The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-11-29

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asked Mrs. Dormer, drying her eye
yet still weeping; "am I to tell hiI
Iyes, or MOP he has come for his
nal answer to-day, and I dare nc
put him of any longer"
81 cannot mamma, till have sec
George" sobbed Lefty. aIfit is on
~ a question Of this money, Georg
may help us. So long as / though
yon wanted me to marry for settle
ment only, I did not mind refusins
you; and I could not put George for
ward; / could only remain true Il
him, and hope for the future; but /
1t is money, that can be paid of
mamma, If he can raise the sum Vol
want, viii not this set you free, viii
not you release meP'
Certainly, if 1 could get out O
the msn's debt I would not pres
you mydear. But it would be suci
a splendid provision for youP' sale
Mrs. Dormer, regretfully, looking
bsck at the flesh pots. "You mus
come yourself now Lefty; I dare mo-
face him alone any more. All, my
child, you little know what nv life
has been Of late between you both
she added, shuddering.
II will go with you, mamma, said
Lefty, resolutely. "From me, at least
he shall learn the truth"
And they went together arm-in.
arm; the two had been so long
estranged suddenly become friends.
81 augur well from this happy
companionship," said Mr.. Mounsey,
gallantly as the women entered the
room. Is my term of probation at
last come to an endp'
This last was addressed to LEFTY.
with tender air that accorded iii
with his fierce and fervid face.
81 have just heard that mamma
owes you money" said Lefty plung-
ing into the heart Of the matter at 8
bound.
"a mere nothing, my dear
"Don't call me dear, sirl" inter
rupted Lefty, angrily.
Indeed absolutely nothing-not
so much as cobWeb between Mrs.
DOrmsr and her son-in-lsw; rather a
large sum, 1 coufess, between Mrs.
Dormer Of the Cottage and Mr.
Mounsey Of Mounsey Park. You
see I am q man of business, nv dear
young lady-pardon the slip, it would
come-and though prepared to dc
all that is handsome by my relations
not prepared to give away my money
to individuals who have no claim on
me. Don't you see the Justice OF
this for yourselfS"
Yes, said Lefty, ,straightly. aThen
the whole thing is a mere mstter OF
money. III can get this loan OF
yours to mamma paid of, I shall
hold myself free from the promise
she has made for me. IF I can.
not" o
'This, my charming Lefty, will be
a receipt in full Of all demands in.
terrupted Mr.. Maunsey, taking her
hand in his and forcibly kissing it
She wiped it with her handkerchiet
immediately after, with an air of dis,
gust, and the mans fierce face took
a dark look it was well she did moi
see.
At this moment there passed the
window which gave on to the drive
q group of four; two Of them were
men, and two were women. The
men we're the Cobbolds, old and
young VIII, both dressed in thei1
Sunday best, and both sober, which,
for the elder Of the two, was a blessed
privilege becoming daily rarer. The
women we're Mrs.J0nes from Wales.
and her daughter Mary. The front
toor stood open, as is so often the
case in the oOu try, where there is
neither fear nor danger, aud the par
ty entered the hall without knocking
They did, however, knock at the
drawing room door; and then they
all entered.
"Who in Heavens name are Won
all, and what do you want? Cobbold
young Willism!" cried Mrs. Dormer,
angrily.
"Morley Msgnus! brother Morley
Magnusp' said Mrs. Jones, in a tear
full voice, wiping her eyes with her
shawl. And, swell, uncle, and how
are youT said Mary, who was a pert
young woman in her way.
Then Mrs. Jones fell on his neck
and kissed him, and Mary shook his
hand, and shook it heartily, sideways.
"Who are these lunaticsY' said
Mr.. Mounsey, with a fine air Of dis
dain. He did not start nor blush,
nor show any otha1 emotion than
that Of surprise, tempered with pity
and contempt.
"Your own sister, sir" said old
Will, the younger man, and Mary,
with her head in the air, repeated
airily, "Your niece, uncler'
SISTER! I have no sister! Who
dares to say / have a sisterY said
Mr.. Mounsey, fercely.
''Hear to him! Hear to him how
he disowns his own flesh and bloodI'
cried Mrs. Jones, more fearful than
before. "Oh, Morley Magnus, that
ever I should have lived to see this
day. And mother and me has al
ways looked for you to come when
your time was out, and you was q
free man once again; and father
died in trouble, and the bailies took
our houseP'
"Silence you old Witchp' shouted
the owner of MouDsey Park;
but Mary who had a spirit,
flashed out with ''Witch your
self, old man. No one shall miscall
my mother to my face, if he were
twenty times my unclep' And the
two Cobbolds rubbed their hands be-
hind their hats, and looked as if they
liked. Ny word, but she has a spir-
it, Will, whispered the father, with a
grin.
"FineP returned VIII, with an
nod.
Her tone started Mr.. Mounsey in
to sudden reflection.
"There must be some mistake
here" he said in mild tone, turning
to Mrs. Dormer and Lefty, and
in conciliating manner.
@No, ladies, there is not" said Mrs.
Jones. "That man is my own broth
or Rho got into q bit of tronble