The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-03-20

orgiye him Y returned George, aOh (! 1
did that in the FIRST place.. .. .s9osib 81 a.
Veil, Geosge,s,.sreturned the doctor, aS1r.
Rowland is, here, will you see him 2" M
''oss biiml See Charles Rowland? OF
cours1 4 will" ;..f, 5ot.aa. I'll agst 1lt
IS Ths door was opened aud Mr. Rowland en-
torcf. He was an elderly gentleman, but hale
and hearty. 4. tss..ts,l a Aa ruas
Tho old man aud the young one shook
hands, and then inquired after each others
Ihealtk. -..s..a. s~o-----
q ..You received o note from me some two
years ago. said Mr.. Rowland, ain which
stated that one in whom trusted had got your
money, and mine with it."
Yes, sir" whispered Bonton.
Well" resumed Mr.. Rowland, "Dr. Mel
sillswas the man. He had your moucy, aud
believe he has got it yet" ,.
..HowS WhatW sgaspcd George, gasing
from one to the other in blank astonishment
'.s"lIold on, my boy, said the doctor, while
thousand emotions seemed at work within his
bosom. ~ was the villain. 1t was / who got
Jour meney. worked your ruin, my boy.
Andsrow listen, and 1 will tell you why:
Il saw that you were dying. Your father
died of the same disease. A consumptiss was
upon him-not a regular pulmonary affection;
but wasting away Of the system for the want
Of proper, wholesome food aud physical exer-
else. The mind was wearing out the body.
The soul was slowly, but surely eating its way
from the cords that bound it to tho earth.
knew that you could be cured; and knew,
too, that the only thing in the world which
could cure you was to throw you upon your
own physical resources for livelihood. There
was morbid willingness of the spirit to pass
away. You would have died ere you would
have made an exertion, from the fact that you
looked upon cxertion worst than death. It was
q strange state of botlrmind and. 2dy. Your
l:fort slie was ample aud rendered work unneces.
sssssk 20 there gas no hope while that fortune
rennincd. Had it been wholly bodily mala
dG, l could have argued you iuto necessary
work for a cure. And, on the other hand, had
1t boon wholly mental disease, might have
driven your body to lclp your mind. But both
were weak, and l knew that you must either
work or die. preferred that you should d.
, the former
And now, my boy, I'll tell you where my
nope lay. l knew that you possessed such
true pride of Independence, that you would
work. | saw MIR. Rowland, aud told him my
plans. assured him that if VIC could con-
trive to get you 80 sea for year OF two, and
make you start out into active life, for the sake
of life, ycu could be saved. He joiued me at
once. l took your money aud his, and bid
him clear out You know the rest. And now
tell me, my boy, if give you back your for
tune, will you forgive me 7"
Forgive you Doctor !? yes, with, all my
heart; for have you not taught me the necssi-
ty and nobility of labor?'
II hope continued the Doctor 1.-The lesson
you have learned will not soon be forgotten
Your money is saie-eycry penny of ito the
amount of one hundred aud twenty thousand
dollars. Poor Rowland has suffered much In
knowing how you looked upon him but /
know that he is amply repaid by the sight of
your noble, powerful frame, as he sees il to-
night"
1t was a full hour before all the questions Of
the happy friends could be asked and answered;
and when the doctor and Rowland had been
forgiven aud blessed, for the twentieth time,
Mr.. Wilton, who had only been let into the &C.
cret that evenings said, "Wait !"
He left the room, and when he returned he
led sweet Mary by the hand, looking, if posi-
Bile, more lovely than ever.
A few words suficcd to cxpla:a to her he
ruin which had been practiccd upon her lover
r. the Doctor and Mr.. howla.si aud While
she rejoiced at tho sudden turn which had TAX.
en- place in Mr.. Bonton's prospects, she re
gretted that the return of his fortune would
deprive her Of the romantic privilege of mar.
rying man who earned his living by honest
labor. Late in the evening, after the hearts oil
our friends had fairly began TO grow tired OF
joy. George asked asked Mary how much
longer she was willing to wait"
Her heart was too full for utterance, bu,
turning her face to his, with IA beaming smile
| and sparkling eyes, which spoke more eloouent