Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1871-01-04

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HE Is the noblesi nan in the world
/ he will welcome my friends a. hIs our
You will love him, jasper, As | do vhel
you knoE him."
lie dosca't SEEN very aheciionaie,
remarked I.oEder. "You have been ava.
from your home for Eve years and be ha
bat Just recalled you"
Young Tresilian's cheeks flushed a
I.owder saw in the lurid glow that mo
meuiarily lighted up the iemPes'uOui
scene.
"You know, or can guess. the reason
Jasper" he said, with something Of Al
effort. "My father has a ward, the daug
ter Of an old frieul.-Ah hear that wine
shreak. The gale is increasing"
"Yes" assented LoWder. And III,
ward is Miss Irby-the golden-haired
Blanche Of whom you have talked Il
much, aud with whom you have exchanged
letters ?"
"Yes My father formed project tC
have me marry Blanche. lie did not wish
US to grow up together, lest We should
learn to regard each other as brother and
sister. Nhen Blanche came to live at
the Court my father sent Inc to Germany,
The night before left home, he called
me into his library and told me all bis
hopes aud plans for my future, aud en-.
treated me to continue worthy Of his iuno-
cent ward, and to keep my heart pure for
her. | have done so, Jasper. | have new
err yet loved any womrn. And yesterday |
received nay fathers summons TO come
home. He has recalled me after FIVE years
of absence. know the wish that lies
nearest his hoart. He wants me to re-
turn aud marry Blanche. | shrink from
the proposed marriage. | dread going
home. And | dread offending my dear
father, whom | love better than any wom-
an. 1t is hard, Jasper, to revolt against
the hopes and plans of a kind and gener-
Gus father, whose very love for me causes
him to urge on this marriage"
ais it?" said Lowder dryly, and with
strange smile full Of sneering bitterness.
my experience has been widely different
from yours, Tressiian. Did l ever tell
you of my father?"
"No. | took it for granted that he
was dead"
"Perhaps he is. | don't know" said
Lowder, with a reckless laugh. "But if
he is living, he is a scoundrel Don't start,
Tressilian, at my un6lial speech. wait
till you hear my story. am in despe-
rate mood tonight. This storm stirs up
all the bad within me. AS nearly as |
can discover my father was the younger
son of a proud old country family"
You do not know, then ?" asked Tress-
ilian, pressing his companions hand.
81 have no proofs of it. All l posi-
lively know is this. My mother was of
humble station, pretty, with blue eyes
and an apple-blossom face, and tender,
appealing ways. She was the daughter
Of a widow, residing at Brighton. The
widow, my grandmother, kept lodging.
house, and my father, a gay dasbing
young fellow, came to lodge with, her
As might have been expected, he fell in
love with his landlady's daughter. He
offered the young girl marriage, on condi-
ton that the union should pc kept secret
until his affairs frightened and he chose
to diyulge it. the young girl loved him.
Her mother was ambitious aud penurious.
The result was the lover had it all his
own way, and married the daughter of
his landlady quietly, almost secretly.
Then he took his bride to London, to
cheap and obscure lodgings, where year
later l was born"
The wind for moment drowned his
voice. AS it presently lulled, he resumed
recklessly, and with passionate bitterness /:
"For years my mother and lived in
those stuffy, obscure lodgings until her
bloom had faded, and she had grown thin
and wan and nervous. My father visited
us at stated seasons, once or twice week,
but he never brought any of his family to
call on us. doubt if his aristocratic rel
atives even suspected the existauce of the
faded wife ard son of whom he was secret
y ashamed. l have good reason to be-
lieve that he had fine lodgns at the West
End, where he was supposed to be bach
elor, and that he went into fashionable
society, while my poor mother and lived
obscurely. He was prohigate and a
roue, but he had an air of fashion that
awakened my boyish admiration, and
arosed my mothers affectionate pride in
him. She was always pleading to be in
troduced to his relatives, and to have her
son publicly acknowledged. But my faith
er always put her off, saying that he was
not yet ready. Worn out and despair
ing my mother died when | was ten year
DID,"
Again the wind shreakd past again the
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 Lowder,
"And bad sky !"
Eyes, but I've seen as bad" returned
Tressilian. ave 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 Palermo"
"But the seven miles in this storm are
worse than seventy in good weather. These
coasts are dangerous, Tressilian"
Lowder shuddered as he surveyed sea
and sky.
"But about your father, Jasper 2" said