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CALIFORNIA GIRL IS HEIRESS TO NEARLY TEW MILLION DOLLARS.
I HAVE had my wish. Tan mil lion dollars In gold is mine. I am rich: I am rich! Good-by to nare and work. Po epoke Elsie Tyson in the kitch en of a Humboldt County farm a few days apo. In the livinpr room of the farmhouse pat Thomas Wilson, a lawyer from Sydney, Australia, who a few moments before had told Elsie that she was her uncle's heir ess and could draw on his lawyers for any amount till the estate is finally set tled. When he. first told us Elsie was dum founded, and I thought the young Eng lishman -was Joking. But he wasn't. He had traveled almost around the world searching for Elsie, and once having found her lost no time In telling her of her good fortune. "You see," he told me afterward. "1 had no doubt of the. ynunp woman's Iden tity, for Elsie- Tyson resembles her uncle so strongly that I could have picked her out of a crowd." Then I went into the kitchen, where Elsie was. She had slipped from her chair onto the floor and snt all doubled up with her h^ad in her hand. "Do you know, I almost fainted when Mr. Wilson told m* of my good fortune." phe said, ss I laid my hand on her tum bied hair. "We all thought that T'nrle Jamrs was dead years ago. We had heard that he was wealthy— but $10,000, --000! I had no idea that it was so much. And now it Is all mine. Do you hear me, Carrie? I am rich. I can buy the world. Everj body will be happy. Oh, I am going to do lots of Rood. "No more suffering from poverty, be ca'.iso 1 know what poverty is. It crushed out my father's heart and took my moth er's life. My brothers and sisters died because of poverty. No, no, no. there will more poverty, because I have $10, --• and will stop all the heartaches in the world." And then Elsie Tyson forgot, tempor arily, all that had made her life worth the living. She had had her trials and cares but she had also had her joys. Her simple rural pleasures she now put be hind her. Her chickens and ducks and turkeys, the little Jersey calf, her pig eons, her birds, her flowers and even the neighbors she loved, all seemed to go out of her mind. She must begin using that $10,000,000. I tried to get her to tell me the details of how she came by her good fortune, but she couldn't do it. Her mind was on other things. I told her it was time to teed the turkeys, but she told me to do it. "You may have them all, Car rie." she said. "I have $10,000,000 to spend and have no time to look after poultry." Attorney Wilson came prepared to take away his heiress In proper style. "Here's a little to start with," he said as he emp tied a leather money belt on the rough kitchen table. Gold, silver and bank notes lay in a glittering heap. It dazzled Elsie, even though it -was all hers, and it dazzled all th« rest of us. "Ten thousand dollars," said Mr. Wilson, counting over the treas ure. "I guess that will last until you get to San Francisco, where we can get con nection with the Bank of England, so I can identify you and arrange it so you can write checks for almost any amount you wish. You are indeed a fortunate girl." The next morning an aunt of Mr. "Wil son's arrived at the Humboldt County farmhouse, and that afternoon the three left for Pan Francisco. It was arranged that "Elsie should stay at the home of Mr. Wil=nns relatives until the final proofs were made and she would be sole mistress over one of the largest estates !n Australia. In the meantime she could Bpend the (10,900 as she saw fit. "And your credit will be good for many times that amount." said Mr. Wilson, "as soon as you are known at the banks." All day long on that last day at the farm Elsie danced through the house. "I am rich! I am rich:" she kept saying. <a no never wont near the old treasures of her ■art. They were as if they never had been. "Let me get away quick. I must see the world; I must know joy; I must know greatness. I am so happy. And to think that T am to make every body else happy. Oh. this is joy. This i 3 happiness. This Is life." Bofor^ leaving the old HumboMt Coun ty farm Elsie gave liberally to everybody. The friends who had given her a home after her mother's death were well pro vided for. Bui Elsie went away without a regret. As she climbed onto the. stage Phe waved her hand as gayly as if she •wore only going to a picnic. Instead of leaving her best friends forever. "She's as heartless as a stone," I thought as I saw the stags roll over the distant hill, and went into the farmyard to look after the flocks that a few days before had been such a pleasure to her. A few days later I saw Elsie in San Francisco, domiciled in an elegant home, Burrounded by every luxury, with every want supplied. '•Oh, T am so unhappy," were her first words a = she came forward to greet me. 'N"f>w that I ran have everything T want, I don't know what I want. Everything is arranged, and I am going to start for Bydney, Australia, by way of Scotland, next week. You know, all my people •were Scotch." "But you will enjoy the trip." I paid. '"No. no." Phe answered, "I will not. How Is my dear old white hen? Did she hatch any chickens? You know they Should have come out last Thursday. And the big gobbler? I>o my ducks quack as loudly aa they used to? Sometime* I used to think they made too mu"h noise, law I would give worlds to hear them. The <lp;!r things, they used to give m» so much pleasure." "But you have money now, Elsie." Bald, "and can have all th« ducks and chickens and things that you want." The heiress to $10,000,000 grave me a look I shal! never forget. "Money!" she said scornfully. "Money will not buy true friends; it will not huy a home; it will not buy my dear old white hen; it will nnt buy living beings that love you. I would just like to hold the old white her in my hand .and prrr-s rt down against my cheek. No, money will not buy that feeling. "Aii this money has only brought me loneliness. If father and mother and •rs and sisters were only alive. It would be different. I could use it to make them happy. But I can only spend it on myself, and when T fee! that I ■■mi have anything I wish there is ho satis far 1 ion in having It. 1 went into a big jewelry store last week ar.d saw dia monds by the handful. They were beau tiful and worth thousands and thousands of dollars, bui I saw :io object in hay- Ing them. They were no more out of my reach than a hand/ul of pebbles would have been a few weeks ago. •'Then I went over to the big: hotel across the way. T had, when I once saw it long r:g n . thought that I would like to live there. But the charm had Bed. They showed me through the gilded room? fgmlshed In silk and velvet. They showed me works of art and bric-a-brac. But it was cold, cheerless, empty and lonesome xnd made me long for my cozy room In the Humboldt County forest. There was love and affection up there. "I have been everywhere; to the opera, the theaters, concerts and have seen all the Interesting points of San Francisco. I have bought a wardrobe of fine clothes, but they don't give me the pleasure that my 'best dress" used to, even though It cost only a few dollars. "Wherever I turn is poverty that I can not relieve. T gave a beggar a large sum the other day. expecting that he would at once rush home and bring joy to his Ing family. But ho didn't even seem thankful. Tie put the money In his ; 1 ket Just ss a banker would and kept right on begging for more. "Just how all this money can bring me joy is more than I can* see. It la nice to have it and know that poverty 1? no more, but I wish— l don't know what I wish, except that I am unhappy. Per haps if the money had never oome to me I might never have known the pain of having: it. but now it almost drives me frantic with the fear that I may lose it. "And then to think of how T come hy it. Poor old Vnolc James died all alone in a rough cabin away out in the wilds of Australia. I don't suppose ho over hoard of me, and now all his wealth is mine. "They say ho lonkod like father, and I can almost sop him now as )u lay groan ing in jiain on his rough bod all alone, just as T am now." Thon Elsie Tyson burst into trars and I kn<-w that her heart was not as hard us it had seemed to mo on that day when she drove away from the Humboldt County farm. U-aving poverty and hap piness behind her and going out into the world to take her place in the ranks of wealth. Thon Elsie told mo the story of h<--r father's family and the chain of strange Incidents that led up to hor fortune. It is a long story and goes back m the bo ginning of the century. At that time thoro lived in a little town in Scotland, on the ostato of tho Puke of Argylc, a farmer namod Thomas Tyson. There was a groat graystone old-fashioned house with parlors furnished with -precise squarely sot furniture, always darkened and lockod except on very state occa sions. Little less than a wedding or fun eral ever saw tho front of the house in use. All tho lifo centered around the grent brick-flOored kitchen, whero the big joints turned on the spits before the kitohon fro. Then there were already five little sons playing about the farmyard among the calvea and poultry. The eldest, a boy of only 11 years, knew that he would have to make his own way in the world and leave the old place to take care of the others. His father, a hard-hearted Scotchman, said "Very well," but the mother's heart ached as. she put into the new tin trunk the clothing she had made for her son. his only earnest of the for tune he was to find In far-off Australia. So the boy left home. It was months before they heard from him, but at last a letter, like the first chapter from ' Rob inson Crusoe," came to the quiet old "home, farm." Many letters passed be tween the mother and her boy. When the mother had been dead 40 years and her boy was an old man of 70 these old letters were found in the iron box where James Tyson kept his deeds and the re ceipts of'alt his great wealth. When he was dead these letters were used to trace his birth back to Scotland. The old church register told Mr. Wilson, the attorney, that three of tho sons and four daughters born after James went to Aus tralia lay buried with their parents out side in the churchyard. The name of one son only. Thomns. appeared beside James on the !>irth record and not among the deaths. Where was Thomas? He had married "FMz-i Coates,. spin.=ter." 4S years brfore and sailed for America. Twenty years later, at hi* father's denrh. he had re turned and settled up his father's estate and gone back to America. Attorney Wilson followed the trail of Thomas to America and to the only ad dress he had— that given In a letter from a little hoy. ".Jimmle," who wrote to hl3 uncle In Australia 32 yrars ago. It took the lawyer to Orange, N. Y. There he found the record of little Jlm mie's death as "eldest son" of Thomas and Eliza Tyson. "Of course," said Mr. Wilson, "T rea- Foned if Jinimie were the 'eldest son' there must be younger ones. T could find r.o trace of the family and every one had forgotten them. Almost despairing of the lost heirs. I started into the ceme tery where Jimmie was burled. I was surprised to se<» that the little grave was in mv."h better condition than any of the other gra\ es. There was some attempt at flowers and the little marble cross had evidently been placed on the gray« much ■ Inter than the grave Itself had been made. It gave me an idea. I hunted up the old verger, or caretaker, as you call him. He was as decrepit as the graves he kept. But lie had a bright little grandchild. While I was asking about the grave she exclaimed: "■<>h, grandpa. T know. That In the grave the lady used to write about, and she sent some money. No. don't you re member? I had some of the money be cause I kept the weeds pulled up. Oh, I remember.' " 'Can't you find me one of those old letters?' I asked. "The little girl ran up stairs and pretty soon cam" down all dusty, with her checks red with excitement. She had a bundle of letters, and I found jnveral written by Eliza Coates and giving ncr address. "I went to Illinois. The house was gone whose number Mrs. Tyson had given. I went to the records again and the ceme tery. There were, five little Tyson graves, nand with them the grave of father Thor THE SAN FKANCISCO CALL,, SUNDAY, MAECH 26, 1899. as Tyson. But I found a woman who had known the family, and she told me about them. After hor husband's death Mr?. Kliza Tysnn sold what property they had, and with Elsie, the only child left of her family of seven children, she came out to California." "Yes," interjected Miss Tyson, telling her part of the story. "Mother's health was very poor. I think it was trouble which broke her down. When Jimmie died she could not bear to stay in (•r;u:ge, so father sold the place and we went to Illinois. Then the first winter my sister Nellie was born, and Tommie and Mollie died. Then Jack died: he was 8 years old and the only boy, and father never got over the shock of hi a death. Little Jack fell off the barn, where he was helping father shingle, and father blamed himself for lotting him go up with him. Then Nellie died.. I was tho oldest in the family, and I have closed the eyes of every one of my broth ers and sisters, except only Jimmie, and his death, and being carried to his bod in the night to say good>by to him. while my father held me in his arms and some one else stood near holding two candles, is the first of my life that I remember. It has all been like that night. "Mother and I came to Southern Cali fornia. Wo had only about $7'Yi and no way of earning much more. We rented a little placeand I raised chickens. Mother had everything she needed, but she was always worrying about me. I did not • I only wanted her to live. She died, though, and then I could not bear to stay in th" house alono. I felt all the time as if she must come back, and every time a door opened I looked up, expecting to sop her. "Then some neighbors were going t/> move up here. They came up to take up a homestead and raise sheep. They a.-ked me to come with them, and I did. Every thing I had in the world till last week was my stock of turkeys and chickens and ducks. It seems strange. Just as I had got used to the life, and I love the mountains; they are good company when all your folks are dead." Miss Tyson is quite at home In her lux urious surroundings, for Attorney Wilson has placed her where she can want for nothing more. No one would imagine that tho quiet little woman, going and coming in her shopping, had Just fallen heir to so much property. She is getting some "clothes as are clothes." She Is a country bred woman with simple man ners, which belong with a genuine straightforward character. •'I keep finding myself economizing; it is second nature." she said. "But money is nice. It is nice to think It is there. I really rather like It all. But It Isn't what you would think it would be. I am not different a bit. You might think it would be like an earthquake, with me, and that I WOUld feel different. I don't. I only feel that I am alone, and keep think ing if mother and .Nellie and Jack and father and all the rest were, only here. "I was <*o interested tn every r.hicken and turkey, and whi>n a coyote got five of my chirks I believe I thought more about it than T do about this money. I had no time to think of anything elite, and I did not often feel lonesome. Rut, now? Why, I only have to think of what I want, and T know I can't have what I really want, and so I don't want what I have. "I never was bo sad. so unhappy In all my life. I o you know I don t even know whom I can help, m love- to give. things to thi.se. who need as motier and ] used to, but I don't know anybody and everything is so strange.- I'm homesick already, and I have no home now, only a ;ot of money. Even the old home in Humboldt will be different, for I, of course, shall give them just as much money as they can use. All this money is liko the ocean, and T don't believe I'll ever grow a tall and fins so I can swim in it." "She Is not unlike old Tyson," Mr. Wil son said. "She has very much the same disposition— Scotch and square-cut, which nothing can make any different. His history is almost a history of the pas toral industry of Australia. He went to the 'bush' so young that he became a perfect example of the bushmen who have made Australia what It Is. They are moztiy all dead. He was queer, ac cording *o our notions, but he considered us and our ways much more 'queer. He began fi'-st as Rheep herder on a big sta tion. His ambition was to own a sta tion. When only a boy he had save.i a few hundred pounds and went down to Sydney to buy cattle to stock a range. "In those days any one could take land, for they were all 'squatters.' But Tyson did not get his cattle. The man who was his partner went further than Syd ney and never came back. When Tyson got to Sydney he found he had no money bo he -went back. He followed the Murray River, walking and living on fish and game. When he Btruck across country he was lost and nearly starved to death. Then when he arrived at his employer's they were having station trouble with the natives. No one who Is not an Aus tralian can quite comprehend what the black fellows are. They are worse than She Is an Orphan and Was Feeding Her Chickens on a .Moun tain Farm When the Lawyer Searching for Her Brought the .News From Jlustralia. Bayß tfoe Big Fortune .Has Brought Jiep Un happiness, Because She <Nevep Felt So "Lonely" Before. snakes. They are the meanest, lowest, most indecent animal in existence. They have not one good trait. "Tyson was a leader In the 'round-up,' which is called the blackest spot in the history of Australia. To his dying day Tyson believed heartily that those dozen squatters did a service for which they should have been publicly honored by their countrymen. Tn ridinj? over his raiiße the son of a cattleman was killed by natives. Hla murder was but one of dozens, unprovoked and without cause. The squatters decided to take matters into their own hands. They formed a cordon and drove all the black fellows, men, women and children, into a pad dock, just as they rounded up cattle,. Then they phot every living; one of them. It ended the troubles with the natives for a time even more effectually than the poisoning had done a few years before. Mr. Tyson'P first year? In Australia were filled with reverses which would have overcome ;t weaker man. but he held on. His dream in early years was to own a cattle station of his own. Once he had enough money saved from five years of hard labor to set up for himself on the Blllytong River. He had purchased part of his bullocks, when the bank where his money was deposited failed. He lost ev ery penny and had to go back to work. Three times misfortune took every -cent from him. Then came the discovery of gold in the Bendigo mines. Tyson started at once for 'the diggings, but not with a shovel. He bought all the bullocks he could and drove them toward the mines. There he sold them at an Immense profit, and then bought more and sold them. He bought cattle wherever he could and drove them to the mines, and that was the beginning of his fortune. Then he bought land and droves of sheep and cat tle, and everything he touched prospered. He had no idea of his wealth. When he pnld his beeves he sent the money to his agents in Sydney and they bought la.ml and built blocks for him. He would go to Sydney only when he was obliged to do so. "I tried to get him to do the town once," Mr. Wilson said, "but he would not. To ward night he got on his Horse as usual and rode outside the town. He foiind an open place and under a tree lay down on the ground with his saddle for a pil low. On questions of religion his creed was as pimple as the rest of his life, and he cared nothing of what people said of him. It ain't my business,' he used to say. 'I do what I think in seriously right. I stand to tnke my chance, and I am not afraid.' I once asked him if he were happy in his lonely life, for he lived alone in his cabin, owning the land for scores of miles in every direction. His repiv W&8: 'You see. the fun is In the little gamp. Every man who chooses has vis little game, with a fair chance of winning if he keeps straight. Tt ir, better worth his while to do what he thinks is seri ously right. If ho does not he is bound to lose. Yes, T have had my little game and enjoyed it, and I am as happy as most people.' "Mr. Tyson never married, and never Haw but one woman he wanted to marry. He had not the nerve to even suggest it to her. He saw her only twice, and yet all bis life he kept her image with him— his idenh Mr. Wilson, who knew the old man. James Tyson, as well as any one could know him. says his niece is not unlike him in appearance and character. Going to Australia so young. Mr. Tyson grew up to be a typical Australian of the class that is almost extinct. Simple, frugal, honest, he had no use for the money he amassed. Tie was a man more than six fpet in height, he had never been sick in his life, and was wont to boast that he had never slept In a city, never worn a white shirt, never washed with soap-he used sand— never been inside a church, a theater, a school or a public house. He considered a church just as bad as a pub lic house, if not worse. A clergyman was to him an unfathomable mystery. As New South "Wales increased in population a church was nepded on one corner of Mr. Tysons land where a village had grown, up. After a great deal of discussion, it was decided to fisW Mr. Tyson to help the church, though he had never been known to give away money. "Yes, I'll help you," he replieJ. "Send me the bill for the whole thing. I'll pay it, but don't come to me again." He wrote out a check forthwith not only fir the cost of the church and furnishing but also for a year's salary for the rector. The next year the trustees of the church asked Mr. Tyson's assistance again. The old man was very angry. "I gave the Al mighty a house. ' If he can't take care of it he is not worth helping." he said, and not another cent would he give. "Mr. Tyson had no idea of the value or the .power of his wealth. He cared not a bit what was done with the money which his fortune earned. " 'You know about handling the stuff,' he would say to his lawyers 'just you buy whatever wnl pay best.' "lie never questioned the investment. He wore to the end shabby, ready-made clothes— the cheapest in the market. His cabin he cared for himself, and never, unless under the most urgent circum stances, would he sleep away from home. "We often tried to get him to make his will, but he would put us off with a chuckling laugh. " 'You lawyers know everything. You'll miss mr> and want sompthing to do when I'm dead. You can find some one who wll! take the money and things off your hands.' "It was only after his deßth that we found that he had come from Argyle. He never spoke about his antecedents." "Now he is dead and gone, and the only living relative he has In the world will go out to inherit his millions. "I do not know what I'm going to do yet," she said. "I shall Rive everything they can use to the friends who have been kind to me. "Mr. Wilson says that will scarcely be one day's Income. T suppose T shall get used to having so much money. Some times I like to think how rich I am or shall be. but I never" felt so lonely in my life. I am going to travel, and I shall study and have masters and all that— l do not know what else. "There is so much— it is more than T can understand. Now that T can have everything 1 do not know what I want." If you cannot understand why your toothache grows as the sun sinks below the horizon, and why, when you are lying in your bed, tearing pains in your ears, head and eyes are added to your miseries, read what Dr. Goldschelder has to say in the Journal of Nursing. "Light." says the professor, "has a quieting' effect on the nerves; hence it heals more and quicker than do medi cines. It plays a very important part in the pathology of pain. This is especially noticeable by persons addicted to worry, or those who are in any way oppressed. Their seemingly jolly disposition during the day is completely transformed as night draws on; while in bed they become greatly distressed, and insomnia is the result. Such persons usually find tempo rary relief by lighting the gas or by sit ting up till the gray light of the morn begins to appear. "There are any number of persons who cannot sleep without the sun's rays beam ing directly down upon them. These per sons have acquired this as a habit from ■ heir youth. "But it is a poor rule that does no* work both ways. The darkest night hal its Rood qualities, for there are headaches which Will not disappear until all tht light is excluded from the room the pa tient is in. Nervous, excitable persona when their state of excitement becomes unendurable, will find wonderful relief if they sit for only a quarter of an hour ir a room completely darkened. Therefore, in such cases, a total relaxation from work several times during the day is es pecially to be recommended." There Is no plant which animals so de test as the castor-oil plant. A goat will starve rather than eat it, and those de stroyers of everything green, the locust and army worm, will not feed upon It. \ blind bat avoids wires and obstruc tions as easily as if it could see per fectly. 19