The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-12-29

visited us atstated seasons, once or twice
. week, but he never brought any OF his
family to call upon us. / doubt if his ar
istocratic relatives even suspected the ex
istance of the faded wife and son Of
whom he was secretly ashamed have
good reason to believe that he had fine
lodgings at the West End, where ne was
supposed to be bachelor, and that ,he
went into fashionable society, while my
poof mother and / lived obscurely. He
was profigats and roue, but he had
an air Of fashion that awakened ily boy
ish admiration, and aroused my mothers
afectionate pride in him. She was al
ways pleading TO be introduced to his
relatives, aud to have her sen publicly
acknowledged. But my father always
put her off, saying that he was not yet
ready Worn out and despniring, my
mother died when was ten years old"
Again the wind Shrek ed past, again
tue little vessel lurched, the sea sweeping
her deck
The Captain screamed his orders to
his men, and for few minutes disorder
reigned.
"A nasty bit of weather !" said Low
der. !" And bad skyr
Eyes, but I've seen as bad" returned
Tressilian I'VE shall make port all
toward the Cape di Gallo. And 1's on
| ly seven miles from the Cape to Palermo =
| But the seven miles in this storm are
worse than seventy IN good weather.
These coasts are dangerous, Tressilian.'
Lowder shuddered az he surveyed sea
and sky.
"But about your father, Jasper ~ said
Tressilian, who had become deeply inter
ested in his companions story. !" What
did he do after your mothers death p
81 remained at the old lodgings with
our single oid servant month or more,
my father visiting me several times, and
expressing anxiety as to what he should
do with me- A week after my mothers
DEATH he told me that his brother was
dead. A month later his father was
killed by being thrown from horse.
My father came into riches and honors
by these deaths. At last deciding to rid
himself of me, he took me down to
Brighton, to my old grandmother, Her
sons were dead she had given up keep
ing dodgers, and was grown misery. lie
promised her FIVE hundred pounds year
to keep me, and keep also the secret of
my paternity, solemnly promising TO ac-
knowledge me some day rs his son and
heir. The old woman agreed to carry
out his wishes. She would have done
anything for money never saw my
father again. went to school, grew up,
and At the age of twenty one came into
my grandmother's money, the fruits OF
years of saving, she dying at that time.
My father had deliberately abandoned
me. did not know where to seek him,
II had wished to. | took my money
and came abroad l had been two years
on the Continent, and had spent my little
fortune when | met you. The rest you
know"
AN odd, romantic storyl But why
did your father abandon you?
That he might be freed of encum
brance to make a grand marriage. From
what my grandmother said at different
times conclude that my father was in
love with a titled lady before my
mothers death Ne doubt he married
this lady If he lives, this lady's son
may be his acknowledged heir. My
father has utterly disowned the son of
his first hasty, i'll starred marriage. [
have d fancy that shall meet him some
day." and Jasper's brow darkened to
deeper blackness However, stand
no chance of ever receiving justice at his
hands"
+" What is your fathers name, Jasper"
asked Tressilian.
Lowder's face darkencd. He bit his
lip savagely.
"What have told you about myself /
learned from my own observation, or
from chance words Of my parents and
grandmother. Ny mothers maiden name
was jeanette Lowder. At our London
lodgings, my father bore the name of
Lowder. I don't know his real name,
but | should know his face anywhere,
although | have not seen him for thir-
teen years. My mother was actually
married, Tressilian, but never heard my
fathers name. The Clergyman who
married my mother was dead the wit
nesses 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 mumblings was the
name Of Deyereux. I shall never for
get that name" DKvEREUxi Proba
bly, that was my fathers name-my own
rightful name. But as / should never
find him if / sought him, and as he
would repulse me if did find him, II
stand no chance of inheriting his proper
~. He may be dead. He may have
other sons who have succeeded him. It
is all mystery, but the prominent truth
is that am an outcast, poor, disowned
and friendless."
He leaned over the bulwark, the spray
dashing over his face violently.
Tressilian'S heart warmed to him.