Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1848-09-19

hcepIuS up nls exceSSeS except by selling
his lands; but there was no one rich
enough to buy them except John of the
Scales, and every one knew how he came
by bis money. The young Laird was in
desperate want of cash to pay his gam.
ing debts, and was, moreover, heated with
wine, when his unjust stewart offered to
buy his estate. 1t was hard case, but,
after much reluctance, he agreed upon
the bargain. "Give me your gold, good
John of the Scales. and my lands shall
be yours forever" said the Heir of Linn.
Then John counted down the good vel.
low gold, and hard bargain his master
had OF 1t. For every pound that John
agreed, the land was we'll worth three.
The last money went like the first, and
the Heir of Linn was a beggar. He first
went to the house that had once been his
own, but now belonged to John of the
Scales, to seek some relief. He looked
into the window ofthe great banquetting
hail. but there was no teasting going on
in it. The fire was out, the dinner table
was taken away, and all was desolate
and dismal. "Here's sorry cheer" said
the Heir of Linn.
John would not give him penny, but
told him to go to the friends he had spent
his money upon foolishly. He did so,
but it did no good. Some of them pre-
tended not to know him, and not one
would lend him farthing, or offer him a
dinner. So he wandered about forlorn
and hungry, for two days-for work he
could not, and to beg he was ashamed
At last, in his extreme misery, he be-
thought himself of his fathers dying
words.
81 have not sold the old house in Kipe
pletringan yet" said he, ''for no one
would buy it. | will go and break ope n
the upper chamber. My father told me
| should find relief there, and perhaps he
meant treasure. If it should prove so,
will be wiser man than ! was, and not
waste IL upon knaves."
To the house he went, and then broke
the chamber door open. He found re-
lief indeed. There was nothing whatev-
er in the room excepting high stool,
and, directly over it, halter danglin g
from hook in the ceiling. He looked
up, and read these words; sab. graceless
wretch, and wanton fool. You are ruin.
ed forever. This is the only relief for
those who waste their patrimony as you
have done. Be bold, then-put the rope
round your neck, jump from the stool.
and save your family the disgrace of end.
ing in beggar.'
avery excellent COUNSEL" said the
Heir of Linn; sand, as must either hang
or starve 4 think I'll even take my fathers
advice, and hang. 1t is the shorter death
Of the two"
So be mounted, fastened the halter round
his neck, and kicked the stool from under
him.
But the Heir of Linn was not to die so.
The board in which the hook was driven
gave way with his weight, and he fell to
the floor with shower of gold coin rat
Ting about his ears. | will not say that
he felt no pain in bis neck the next day,
but at the moment, he certainly felt none.
Joy rushed into his heart like torrent,
at seeing himself rescued from death and
beggary. The space between the CELL
ing and the roof contained an enormous
treasure. On the upper side of the board
from which he had thought to hang him.
SELF was fastened letter addressed to
him; He hastily tore it open. and read
as follows:
',My dear son I know your character,
and that no expostulation OF advice can
wea1 you from the desperate course you
are pursueing. Nothing but misery,
sharper than death, can work cure on
you. If, therefore, your misfortunes and
suffeTings should be so grievous that you
prefer death to enduring them, l have
some hope that you will not rashly en-
counter again. You have made the trial
take my gold, redeem your land, and
become wiser and better man.
The Heir of Linn lid not leave the
spot without putting W prayer to heav-
en- for the soul of the parent, whose ad
mirabIe wisdom had discovered means
of raising him from beggary and despair
to affluence, and of weaving him from the
follies and vices which had disgraced his
character. To evince his gratitude. be
resolves to mend his life from that day
forward, and become all fathers heart
could wish.
But first he thought he would make one
more trial of the false friends on whom he
had wasted his time, his substance, and
his character. He, therefore, kept his
! newly discovered wealth secret till he
heard that John Of the Scales was going
to give great entertainment, and thai
} all the lords and ladies in Galway woulC
] be there.
When the Heir of Linn entered his ia
! theirs hall, it was crowded with richly
, dressed gentry; but he was in beggar'
rags. He appealed to the charity of the
} company, saying he was starving. II
s ono he said: "You have Toasted at m,