The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-01-23


enough Of the French accent in it
establish his nationality.
A half hour later and the siste
were sitting beneath atree with Lou
Bernler telling them the story of b
In one of the houses in the on
skirts of Hereford, Louis Berni,
mad found temporary home wit
a stout yeOman named Perry Hawk
mere were many reasons why b
desired Obscurity at that momen
and not the least of which was /
Keep his father, the Count. in ignoI
ance OF his whereabouts. He there
lore gave an assumed name wbe
occasion required it, and had M
Augusta boldly charged him as he
ling the son of Count Bernier an,
having to fly his country, it is probs
ble he never would have reyeaIe,
himself. But the positive and unex
pected manner of Augusta Tiptol
had taken him at a Disadvantage
and he surrendered at discretion on
y stipulating that if they ever me
In the presence of others they shout,
know him as Mr.. Lewis.
Shortly after the event Just mar
rated, a young man named Lewis
appeared at the bank of Mr.. Tiptor
and deposited several Thousand
pounds,at the sametime presenting q
letter of Introduction from one o.
his London friends, who spoke OF
Lewis as the son of distinguished
gentleman, residing abroad. The
banker offered Mr.. Lewis the hos
pitality Of his house, and invited
him to dine.
LeWis's complexion was habitually
pale, but on the present occasion Il
was whittier than usual, and the new
ly healed seam across his forehead
was still visible in a crimson line
His introduction must haved caused
August and Cecily some secret
amusement. Be that as it may, thev
never by look or sign betrayed the
thoughts that passed through their
minds.
Every small community seems to
by afflicted with one or more persons
whose chief business seem to be in
discovering facts regarding their
hitherto unknown, and
then, without the loss of time, pro-
them to the discontinue of
those concerned. In the person of
Tom DeloDg, Hereford had one of
those enterprising individuals. More
over, he was the nephew of Sand
hurst Upton. The banker had for
years set his face against his neph-
ew's manner of life, but as "blood is
thicker than water" he could not
cast of his dead sisters child, so
Tom had a carte blanche to his un-
ele's house, where he never failed to
his aunt and her husband
by his slang of the race course and
prize-ring-in his estimation two of
most valuable institu-
tions.
Mr.Tipton was sitting in his room
at the bank when Tom entered.
"Good day, uncle" he said, fling
ing himself down earelessly on a
sofa.
Mr.. Upton raised his eyes, and
welcomed his nephew in a common
place way.
"WhO was that fellow you had up
to the house to dinner the Other
day?"
81 am not aware that 1 had any
fellow answered the banker, with
some severity of tone.
sob, you object to the term, you
doT" replied Tom; "let me qualify
by calling him chap
"Quite as Objectionable as your
previous expression, sir" responded
his uncle. eff you refer to Mr.. Lewis,
who has deposited in this bank, and
who brought me a letter of intro
duction from my friend, Colonel
Branford. l request you to speak
of him with more respect"
''Branford! BranfOrdp replied
Tom, "Why that is the,name of the
shooter who used TO stop with you
so often a few years ago. By JbEe,
1 knew I had heard the name some
you noticed his death in the
Mail"
Mr.. Upton started from his seat
and grasped the paper. Sure enough
Col. Branford had fallen dead at his
Club. Verdict. apoplexy. So sud
den was the news that the banker
felt sick and was obliged to swal-
low some wine. Branford and him.
self had been school fellows; in q
few days he was to have seen him.
"What were you going to say re-
garding Mr.. Lewis, ThomasP said
the banker.
81 was simply going to state that
l have good reason to doubt that he
is what he represents himself, and
perhaps if 1 give you my reason
you'll come down from that high
horse you are on and listen with
more attention to what / have to say.
Please tell me the day Mr.. Lewis, as
you call him, dined with you"
'Let me see," replied the banker,
running the days over in his mind,
'It was Friday last week"
Friday is an unlucky day to bet
on a horse, whatever it may be on a
man. Friday week, eh? Well Uncle
Sand, for a week or more previous
to his introduction to my cousins,
they had met him every few days,
and as far as they were concerned I
don't think an introduction was at
all necessary"
"HoW dare you make such an as
sertiOnp cried the banker, spring
ing to his feet, and confronting his
nephew, with face alternately white
md red.
because I interrupted the meet
ing myself" "sreplied Tom, with the
utmost GOODNESS; Sand I dare assert
that I know to be true; but
f you don't believe it, why, of course,
t don't make any difference to me.
and he arose to leave.
@Stay," responded his uncle, "tell
ne all about it."
Tom seated himself again, and
rave a detailed account Of the times
le had seen Augustus and Cecily
meet Lewis. Each time they met