The Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1870-1875, 1870-12-28

| did your father abandon yoU2n
That be might be freed OF eneum
| bTance to make a grand marrisgs
| From what my grandmother said a
different times. / conclude that M
father was 10 love with q titled iadl
/ before my mothers death. No doub
he married this lady. IF he lives
this lady's son may be his ackuoWl
edged heir. My father has utterly
I disowned the son Of his FIRST hasty
Ill starred marriage. L have a fanol
I that [ shsH meet BIN some day, ahC
/ Jasper's brow darkened TO deeper
blaekness. However, [ stand nC
chance Of ever receiving justies at hiE
/ hands.
What IS your fathers name. JAS
peri" asked Tressilian.
Lowdor's face darkeued. He biz
/ his LIP savsgely.
! What I have told you about my
I self 1 learned from my own obser7a-
/ ton, or from chance words Of my par
ents ard grandmother. Ny mother s
maiden name was Jeanette LoWder.
At our London lodgings. ny father
bore the name Of L0WdeE I don
know his real name, but / should
know his face Anywhere, although I
have not seen him IL thirteen years.
My mother was actually married.
Tressilian, but [ never heard my
fathers name The clergyman who
married my mother was dead; the
Witnesses also. When my grandmother
was dying she tried to tell me the
story. She had put it off too long. All
that | could understand of her mum
blings was the name of Devereux. I
shall never forget that name
'DEVEREUXP Probably that was my
fathers name-my own rightful name.
But as l should never fnd him if
sought him, and as he would repulse
me if l did find him, l stand no
chance of inheriting his property,
He may be dead. He may have other
sons who have succeeded him, Il is
all a mystery, but the prominent truth
is that [ am an outcast, poor, dis
owned and friendless."
He leaned over the bulwErk, the
spray dashing over his face violently.
Tressilian's heart warmed to him.
My poor friendl'' he said. Must
L say again you are rot friendless
while l live. Ny father has influence
enough to obtain for you a govern
ment appointment. This tangle may
straighten itself out some day, but if
it don't, you are resolute enough to
make your own happiness"
he grasped LoWder's hand, and
looked with warm bright eyes, full Of
sympathy, into LoWder's lowering
face.
There had been temporary IuIl in
the storm. But as the two stood
there, the tempest revived and swept
over the wild sea ia maddened rage.
There was no time for talking now.
The wind rose so high that words
would scarcely have been distin-
gulshed. The storm that had gone
before had been but play to this awful |
outburst. The vessel drove on, creak-
ing and groaning, mere cockle-shell |
on the pillows.
Mother of Merciesl" walled the |
captain. It's all up with US, sig |
nores. | can't make out the Cape in |
this darkness. We shall go on the |
rocks. st. Anthony save us!"
Inc seamen echoed his cries.
The two young Englishmen, COM
pretending their peril, clasped hands |
IN silence.
For the next few minutes it seemed |
that Pandemonium reigned.
Then a noise like the report of a
cannon suddenly doomed through the
storm and the darkness. The little /
vessel shiYered, staggered. and ca
reened upon her side.
She had struck upon q rock.
A moment later crew and passen-
sers were struggling in the water.
a few moments of bnffetinRs and
zed, involuntary prayer, and then
asper LoWder felt his senses slip from
aim, aud became unconscious.
When he came to himself, he was
ying upon a rocky beach of the SiciI-
an shore, core. bruised, and weak as
child.
He opened his eyes. The wind had
pent its fury, and now moaned along
he coast with a desolate, despairine
vail. The waves beat against the
'Oeks.
= or struggled to his elbow.
Wreekedl' he muttered Il am
,ast ashore, while the others are
lrownedl Oh, this is terriblel I
nave lost my best friend tonight"
He moaned and wrung bis hands.
He is dead, who would have done
10 much for me, and I so worthless
I'M savedl All my hopes of an easy
md luxurious life must be resigned
lowp'
At that moment he beheld a dark
object at a little distance in the water.
The waves hurled this object against
he projecting head of sunken rock.
At the same instant Lowder reeog-
lized it as the body of man.
He crept toward it. and the waters
dashed the body on the shore at his
eet. He put his hands on the face.
How cold and wet it was! It felt like
he face of a dead mani LoWder's
fingers came in contact with the soft,
ilken mustache, and he knew that
he body was that of Guy Tressilian
Of the five who had stood on the
iloop's deck half hour earlier, these
.wo alone were leftl The captain and
lis crew had found their deaths
among the cruel, yawning waters.
Lowder thrust his hand under the
Taistcoat Of his friend, but he could
lot perceive the beating of his heart.
Despair took possession of him.
'Deadt" he said, shrilly. Dead!
And he would have done so much
.or me if he had lived And his
5ather and the young girl be was to
have married will wait in vain for his
,omingl His place at Tressilian
Court is empty. Who can fill it?"
1t seemed to him that some demon
1t his side echoed the question:
Who could fill the place left Uacant
BIZ noble Guy 1ress6li0n?
A thought came to him-a thought
so strange and sinister that he shiv-
cred involuntarily. Again he felt of
Tressilian's heart. 1t gave no throb
against his hand. He passed his
hand over TressiIian's head, and dis
covered gaping wound in the skull.
The hair was elotted with blood.
Putting his hand into his breast
pocket, Lowder drew out his little
water proof match-safe. He opened
it with trembling fingers and struck a
light. The red flicker danced on
young Tressilian's face.
How CHASTITY and terrible it looked
The eyes we're closed, the smile was
gone. The seal of death seemed set
on the noble features.
Lowder examined the wound. Ii
had been made by contact with the
sharp rock, and even LoWder per.
ceived its terrible character.
IF be is not dead, he soon will be-"
he muttered. His brain has received
an awful injury. He will never know