The Vinton record. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1866-1891, 1866-04-05


soon brought her to, and we were
once more alone with the bearer Of
the note, which ran as follows:
TREDGAR HALL.
'Mr. Francis Tredgar presents
his compliments to Miss Webster,
and begs to state that he must de-
cline the fuliillment of his promise
to make her his wife. The unhap-
py circumstance of Miss Webster's
public arrest, on the charge Of be-
ing in possession of a diamond ring
stolen by her former lover, will at
once account to her for this decis-
ion Mr.. Tredgar's wife must be
above suspicion.
Mr.. Tredgar begs also to inform
Miss Webster that the services Of
my solicitor, Mr.. Blake (the bear
err, are at her disposal
We'll, Mr.. Blake said l, you see
we shall not require your services (;
/ shall wait the event, and, if not
cleared up, shall employ my own
solicitor IN the matter, Will you
present my kind regards to Mr..
Francis Tredgar, and express my
own and my nieces admiration of
his gentlemanly courtesy and kind
nesss | would write to him if | did
not consider that a correspondence
with such q miserable, cowardly
scoundrei was too utterly degra-
ding to be thought OF "
Il shall faithfully convey your
message, sir, and allow me to as
sure you that | was quite ignorant
Of the contents of the letter, and
that it shall be the last time | ever
bear one for him; and now as you
will not let me help you as his So
licitor, allow me to proA;er my SER
vices as a friend.'
with all my heart, Mr.. Blake ;
comein here a few minutes before
the train comes in, and we shall be
glad Of your help
WAS l not right, uncle dear?'
said Clara as soon as we were alone.
'Oh! you can't tell how happy |
4 am / can live now. o this. glori-
Gus mistaketit's the most tfortu-
nate thing that has happened to
me in all my life. Now, YOU are
glad, uncle, aren't youH and she
came up to me,
with all hopes torches lit in her eyes
and kissed me, and would have me
speak.
Yes, darling, / am glad-more
glad than / can find words to tell.
Your fate linked with such man as
this scoundrel would have been
living death. | am heartily glad,
Clara.
This way, sir. The young per-
son is in my house; she gave her
word not to attempt to leave; the
old gentleman is with her.
This we heard through the door
as the. station-master came along
the passage. Our friend Mr.. Blake
had arrived some time before.
The statlon-master entered, and
behind him a tall, broad-shouldered
man, with bushy beard and NOUS
taches concealing all the lower part
of his face.
will you have a light, sir? said
the station-master to the officer.
Thank you, no.
Clara started at the sound Of the
voice, and laid her hand on mlne.
Now my good man. began Mr..
Blake, perhaps you'll explain this
matter; you telegraphed down
from London to stop this young la
dy aud here she is. Now, if you
please, explain
This gentleman said to the Of
Icer, is my nlece's legal anuVlSe.
assume it as mistake, still, we
shall be glad of your explanation.
You are detective, Lpresume"
'No sir, l am not. my name is
Herbert! Herbert! my dear Her
bert, it is your
Clara had gone to him, and he
was clasping her in his strong arms,
while her face was hid in his great
beard
MY own! my darling! my own
true darling-she loves me still
But why describe their meeting.
Mr.. Blake said to me at once:
MY dear sir, 1 am not wanted
here, and doubt if you are and
we left.
In half an hour we thought it
possible that we might be less in
the way, and we went in. They
sat on the sofa at suspiciously
great distance from each other, and
looked as hanpv and foolish as nos