The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-01-09

he shall learn the truth.
And they went together arm-in-arm;
the two who had been so long estranged
suddenly become friends.
Iaugur well from this happy COM
panionship, 3" said Mr.. Mounsey, gallant
ly as the two women entered the room
Is my term of probation at last come to
an end?" -
This last was addressed to Lefty,
with tender air that accorded Ill with
his fierce aud fervid face. an
ST have just heard that mamma owes
you money" said Lefty plungiRg into
the heart. of the matter at abound
"A mere nothing, my dear"
''Don't call me dear, sirl" ihterrupt-
ed Lefty, angrily..
Indeed, absolutely nothing-nOt so
much as a cobweb between Mrs. Dorm
er and her son-in-law; rather large
SUM, [ confess, between Mrs. Dormer of
the Cottage and Mr. Mounsey of Noun
sey Park You see am a man of bust
ness, my dear young lady-pardon the
slip, it would come-and though pre-
pared to do 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 yourself?''
Yes, said Lefty, straightly. .'Then
the whole thing is a mere matter of
money If L can get this loan of yours
to mamma paid off I shall hold myself
free from the promise she has made for
me- If / cannot-'
"This, my charming Lefty, will be a
receipt in full of all Demands inter
rupted Mr.. Mounsey, taking her hand
in his and forcibly kissing it. She
wiped it with her handkerchief imme-
diately after, with an air of disgust, and
the mans fierce face took dark look it
was well she did not see.
At this moment there passed the win
dow which gave on to the drive, a group
of four; two of them were men, and
two were women. The men were the
Cobbolds, old and young VIII, both
dressed in their Sunday best, and both
sober, which, for the elder of the two,
was blessed privilege becoming daily
rarer. The women were Mrs. Jones
from Wales, and her daughter Mary.
The front door stood open, as is often
the case in the country, where there is
neither fear nor danger, and the party
entered the hall without knocking.
They did, however, knock at the draw
ing room door; and then they all entered.
''Who in Heavens name are You all
and what do you want? Cobboldl young
William cried Mrs. Dormer, angrily-
Morley Magnusi brother Morley
Magnusr" said Mrs. Jones, in fearful
voice, wiping her eyes with her shawl.
And, "Well, uncle, and how are you p
said Mary, who was pert young wo-
man 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 Iunatics 2" said Mr..
Mounsey, with fine air of disdain. He
did not start, nor blush, nor show any
other emotion than that of surprise,
tempered with pity and contempt.
= "'Your own sister, sir, said old Will
MY wife, Mr.. Mounsey," .chimed. IL
the younger man, and Mary, with hel
head in the air, repeated airily, "Youl
niece unclep'
"Sister! have no sisterl Who dares
to say have sister ?" said Mr.. Noun
sey, fercely.
'Hear to him! Hear to him how he
disowns his own flesh and blood!" cried
Mrs. Jones, more tearfully than before
"Oh, Moreley Magnus, that ever
should have-Iived to-see- this dayi And
mother and me has always looked fol
you to come when your time was out
and you was free man once again; and
father died in trouble, and the sbaiIies
took our housep'
g Silence, you old witchi'' shouted the
owner Of Mounsey Park; but Mary, who
had spirit, flashed out with "WitcE
yourself. old man. No one shall mis-
call my mother to my face, if he were
twenty times my uncler' And the two
Cobbolds rubbed their hands behind
their hats, and looked as if they likedit
"My word, but she has spirit
VIII p whispered the father. with grin
Finel" returned Will, with an ap
proving nod.
Her tone started Mr. Mounsey into ,
sudden reflection.
6 There must be some mistake here,
he said in mild tone, turning to Mrs
Dormer and Lefty, and speaking in
conciliating manner
"No, ladies, there is not, said Mrs
Jones "That man is my own brother
who got into bit of trouble when Ia,
was lad, about some sheep as founC
their way to fathers. He was trans
ported, he were, sorry / am to say it
and when his time was out he wrote a
how he had gone farther off to foreigl
parts. But he wrote no more, thOugl
we heard of him, and how he had mad
mines of gold. He left us to starve
we'd a mind He never sent us a ne,
sixpence, or a pair of old shoes, thougl
he knew we were bound TO be IN troubl
when father died. His name is Morel
Magnus Mounsey, ladies. His poo
father, he named him the three Ms al
ter Mr.. Morley-he were the ehenis
and Magnus were the draper of the tow
- who was his godfather, and stood fo
him. And this girl of mine, VIII Col
bold's wife-and good girl she is, an
a tidy wife he have got, though say it
shouldn't, and though she has spir
as would face ion-she's a Mounse
F too. For I kept the old name to hel
rs the Mounseys they were better bloc
than the Joneses; and many's the tim
poor Jones and me have had words o
the same. Hearing from VIII Cobbol
there that you had Morley Magnus her
among You, I made bold to come an
see if be could help me and mine-fc
I am only lone widow, ladies, and ma
be raised VIII and his father bit j
the world Z"