The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-12-31

.Yes, bnt I've seen as bad" re- /
turned Tressilian. 1--WE shall |
make port all right, never fear.
We must be well on toward the |
Cape di Gallo And it's only sew
en- miles from the Cape to Paler
mo-
'But the seven miles in this
storm are worse than seventy in
good weather. These coasts are
dangerous, Tressilian."
Lowder shuddered as he survey
ed sea and sky.
"Bu. about your father, Jasper?
said Tressilian, who had become
deeply interested in his compan
ions story. "What did he do af
ter your mothers death p
81 remained at the old lodgings
with cur single old servant a
month or more, my father visiting
me several times, and expressing
anxiety as to what he should do
with me. A week after my moth
ers death, he told me that his
UTOtueI was uedu "A HoHGt ineCAs
his father was killed by being
thrown from his horse. Ny 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 grandmoth
err. Her sons were dead; she had
given up keeping dodgers, and was
grown misery. He promised her
five hundred pounds year to keep
me. and to keep also the secret OF
my paternity, solemnly promising
to acknowledge me some day as
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 dy
ing at tina. time. My father had
delit erately abandoned me. l did
not know where to seek him, ii
had wished to. / took my money
and came abroad. ! had been two
years on the Continent. and had
spent my little fortune when ] met
you. The rest you know
IAN odd, romantic story! But
why did your father abandon your
THAT he might be freed of en-
cumbrance to make a grand mar
riage From what my grandmoth-
er said at different times. l con-
clude that my father was in love
with a titled lady before my moth
er's death. No doubt he married
this lady. If he lives, this lady's
son may be his acknowledged heir.
NY father has utterly disowned
the son Of his first hasty. ill-starred
marriage l have fancy that |
shall meet him some day." and
J.sper's brow darkened to deeper
blackness. "However. I stand NO
chance of ever receiving justice at
his ban Isl
| "What is your fathers name,
| Jasper?' asked Tressilian.
Lowder's face darkened. He Bit
his lip savagely-
ssWhat / have told you abou
myself l learned from my own OBJ
| servations, or from chance words
fmy parents and grandmother
NV mothers maiden name was
| jeanette Lowder. At our London
| lodgings, my father bore the name
of Lowder. / don't know his rea
name, but l should know his ia {
anywhere, although l have not
seen him in thirteen years. My
mother was actually married, Trs s
silian, but / never heard my ia
ther's name The clergy man who
married my mother was dead; this
witness also. When my grand
mother was dying she tried to tel
ne the story. She had put it of
too long. All that could under
stand of her mumblings was The
name Of Devereux. l shall neve
forget that name-sDEvEREUX
| Probably that was my father.
name-my own rigntful name. Blu
as l should lever find hi if
sought him, and as be would re-
pulse me if / did find him, l stant
no chance of inher iting his prop
erty. He may be dead. He ma,
have other sons who have succeed
ed him. 1t is all mystery, bn
the prominent truth is that l am a,
outcast, poor, disowned and friend
less"
He leaned over the bulwark, TIL
spray dashing over his face VIC
lently.
/ Tressylian's heart warmed t.
him.
Ny poor friend" he said
Must say again you are no
friendless while live. My fathe
has influence enough to obtain 70
yau a government appointm emf
Tits tangle may straiehten itsel
out some day But if it don't yo'
are resolute enough to make you
own happiness
He grasped Lowder's hand. an
looked with warm bright eyes, ful
10 sympathy, into Lowder's lower
fng face
There had been temporary In
in the storm. But as the two stoo
there, the tempest revived an
swept over the wild sea in MAD
/ dened rage
| There was no time FOR talkin
e now. The wind rose SO high tbs
' words would scarcely have bee
| distin uisbed. The storm thu
G had coma before had been bit