Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1859-08-20

oeJ; nVA ~ hef, sne trusted me when all the
world thought me guilty, and loved and cher
ished me through l'my degradation STb ,Tb;.
did not trouble me, for / believe he could
judge by my tears. e.Js,7il o ,-'Ta.I -
Near the close of the fifth year, letter was
Drought me, written in a strange hand, aud
postmarked atImy native village. 1t contain
.IfMsrian Dean win be at the hotel in this
village, at noon, on the 10th of this month, she
may hear something to her advantage. ...
.rsx.,s,q 81. RANKIN, Postmaster" :"
What could ii mean! What could be of sd-
vantage to me, but TO hear goods neys from
Phllip! n Wasa mystery, but people advised
me to 60 on, and as it was already the 9Th.
had no time to lose, 80 the next day took the
stage, and, at the appointed hour entering the
sitting-room Of the hotel, where my; first trou.
BILE in life began. What was surprise ON and
ing there Mr. Barnard He caught both nv
hands in his, and said, solemnly
Miss Dean, L ask your forgiveness On NV
honor, L believe he was Innocent" -,
He satadown on the sofa, covered his face
with his hands, and began 10 sob. / could not
comprehend it, l felt as if / was in the same
half-wake state that was on that horrid night
when he lay asleep on the same sofa stood
before him without speaking, only irving to
think At length he looked up. =
"I'H make all Incorporation in nv power. u
he said beseechingly. "Don't look at me 90:
tell you it was an awful mistake You know
they are nearly of a. size, and-well, was
but what you can tell the same story now ,ebl'
Was the man mad, or was II i could not tell.
"1ou IL come over 20 the Jail and see him
now, won't you?'
See who ?" asked '-,
Carr. II is the strangest thing. Every
body thought him 80 respectable until he was
caught In this last robbery, and he has boasted
nj mn INV artsr L. n.
cannot escape, that thought, perhaps''-
"Who is Carr ?" L cried, for light seemed
breaking in upon me-
He was known here as Carrington Bates.
and followed the profession of teacher of sing.
ing,' he replied, beginning to reel of his sen.
tences, just as he had read them from the hand
bills that had been scattered about, Offering
reward for misrepresentation. s'a,. .
did not hear any more, for my mind was
hlled with one thought. Justice would be done
at last, though we had waited so long for il.
1t was hard to believe that it was so near. but
hardly trembled as stood there. for I had
schooled myself TO be calm, since the time
when spoiled Philips last chance for liberty
by my wiidness. 1 believe Mr. Barnard
thought was not glad, for he looked at me
strangely. -.-.--.t :
You think you can tell the story right
straight along, don't you?" he asked This
running about, and jumping across a story
know
did not know anything about law, but
knew that was resolved to help Philip, and
that all the cunningof Darlington Bates should
not bafie me. After had listened as pa
tiently as L could to MIR. Barnard story of the
strange chance by which he had been detected
and how curious it was that he should be taken
here for tiah md everything should happen
so strangely, We went over to the jail
In II *, -.
the stone corridors, and shuddered when the
jailOr opened for Us the same door he opened
for me the last time 1 saw fhi!ip, But the
loud, derisive laugh that greeted us put all
thoughts Of that time out Of my mind. There
sat Carrington Bates. Not the elegant and re-
fined teacher of music, but reckless and hard
ened in appearance and words, the Darlington
Bates had heard talking in the private par
lor Of the hotel. ~... ..-. ..r > \
"Have you come to tell me that sent Philip
Southey TO prison ~ he cried. stThats no
news 20 me. But wasn't it we'll done, though!''
He threw, himself back, and Laughed, while
Mr.. Barnard looked at him as though horror
stricken. 90 p -. .Eg.lgH .0-[a-4 /.
"I'm much obliged to You, TIM sure" he
continued, "and the adorable Philip, too,y for
he has kept me FIVE years more gentleman,
aheml If they hadn't all been fools though
he couldn't have done it; so l suppose 1 must
thank them too. But you-the devil. how like
a little tigress you sprang at me. How I'd
liked to have throttled yOu-and you played
eavssdropper too, eht' (
He clenched his handsome hands, and shook
them, as though he imagined he had me by the
throat. ...... 80
Mr.. Barnard walked TO the door.
''Hs, ha," he cried after him, "you know
how it feels, don't you! But what do you want
here, old buzzard?"
Il want to repair wrong have done, " re-
IL n srI ;th
had shown before. ''You robbed me-
Il know that, old boy he said, coolly, and
began humming tune which he had taught us
in the pleasont old days, before cloud hid my
sunshine.
pitied the man, so hardened and fallen. so
different from what he might have been, il he
had not degraded the many good gifts which
God gave him. lie seemed perfectly consciou,
that his race was run, and gave up with kind
Of reckless despair that was pitiful to see
Little fool" he said, scornfully, what are
you crying for9 Don't you think I'll give the
devil his due, and myself credit, for the smart
things I have done? Go home, will you? /
want a prettier picture in my room than your
little pinched face. As for you" he continued,
after short pause, turning to Mr. Barnard
you like my company, don't you? You are
ready TO die, almost, now, because you must
tear yourself away from Inc, Eh, my little
man." rs ....E t4s... ED-.-.. .
Mr.. Barnard stepped over the threshold TO
make sure that he was ont Of the reach of those
cruel hands, and said, in a low voice: w i
Il can forgive you for rObbing me, but I
cant forgive you for making me your tool. -
The prisoner answered, with a low bow: il
II beg your pardon, my most venerable and
worthy cati but your paw is not the only one
have bafaed while poking my chestnuts about
Save your breath to blow your burns, and don't
come round me with your holy indignation.
tired Gf you, stIpid."
Mr.. Barnard beekOned to me, and we silent.
ly left him. 20 '' Il
lie was as good as his word. He told the
whole story boastingly, and cleared Philip
from all blame: He confessed that he had
given him the marked coin, and had managed
everything so as to throw suspicion on him.
| don't like to think now of the anxious DAYS
that passed before got the precious papers
that would free my darling, and was on my
way to meet him. Hours seemed like years to
ne, but they soon passed by, as, God be
thanked! all troublOus times will; and did
thank Him when saw my brave, slber-faced
/ threw my arms about him,
over his prison dress, and could say. d
Husband, you are free and innocent in the
eyes of the world, as you have always been in
mine" [-.r Il
We were married there by the chaplain Of
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