this way for Isimsolf
as he pulled at his oar, and no one was sur-prised
when Mr. Converse began to pre-pare
a drag. After it. was veered overboard
and the boat trimmed she took less water,
but a little bailing had to be done all the
time, and not one of us had a dry thread
to his back. A bite of food was again
served out, and the men were told to make
themselves as comfortable as they could,
but with the spray flying over us, the
boat climbing and falling and lurching, and
the feeling that we might be cut off from
the ship altogether, no one closed his eyes
through the long night. Three times, at
long intervals, we caught the signals
thrown out for us. The last time the ship
was not over a mile away, and as the red
fire burned up we could make out hull and
mast and sails. She was still to windward,
and our voices would not have reached her,
nor did we dare change our position.
Luck was, however, with poor Jack for
once, and a strange piece of luck you will
call it. As daylight came, the ship was so
far to the west of us that she was only a
speck on the sky and water, but the gale
moderated, the wind shifted to another
quarter and helped flatten the waves, and
at . sun up, just after breakfast had been
served and the flask of spirits had been
passed, a whale rose and spouted within a
cable's length of us. Every man yelled
out in choius, for every eye saw a harpoon
sticking fast in his hump, and every one
knew the fish to be the same which we had
struck tho day before. It wasn't ten minutes
before we had a fresh iron into him, and
were looking for another shindy, but. he
sort o' humped himself together, rolled over
twice, and lay right there and let tho mate
churn him with the lance until the bloo3
was spouting ten feet high. He was dead in
ten minutes, with only a flap or two of his
flukes, and when he floated fin out, we
anchored to him, set our signal of "dead
whale," and were lying there as snug as
you please when the ship picked us up at 3
o'clock in the afternoon. There wer^ two
old Yankee harpoons in the whale, and he
had an excrescence on his under jaw weigh-ing
more than twenty pounds. It was in a
raw and bloody state, and was, doubtless
tho result of some injury. While he had
tho strength to run he had no inclination to
fight. He cut in 192 barrels of oil, and it
was only after wo began operations on him
that wo found our cut line, which measured
about 250. feet, coiled three or four times
around his body so tightly that it was sink-ing
out of sight in his flesh.—New York
Sun.
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A handsomely dressed man, wear-ing
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president's room, said:
" I will take up but little of your
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much, but just what you are willing
to give."
" Give ! " gasped the president.
" Yes. You see that I could dress
in rags, get an organ, and sit on your
steps, but I propose to be more of a
gentleman. I know that a gentleman
is nearly always welcome, while the
groans of an organ are always an-noying.
The president arose, wiped a tear
of gratitude from his eye, pressed
ten dollars into his visitor's hand and
said ;
"Your gentlemanly consideration
is above all-earthly reward. You
have set a glorious example to your
contemporaries and—but I cannot
say more."
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now in"a dangerous condition.
Jackson & Hodgson, clothiers who
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