Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1859-04-20

than George Blandon have been wrecked or
the same rock round which he was SO care
lcssly playing. .,
As one expensive taste after another deVel'
oped itself, his passion for money increased
and the luxury of bis chambers at the Pavilion
was doubled and ylagnifed, until it reached
O princely appearance. While his employers
thoueht that his hone was at the plain and
modest residence of his father, no was In
habiting one more gorgeous than the partners
of the firm ever dreamed Of possessing.
Charles Renton was his chosen associate.
Similarity of tastes and pursuits bound them
together. Renton possessed, however,a pas
sion for play which Blandon did not indulge,
and frequently loaned his friend large sums
of money, which Blandon was obliged to bor-
row from his employers to repay.
Juiana Blandon, his sister, was lovely
and interesting girl, brought up in the utmost
simplicity, and loving her pleasant home with
an attachment that no hope of a grander or
loftier one could abate: She and her brother
were the only children Of Mr.. Blandon, who
was an unprctendng mechanic who sought
merely to make his family happy, without
the aid of riches.
He had been pleased, as was natural, with
his sons advancement, little dreaming that
be was involved in error-Georgc's only pre-
tence in leaving the house to take up his
abode in other quarters being that his home
was too far from his business.
Trusting wholly to bis sons integrity, and
believing that he only roomed with Charles
| Renton for convenience at some cheap ipdg-
ing, he had never troubled himself to inves-
tieate his place of abode. How would his
honest eyes have widened to see the luxuri.
Gus breakfast-servicc, the liquor-cases, and all
the appointments of his sons new home
Such was the state of affairs when Renton
burst gaiy into the room, OH the morning Of
| which we have spoken, and asked him about
taking fine horse which they had been pre-
viously talking Of buying, and the price OF
which was four hundred dollars.
"Where will you keep him, so that it will
not be found out by the Parkers and your
father, in case you finish the bargain?" asked
Charles Renton.
"Lowe will board him for us, think, and
no questions asked or answered"
"Very good, Now for the money"
swell, have not borrowed but few
dollars from my quarters salary, and / hope
you have not"
"Faith, am all cleaned out of cash for the
next year!'
How could you be so imprudent? They
will ask questions, soon, That you cannot
anSwer."
"Lct them. They grind down fellow to
u mere piltancr, and then expect him TO live
honestly uw'n it. But come-let u, 60 ami
Gee Juliana."
No, Charles; whatever you do, You shall
not engage .Iul;ana'> affections. Sooner than
that, would eXpose your whole style of llv-
ing tu Ler, and ask uer # she thought you
could support it from your small income
alone"
And why may not visit her, if she likes
me 2"
because my father is bent ON her marry
ing young munster Who once boarded IN
our family, and lie loves his daughter too
well to trust her with yuu."
"uusb, Geurgel Ills is coming with an
i'll grace from you, who have drawn HE into
~ many scrarus."
"WeIl, PERHAPS you are right hnt do moi
aek me tu take you ho,ne with me-"
AS you like. du DUt violate the laws Of
hospitality Nlth Nom"
81 know it, Charles. l would almost think
better Of you, if you dit refuse ,U admit he
to the prrscllce Of Your beautiful sister"
Swell, well, we will talk about the horse
Goodrich does not want to sell him, but he is
short of funds. lie is such splendid animal,
that it seems too bad not tu get him AZ such
a bargain"
Tuat night, the horse was bought with
money borrowed from the sales of their en
pyers, and put out to board at loves sta
blr with an injunction not to tell who the
animal belonged to; and that night, Charles
Renton visited Juliana BIandon, in her broth
rr's absence, and won her affections to him
self-1Ir. Blandon and lis wife easily con
scnting because he was their sons chosen
friend, and, Of course, fit lIver for the
daughter.
George bit his lip in agony, when he heard
of this sacrifice and could only trust thai
something might prevent it at last.
1t was six years after this, that the Blan-
dulS were assembled, one evening, i'll their
hu,nely little dwelling in the outskirts of the
fiouriShing town Of Monson. Father, mother
and daughter were all there, and only tue
son and brother was wanting. Everything
in the room where they sat brlukened econo-
my and prudence, willie all was Scrupulously
neat and clean. Mrs. Blandun and Juliana
were braiding straw. Mr.. Bandon, past his
hard labor-nut from aye, but from &.rrow
and i'll hcallh--w;s splitting the material as
fast Us they required it. The face of each
wore Il sad but patient louk, as if grief had
long been tugeilg at the heart-strings and
would soon break them down altogether.
Few were the spoken words, but each
knew well Of what the others were linking.
They were dwelling upon the rcmemtrances
of the past--of the uncertainty Of the late OF
the beloved son and brother--ol tile many
changes through which lie might he called IT,
pass, If Indeed he Werv yet q IwelIpr OIL
entih,
Nothing had been beard Of him siace the
ttme in which = forgery bad been committed
on the psrkcrs, six year. hefviej aud Charles
Renton had disappeared at the same time.
Nothing hut tenderness was in Mrs
Rlandun's heart towards her son. 4" lie was
SO young !" she sail, when Ier husband spoke
angry words. Remember, dear husband,
the child was 50 young"
cold enough not to break all our hearts
for the sake Of living better than his parents
did," was the uncomproms'ng answer Of the
sternly honest and upright father.
Think us well as you can, dear father, Of
them both," said soft and plaintive voice,
as Juliana looked up from her straw, with
eyes blinded by tears.
"My poor child !" said the pitying father.
"Tbis is douby hard upon you and it makes
me feel douLly hard towards those who have
made all this sorrow"
"And yet, father. should George return,
penitent and sorrowful. would You he less 8;
father than he who, in ancient times, fell
upon the neck of the son who was surely as
guilty rs yours has been y
Mr.. Blandun wiped away the tears that
were now falling fast over his work.
"Do not let us talk Of this, my daughter.
We must bilc Gods time. If be sends my