The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-04-02

addressed was tall. venerable looking
man, dressed in deep mourning.
"Tell the earl, that the father of his
late wife solicits an interview upon i'm
portant business, was the stern reply.
The earl and his nephew were both in
the library when this message was deliv-
cred.
"Show him up" said the earl, after a
pause.
CHOW be firm. my lord. said st. Clair,
In low voice, as the door was thrown
open and the rector of Hadley announced
There was an expression of sternness
upon the rector's countenance, as he ad
vanced towards Lord Woodleigh, but ii
inVoluntarily softened as he gazed upon
the wreck before him. The sorrov of a
few short weeks had done the work oi
years; his haugty head was bowed, and
heavy lines were craven around the mouth
and upon the brow. O, how unlike the
strong, fiery hearted man, who had wooed
and won the child of his old age!
Lord Woodleigh," said the rector, af-
ter an embarrassed pause, 81 received a
letter from you, yesterday. stating that
you wished me to take charge of little Ar
thur"
The earl inclined his head.
81 have yet to learn, my lord, the rea-
son aohy your son is so unceremoniously
banished from your heart and home?''
returned the rector, warmly, his eyes
lighting up with Indignation.
An expression ofpity passed over Lord
Woodleigh's countenance. How could
he tell the desolate and bereaved father
the sad story of his bitter wrongs? He
glanced implOringly at St. Clair. "Tell
him." he said, in low voice, 'for can
not"
With an expression of the most pro-
found sympathy upon his countenance,
St. Clair approached the rector, and said
few words to him in low voice. Mr.
Huntley disdained to reply, but darting
upon him look of the most bitter scorn,
he turned to the earl and said. earnestly
"Do you believe this, my lord?''
''The proofs are too conclusive for me
to doubt" returned the earl, mournfully
"Yet do not imagine, reverend sir, that
blame your unhappy daughter. I alone
am to blame. 1 knew when I married
her that her heart was another's--''
cit is false!' interrupted the rector;
"she loved you and you alone! O, that
she were present now, to plead with
your stony heart for her child"
A sudden tremor shook the earl's frame,
but rising from his seat, he said, firmly:
"This conversation is useless; all that
can do, consistently with the honor of my
house, will be done cheerfully. IF mon
ey-'
81 scorn your gold!" exclaimed the rec
tor, passionately. "While I live, the
son of my wronged and murdered daugh-
ter shall not want. This is your work,
Jasper St. Clair" he added, as he turned
to leave the roem: "but think not that YOU
will escape the justice of the Almighty
The curse ofthe wronged and the betrayed
will rest upon you and your children, and
make your heart and home as desolate as
you have made mine in my old age!''
Nearly fifteen years have passed since
the events last narrated, and, under the
fostering care of the good rector of Hard
ley, the discarded heir of w oodleigh has
reached the age of manhood-possessing
much of his mothers beauty and no small
share of his fathers naughty pride, mod
flied, however, by the wise and iudicinns
aiufng bestowed upon him. Let us now
revisit Woodleigh Hail.
Upon couch in one of its splendid
apartment, lies Jasper St. Clair's only
son, the last survivor of FIVE princely boys,
in the agonies of death. On one side of
the bed is Lord Woodleigh. and on the
other the agonized father-their eyes fix
ed intently on the countenance of the dy-
ing boy. The medical attendant is stand
ing by, with one finger upon the slender
wrist, counting the feeble, futtering pulse.
''ls there no hope, doctor?' inquired St.
Clan eagerly. as he turned away.
The physician shook his head sadly.
go, say not SO, doctorp' returned St.
Clair, imploringly; "of many fair children,
1t is the only one that is left me. Ny
Ny precious boy! nay only son!" he ad-
ded, bending distractedy over the couch,