The Daily Empire, 1865-12-23
The front page of 1865-12-23. 1,573 words, read by machine from the Library of Congress scan and reproduced without correction.
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' I 1 : 1 Blie Inft the houm ha a wfArv oliild might liavp ilon loiiL'Inrf for tiint mmrl old breitfl that pawl to bfl Imp nhplliir. Knr out of lown t:iur. nomnlatl atootl, null it itiMini were lockivl and it wiildowa harrod nirnlnat hnr. A atran:o aorvant mine nt her mim- inons. isne liuil untlel puti'd tliitt. Hurt writ written - ten written H few linen botrjrinir that lier fnt.lier wotiltl tee ner. Tliey Avere returned to her, antl on the envelope, wh written : "I have no longer a daughter. She In dead to me." Janet Oliver went back to the cit v board-liiK-hoiie. and there that, nlht a babe wan borne to her it wiilllnjr tlilnn that Htniif Htniif-trled - trled Htniif-trled for life and won it at hut. nml Janet, linlillnfT it to her hn'tiat. fi-lt that a frajf. nient f her Clmrlle'a life lav there, and clunjr to It ii h drownliiir men will elliijf lo the fiuileat floating. Itut for those little liaiiiK thonp ntraiifre Innocent eyex, that preeiotm iiothinff linldliio; tlie enil'irvo noul. ('Iiiirlle Ollver'a wife would have let go of life and flouted away upon tlie ae of death that night. Her butie kei)t her alive. Ami now her watch, her ringx und her littlitl icweled keep-:ike began to go; and by-anil-hy her eoatlier elotlien, the white fnra she had wrapped herself in when she eloped that, night with Charlie. One by One everything went, save some eotto'n dresses, her hood and a large shawl. At hist eume tlie climax. She stood with her baby before the landlady, who said, firmly though not iiuklndlv "Urn . Ollvi.p. f u in ui.f,.,. f..M ...... . - ... ,,,,,, ,,( hnve a father ami he mint keep yon. as I can't." Janet took her child and went nut. into the mill winter afternoon. She hud no hope of her father's pitv. !ut she saiil "Wo ean die, my child anil I. within sight or ine dim nouse; anrt perhaps he may for give me when he sees mo dead." Then another hoie entered her soul; she would wrap run ciiiiii upcnrenillv, Ihe lit. tie one might live, he would have'mercy or that for its Innocence. 1'oor girl I she had no ninnev for a nmge faret she plodded on t iron oh tbe cniil street anil out iiwi the wean' road for hours; and it grew dark and darker; eight Tiiu, riuiy iMtin inr i ii y c.iiK'ka, nine. fen. and only then, by the clear, frosty moon moonlight, - light, moonlight, she saw 'the roof of her father's Homestead. Willi Hie elms about it lenf. less as they had .een when nhe had fleil from it with Charlie Oliver. Khe hud matured her plans, and drugged hit wciuy sicp up ine pnicii. i.pnit u those deep wiuilOM's ooeiied io the IIiiiif. There she would lie down, and lu the morn- lug they would lind her thei-e (Iciitl. Ah! HKir child. I dare tell what she dune. It was so wicked but she was verv miserable. At tlie bottom of her iioeket lay n bottle which was lubeleil "IsikIhiiiiui." At last she stoisl before those windows, and one of them wits ommi wide nM'ii ou a night In midwinter. (Jod had neuel It for her. So she wild. And she knew not tlie ,1 range truth of her words. 'Ohlmy home. '-lie wailed softly. Oh! my father. 1 will go in. I w ill lie In my little bed 1 will die there, and my babe will live, and all good angels help her to lie n oetter einiii io ner tainer tlmn I have been." Ho she crept In on ti fi toe. unfastening icm without, that ner snoea ami leaving f she might make no noise Hhe gained her little room. Ily the moonlight she saw that It was Just an she had left It and must have been carefully kept from change. The sleeping babe was laid upon the null pillow, and then she thnuget of her garments In the bureau drawers- Were they there vet t It would lie more seemly to die lu clean, fresh white robe than In those travel-stained clothes which she wore. Ho she pccperl in and found the white raiment. Abe put it on, then knelt down to pray to pray with a vial of poison In I'er white hand and with mad suicide In her heart. As she knelt she fatted the door, and as her eye glanced Ihllher, she saw. a light flashing upaiiil down the wall, and heard a footstep. Could It (hi her father f Hhe crct to the door and looked. Along the imssHge ruine Ihe man servunU bearing a llghU coming very stealthily, with a strange lisik In his time th strung.) man servant who had turned her from tbe door by her Cither's orders, mouth, before, and w hose ' , ! '
wicked face had haunted her ever since. Hut where wan he golnjrr and what wan he going to do t hhe watched him with a heart suddenly stilled In lieatlng, aud saw him enter her nither'nehambcr. Then she made hnst to follow him fast as her trcinliliiig llintis could currv her. Not too soon. She saw us she glided lu, an 0en safe, a rilled chest, papers and gold upon the floor, and the servant bending over her struggling father. Hhe littered a shriek, aud sprang forward. In prison, afterwards the villlan said In ftincliil her a spirit, and the sight bonumbel his arm. Me started, and half Hrose, and with tills opportunity the strong und vig vigorous - orous vigorous old man recovered himself and. turn turning - ing turning on him, had him down In an Instant. The father knew his child knew that she hail saved him, hut this was no time to think of that. He only eiiiil "Jhtise the window, Janet, and call John, the coachnmn." Janet obeyed. In a few moments tho wiry nwcul on the floor had no chance of escape he wiw bound liauil ami foot und he lay theVe whining. Janet was noon iu her father's arms; She led him to the bed where her baby lay, and told lii in all. lie had known nothfng o. her woe, not even of the baby's birth. Vi Ills mind she had been joyful in her voting love, ungrateful to him. (Jod had left tiie, dooroH'ii, IndiTil, though the instrument had been a murderous servant's hand who, fearful ol the watchful cure of John, ha.' thought to steal away noiselessly througr IU Janet hud entered her old home to save her fat tier's life, and creep Into hia heart once more. Tlie Jtomilo I.asslu and a host of honest sailors were never seen again, for the sea opened It arms and folded them to Its breast for ever. But a little island In the ocean had room enough for one brave foot, and with so much to live for, Charlie Oliver buttled with tho waves, and with the thirst ami hunger, anil deathlike solitude, and watched, prayed aud waited, feeding on rooU, berries and strange frnlU, until at hist sails greeted his eyes, a vessel hove In Insight, - sight, Insight, and the voice ol a living man greeted him once more. Charlie euine home to JuneU and, long before forgiven by her father iu his fancied death, ho wan uut refused forgiveness when living. Ho the old love dreams were realized, the shadows banished, and as much of joy as can come from earthly beings come to tho-e who lived together io the old homestead among the elms. To her children, ave. and to hergrmiil-chihlren, porlmiis, by this time, Janet Oliver bus oltcu lolutlie Htory of the open iudow ou the porch. Cotton Uik-anii-Dowmi. Some cotton 4eculatioiiB are thus mil Iced by the Bos Boston - ton Boston .ininuil: -A . iurH iu the city pur- chased one hundred bides of sheeting at eight cents a yuitl one hundred thousand yards iu all. costing $,KK). Within a year ensuing this lot was sold for fortv cents a yunl, thereby yielding a prol'.t of $2ii)-i0. l'urty number two held it lor another rife, and sold out In another year at sixty cents il yard, realizing a profit of $ o. Party number three held ou uwliilu, and then sold it ut sixty-two cents to one who has been foil ed to kei-ji it until a Abort time, when the career of the o.ie hundred bales cumo to it end ut nineteen cents." 'i 'ijtuiHMt. Tiie 1 Hih.tiiijolii Herall, of W en-.'stli;,-, jjh. a i account o young iui.:i wlio wi.a ;r.T ..' a ; (ipriaoued w ?:., a lllei" . 'tii L,o..riumtreiiiet!.. Mext iiio-i'ing he hO iO w'tl. iheja'lor o iiy :.. rl,i 's t.n.c illic it he i. '- -t a;. jiust Ililll. fl.ll W!ls ' cell I '..C'l' go,i. Jt iip;j"! r rili' ''(' tn"; to O-'.i'.ldi- a.iln af af-tci' - tci' af-tci' Iilt'ischn-';. ji.ii' he w:,- fon.n! renter renter-day - day renter-day !n the eoe : r,f fVoref to death. Ills .1. Hids were f.c I nV. end he was a mo l p'llnb'e o j"ct w bjo'r. Ke v. aa ta taken - ken taken o a iiou-e hi run p ni, n of the 1,'iy, hIic -e he now y 'w a Luiloniblc itnitJ!.' o.t.
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