Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1875-07-15

: johnny did? Oh. he often sees throuy u
stone wall. It's true, anyway, Wester
brook Fred never had gun in his
hand that night"
r "Ihen-knowing himself innocent. why
2 on earth does he stay away?"
Johnny thinks he must be dead"
Old Westerbrook gave groan of as.
sent; and his trembling hand unset a
saucerful of coffee on the table-cloth.
Ihey came on to church together arm.in-
arm. Mr.. Holland joined then, and told
the news-Dick Standish was dead: had
died penitent. Penitent, so far as might
De, IN the very short time he had given to
repentance, added the Clergyman.
But the knowing that Fred was innocent
seemed to have renewed his uncle's lease
OF HE. He was altogether a different man.
lhe congregation felt quite electrified by
some words read out by Mr.. Holland be-
fore the General Thanksgiving: .Thom.
as Westerbrook desires to return thanks
TO Almighty God for great mercy vouch-
safed to him." Whispering to one another
~ their pews under cover of the drooped
heads, they asked what it meant, and
whether Fred could have come home. The
report OF Dick Standishs confess sion had
been heard before church; and Gisby and
shepherd got some hard words for having
so positively laid the deed on Fred.
Il declare to goodness | thought It was
Mr; rreu that hred. said Shepherd, earn
estiy. "Mooulight's deceptive. in course:
but know he was close again the gun"
le', he was close against the gun; Dick
Standish had said that much. Mr.. Fred
vas standing next him when he fired: Mr..
FRED had tried TO put out his arm to stop
/ nun, out wasn't quick enough aud called
him villain for doing it.
The Squire made old We.terbrook walk
back to dine with us. Sitting over a plate
OF new walnuts atterward-there was NOT
much time for dessert on SUNDAYS. before
the afternoon servce-rod and / told all
ABOUT freds hiding in the church, and
how he had got away. But we did not s,v
anything OF the money given him BY Edna
Blake; she might not have liked ii. The
squire stared with surprise. aud seemed
uncertain whether to praise us, or To blow
u> sharply up.
shut up in the church for three d,vs
and nights. Nothing to eat, save what
you could crib tor him. Got away at last
IN Mack's smocking-irock and boots,
wen you two are pair OF pretty con.
jurers, !"
God bless EN- both for it." cried Old
WeSterbrook
But they ought to have told me. Won
Know, ,Westerbrook. | could have managed
so much better-helped him off more ef. /
icctual.y."
Tod gave me a Kick under the table. /
lie was nearly splitting at hearing the
Squire say this.
The first thing Mr.. Westerbrook did was
10 insert advertisements in In Times and
other newspapers, about hundred OF
hen' begging and imploring OF his dear
nephew sometimes he worded il hi, ..de1r
ooy To return To him. ALWAYS UNDER
heath TINS advertisement, wherever il an
peared, was inserted another. stating that
the particulars of the poaching afray.
"hiCh LOON place on certain date. (men-
tloning H. were known; that the poacher.
Richard Standish, who shot Walter Gi,by.
had confessed the crime. and thar Gi.6v
had not died of his wounds. but recovered
lrfA Usegp- ibis was done with the view
The advertisements brought forth no an
sSeI of any kind.
The master of the y. ID. farm became
very short with his bailif as time went on.
There was no reason to suppose that Gi>-
by had Intentionally accused Fred OF the
shot; he had really supposed it to come
from Fred; but nevertheless Mr.. We>tcr-
brook took great dislike TO him. and was
very short aud crustv. GiSby did not rel
l>h that, and they had rows pcrpetually.
When we got home for the Christmas hoi-
J.
be long on the y. d. Farm.
Johnny, want TO tell you have had
a letter. From HIM"
The whisper came from Ina Blake. 1t
was Christmas Eve; and we were in he
church. lot of US, sticking the branches
OF holly in the pews. The leaves had new
er seemed so green or the berries so red
Not from Fred:'
Yes. have. 1t came addressed to me
about week ago. with ten-pound Bank
OF England note inclosed. There was on
~ line or two. just saying he had not
been able to return il before, but he hoped
he was at length getting on. and that ii he
did get on. he should be sure 10 write
again later. It was signed +. W. That
was all. Neither his name wa, mention
cd nor mine, nor any address"
Nv here did il come from"
London, think"
From London, Nonsense Edna -
The post-mark was London. You are
welcome TO see the letter. have brought
it with me-"
Drawing the letter from her pocket un-
der cover of her mantle. took il off 10 the
porch. True enough; the letter had un-
doubtedly been posted in London. Calling
Tod, we talked Il little, e,and then told Edna
that We both thought she ought to dis
close this to Mr.. Westerbrook.
Il think so too" she said, 'but should
not Ike TO tell him myself-though his
manner to me lately has been very kind
VIII you tell him, Johnny? | will lend
you the letter to show him. He will be
sure to want to see it.
And he will have TO know about the
gold. Edna. The loan of that night
Yes it can't be helped. l have thought
1t all over, and see that there's no help |
heinz ha al
ludes TO it, you perceive
After that the advertisements were re-
sumed. Mr.. Westerbrook put some solic-
itor III London to woih, and they inserted |
In every Anown paper Also in some of |
the American and Australian papers. In
quiries were made after Fred in London. |
But nothing came OF it.
The months went on. Neither Fred nor
any news of him turned up. That he was
negotiating somewhere beyond the pale of |
civilization, or else was at length really |
dead, appeared to be conclusive
July. At home again for the HOLIDAYS.
Aud the first news we heard was. that Mr.. |
Westerbrook and his bailiff had parted |
company. Gisby had said farewell to the |
n. d. Farm.
In the satisfaction of finding himself sole |
year. and to celebrate Gisbys departure.
Mr.. Westerbrook gave syllabub feast.
inviting to old and young, grown people |
and children. Sylabub feasts were toler- |
ably common with us.
1t was an intensely hot day; the lawn
was dotted with the guests; most of them
had gathered in groups under the trees in
the shade. Old Westerbrook, the Squire
and Mrs. Todhetley, Par rson and Mrs. Hol-
land. and Mr.. Brandon were together un-
der the great horse-chesnut tree. Edna
Blake had (of course) the trouble of the
parsons children, and was talking to her
Little tables, with bowls of syllabus on
them, and cakes and fruit, stood about;
by and by. at sunset or SO, we were to go
to a high tea.
1t was getting on for two years since the
| night of Fred Westerbrook's departure
and Edna was looking five times two years