The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1854-01-12

found that Solomon Lowton was the
cause of this treatment. He knew that
he was reckless man, but he had not
thought him capable of such villainy as
this. Lowton had stipulated with the
keepers for his confinement, and in con-
sideration thereof, he paid them a GER
tain sum per month. Thus the villain
got the whole vast wealth Of his partner
and by series Of adroit movements he
kept the public Ignorant of the truth.
Lowton would gladly have had his vic
tim removed by death and this had been
his plan; but the mad-house keepers
were too fond Of the money they re-
ceived for the safe keeping of their
charge to thus remove him and so the
poor man had thus dragged away eight
long years in that horrible place, utterly
crushed in both body and spirit, some
times being beat for making a noise,
but yet receiving just enough of care to
keep his miserable life-lamp from going
out.
When the old man had finished his
narrative, his hearers were for some
moments silent. Their feelings of in
dignation and horror were too deep for
utterance. When the silence was broken,
it was by Helen. She had again sought
her fathers bosom, and the JOY which
could not be clearly spoken, was shown
forth in sobs ard tears.
1t was early in the evening, and SOL
omon Lowton was in the large drawing
room OF his residence. He was alone,
for his wife and daughter had gone out
to spend the evening, The merchant
had been trying to read, but the task
lad proved tedious one, and he had
thrown his paper aside, and was walking
up and down the room, when he heard
! carriage stop at his door He ordered
lis servant to inform whoever might call |
hat there was no one at home. But .
he order was of no avail, for in moment .
afterwards the door OF the drawing-room
vas thrown open, and the same old
ailor who had been once in his count
ug room, entered the apartment. Low
on recognized him at once, and he also
ecognised the female who followed him.
\ wrathful expression Was upon his lips,
Vhen his eye caught the wasted form of
'et another person who entered his pre-
ence. His face turned to an ashy
'aleness. His lower jaw fell as though
e had been struck with death, and his
ye-balls half started from their sockets.
You see I've brought you some COM
any said the old sailor. Don't you
now him =
Solomon Lowton, spoke John Fair
cid, in a hollow, trembling tone, do :
GU not know me ? Il
The mere hant uttered deep groan
nd sank upon chair. A moment he 9
hut out the fearful sight he had seen, t
nd then he gazcd up again. Those |
eep, sunken eyes were still bent upon 2
i'm, and with spasmodic effort he a
arted again to his feet
Do you not know me, Solomon Low v
m O
'Yes-yes y groancd the merchant, t
it'll palsy-likc quaking Of his limbs. i
Ay,' returned John Fairfield 'and t
too, know you. know you for the h
an who has been so mercilessly crush Il
( me and mine. You would have me s.
ordered if you could. o Solomon il
owton, how much you have enjoyed t.
C wealth you have wrested from me +; h
ow much peace have you found in the n
.th you have been treading' But | n
II leave you in the hands of God, and SC
tn him you can make your peace as iii
st you may. This house is mine aud I'll
u must leave it. The funds in the in
ndS OF your banker you cannot claim, oil
+ have seen him, aud he knows your al
lainy. On the day after tomorrow, W
!, shall be here again Till then | Dc
i've you to your own reflections. ,
Without another word, John Fairfield a
rned from the room, and bis daughter tn
d brother followed him. Lowton did pa
{ speak, for he had not the power. CT
S black yillainy was all exposed, and til
was so terrible that its presence fright th
ed him. tn