The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-03-08

that she knew OF whom he was going to
speak" you have heard how brxvely and
pc ,cefnlly our father died? Well, even in
this world there is such thing As rstribu.
ton. thought that, i'll thought moth
ing else, as | stool by the death bed OF III E
ma" ~ho kills.l hun
Margaret thought it too, as the dainty
muslin she was henming tell from her lap
to the floor unhetded. She, too. remem.
bered all she had heard OF the father whose
existence faded 20 early out OF her own
OF his stainless lie and honorable death. a,
contrasted with the life and death OF ii 3
man who murdered him. For even the
world, usually so lenient in such matters.
held Henry Tyrrell as guilty OF the blood
Of Albert Churchill as if be had stabbed
him with dagger in the darkness OF the
uight. 1t is true that the affair had taken
the form OF duel, but it had been pre-
faced by the most unmerited insult. and
there had been enough unfairuess in it's
actual arrangement to set black mark
on the survivor to the day of his death.
This death caused deep and wide
spread sensation in the community where
II occurred. Unpopular as he was Henry
TYRE" mad been a man OF great wealth,
ana consequently OF great influence; hence
MS death could not be other than An event
OF Importance. Nobody regretted him
nobody gave tear, or even so much as n
sigh to his memory-but still everybody
feit interested in the matter, as people will
feel when there is a million or two or
property In question. The dead man,
",'e mad preceded him long before 10 the
o'her world his only sou was absent. so
mere was not single kindrer, fac. around
the death bed where Hugh ChurcbiI had
STOOL and this in itself is always pathetic
even where such man as Henry Tyrr-u
Is concerned. With regard to his heir and
successor little was known. From .or,.
cause or other, young Tyrrell had never
'ahc'ed his native place, and ever since he
attained to mans estate his visits thor.
had been few and far between. PeopIe
SAID that the father and son did NOT " ,e,
0" very well, but this was mere coniec.
lure; for their intercourse, as far a. the
world knew, had always been cordial in
'he extreme, and, those who knew hes,
said, warmly affectionate.
Society at large. however, was rather in.
credulous of this, and many curious ol,nc.s
were bent on Roland Tyrrell as Ia. stood
by his fathers grave and watched m.
cIodT OF earth fall heavily upon his coffin
Tie looked very pale-ghastly pale, in fact
MS everybody observed; but he was re- o.
Iutely composed Not tear sprany into
the large dark eyes bent steadfastlv down
ward, not qniver came to the sternlv
compressed lips He hardly assumes n
"e'ent appearance OF grief said the ma
JoH'y OF lookcrs-on, Indignantly. But
'here were others whose gaze pierced below
the surface, and more than one OF these
'eIt strangely touched by the mute sufer.
ing stamped Oh the young man. face
ihey, IN turn, wondered little. and said
TO each other, "Strange he should crievs
so much for such fatherw But they
looked at him with respectful symvatbv
watching HIM rs he turned at last from
the newly-heaped pile OF earth. ms h,
crossed the church-yard, passing directly
10y the spot where Albert Churchill had
lam for many years, and drove away alone
to his desolate home.
A few days after the funeral, Hugh and
Margaret Churchill were the REGIMENTS Of
an unexpected and startling surprise. A
letter from the lawyer OF the late Mr.. TYR.
rell formally notified them that the sum of
fifty thousand dollars, having been he
qneathsd them 10y the will of the deceased
had been placed to their credit by his
executor, aud awaited their orders After
the frat shock Of amazement-of ALSO.
lately incredible surprse-was over. il
would be hard to SAY with how ranch Of.
Indignation this information was received
by E, at least Of the parties concerned
For time lIugh's rage was almost mar
it broke forth beyond all
bounds
Was the old villain mad, or was itonly
the devils own malice which made him
leave ~ such a po-thumous insultY' he
cried, addressing Margaret, who sat with
her eyes fixed on the letter which con
tanned this strange and apparently incom
prehensible intelligence My Cod II he