Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1852-1852, 1852-01-23
THE FELON'S SON.

= Towards the end Of the last century, a young
man arrived at Marseiles, on commercial affairs {:
he took up his abode at an inn, where he
had been about three weeks, when he received a
Z letter one evening. which obliged him to call
Immediately on one ofthe principle merchants Of
thestown. The merchant was out, and, as his
wife said that he was rnost'probably at the thea
tire. George, $50 our hero called himself went
.thither to seek him. He entered the pit, and loo
ked round in vain for the person he wanted; but
. as il was early he thought that the merchant
might still come, and he sat down to wait for
him.
Ina few minuets, George heard the word; 'turn
him out! turn him OUT uttered with great vehe-
mence: and looking round to see to whom they
were addressed, he prcceived they were intended
for youth Of sickly appearance and very mild
countenance, who sat near him.
How is this 2 cried George, turning to the
person who sat next him, whit llas the boy done
to be treated in such manner"
The person to whom he spoke was man about
fifty.
DO you know hirnr said he coldly.
f'5 No-I never saw him before
r well, then take friends advice, and don't
.meddle in the matter. The boys name is Tin
vile: he is grandson of that monster, Fouahct
sHinyil
At these words, George recoiled with horror
In his countenance.
tMy good sir,' said his neighbor, 4 see that you
agree with me, that there are names which always
make honest people tremble.
George heaved deep sigh.
And yet, said he, dher moments pause, III
the boy himfelf has done nothing bad, l don't
think it Just or generous to insult him: he is al
ready unfortunate enough
The noise had been suspended for an instant.
but, Just as our hero uttered these words, the n
otors recommended their cries. The lad feigh-
ned not to precevc that he was the object Of them;
but his alarm was visible in eountenance. En-
couraged by his timdity, one Of the aggressors
began to pull his coat, and another took him by
the collar. George quickly rose.
Stop a moment said his neighbor, catching
hold Of him; don't you see they are ten to oner
Let them be twenty to two, then, cried he in
dignantly; 4 will never stand by tamely and see
ahelpless boy hlsused.'
Breaking from the grasp of his prudent neigh
Dor, he sprung lightly over the benches, and
threw himself between the youth and his assail-
ants-deaEng at the same time, some knock
down blows to the right and left, and crying out,
Cowards!-- call yourselves Frenchmen-
YOU are not ashamed to fall, ten of you, upon
one poor defenceless ladp
The aggressors were young men, mostly in a
state Of fintoxicaton, yet not SO far gone to be
insensible of shame,
sHe says the truth, cried one.
He is in the right, said another.
By degrees the group diappeared: those who
q had received the blows, skulked away and said
nothing; the others excused themselves; and, in a
few .ninuets, tranquility was restored. George
took the youth by the arrn led him out of the
theatre, and making sigh to a hackney coach.
man hurried away, without replying to Iinville's
thanks, and entreaties to know his name.
Three days afterwards, as he was passing
through one of the principal streets, he felt him
self seized by the skirt Of his coat and, looking
round to see by whom, he perceived that he was
the gentleman whom he had sat next to at the
theatre.
Heaven be praised l have found you at last,