Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1871-01-11

lIowder. "And bad sky y
'Ycs, but I've seen as bad" foturn-
cd Trcssilian. "We shall make port
all right, never fear, We must be
well on toward the Cape di Gallo
And it's only seven miles from the
Cape TO Palermo"
"But the seven miles in this storm
areworsc than seventy in goodweather.
These coastsare dangerous, Tressilian"
Lowder shuddcred as he surveyed
sea and sky.
"But about your father, Jasper 2"
said Trcssilian, who had become deep
ly interested in his companions story.
"what did he do after your moth
cr's death 2"
~ remained at the old lodgings
with our single old servant month
~ 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 his horse. Ny father
came into riches and bonors by these
deaths. At last, deciding TO rid him
self of me, he took me down to Brigh-
ton, to my old grandmother. Her
sons were dead she had given up
keeping dodgers, and was grown miser-
ly. He promised her five hundred
pounds a 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 any.
thing 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 al
that time. My father had deliberate
ly abandoned me. ! did not know
where to seek him, if had wished TO-
] took my money and came abroad
! bad been two years on the Cont
nent, and had spent my little fortune
when met you. The rest you know
"An odd, romantic story But why
did your father abandon you z"
"That he might be freed of encum
brance to make a grand marriage
From what my grandmother said Al
different times, ] conclude that my
father was in love with titled lady
before my mothers death. No donbr
he married this lady. If he lives, thi'
lady's son may be his acknowledged
heir. My father has utterly disowneC
tho son Of his first hasty, ill-starreC
marriage. have fancy that shal
meet him some day" and Jasper
hrow darkened to deeper blaekncss
"lIowever, | stand no chance of ovel
receiving justice at his hands"
"What is your fathers name, JAS
perr' asked Tressilian.
Lowder's face darkened lie bit hi
lip savagely.
"What have told you abunt my
self learned from my own obscrva
tion, or from chance words Of my par
ents and grandmother. My mothcri
maiden name was jeanette Lowder
At our London lodgings my fathel
bore tho name of Lowder. ! don
know his real name, but | shoult
know his face anywhere, although
have not seen him in thirteen years
I My mother was actually y married, Tres
slian, but ! never heard my father
name. The clergyman who marie,
my mother was dead the witnesse
also. When my grandmother wa
dying she tried to tell mo the story
She had put it off too long. All tha
could understand of her mumbling
was the name Of Dcvereux. ! shal
never forget that namc-'DEvEREUXl
Probably that was my fathers nam,
my own rightful name But as
should never find him if | sought him
and as no would repulse me if di,
find him, | stand no chance Of inner
iting his property He may be dead
He may have other sons who hav
succeeded him. 1t is all a mystery
but the prominent truth is that am al
outcast, poor, disowned and friendless
He leaned over the bulwarl, th
spray dashing over his face violently
Tressilian's heart warmed TO him
"My poor friend~ he said "Mus
: | say again you are not friondlos
, while | live, Ny father has in6uenc
enough TO obtain for you q govern
mcnt appointment. This tanglc ma,
straighlen itself out some day. Bu
if it don't, you are rcsoute enough t
make your own happiness"
, lie grasped Lowder's hand, an,
! looked with warm bright eyes, full {
I. symathy, into Lowder's lowering face
D There had been a temporary lull i
{ the storm. But as the two stood thort
| the tempest revived and swept owe
, the wild sea in maddened rage.
There was no time for talking now
. The wind rose so high that word
would scarcely have been distinguish
f ed. The storm that had gone bclor
had been but play to this awful on
D burst. The vessel drove on, creakin
a and groaning, mere cookie shell o
tho pillows.
"Mothor of Mercies p waited th
e captain. ats all up with us, sil
/. nores. ] can't make out the Capo !
this darkness We shall 60 on tn
rocks. St Anthony save US !"
i The two yonng Englishmen, con
d pretending their peril clnsped hanc
? in silence.
!, For the next few minutes ii SCENE
r that a Pahdemonium reigned.
n Then "A noise like the report Of
!. cannon suddenly doomed through III
II storm and the darkness. The litlI
Q vessel shivered, staggered, and career
d cd upon her side.
c She had struck upon q rock.
G A moment later crew and passcl
d gers were struggling in the waters.
:, A few moments of buffetings IN
}. tossings, of vain struggles and agol
a lied, involuntary prayer, and the
Il Jasper Lowder felt his senses slip iroI
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