Port Royal standard and commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1876-08-31

| you do d1sSuade me, salu Marcus
Whitney. "I need mercy, and I'll
show it, though I'm afraid it is mis-
placed. Thirty-eight years ago, my
brother, standing there, was trustee for
NV portion of our fathers estate. l
was married and away at sea, my wife
and child in his care, as well as the
money that had been left to me. 1 had
been gone for five years, during all of
which time my letters to my wife were
suppressed, and those to me were falsi-
fed. When I came back to Little Sa-
lem it was to find my family all gone.
NY wife had been persuaded of my
death and married with my brother, who
had sold out and gone no one knew
where. From that day to this 1 have
wandered up and down in the land seek
ing my own, till my footsteps were led
hither. Another time will do then,
traitor, to talk of money reparation.
Tell me, now, where is my son 2" This
demand was made in so earnest tone
that it told of no compromise; that
debt, at least, was to be atoned in full.
"I don't know" replied the shrinking
man. He recognized that he might be
forgiven many of the paltry dollars
claimed, but this claim for flesh and
blood would not be forgone jot nor
title"
"You are telling me true ?"
"It is no time to do otherwise now.
When we quarreled I told him he was
no son of mine, and he swore he would
not bear my name; he left, and left no
trace to track him by, though I tried
hard at the time. Some ten years ago 1
heard that he had taken his mothers
name and was calling himself Lambert
Morrison; whether the information was
true or not I cannot say; but, true or
false, that is the last have ever heard. !"
eco you out into the world and seek
my boy till you find him; seek as I
sought you. in poverty, hunger, dirt,
sorrow and madness, for weary, weary
years. Bring him to me only and I'll
forgive you every penny that you
wrosged me Of" The father spoke, and,
speaking, told the sole object of his
life's secret. Money is nothing to man
going down to the grave, bnt love and
kin all.
"Already the bread has returned" /"
said the farmer, OBTAINING Asahel Pen:
cost, who was turning to leave the
house. "Your son, he continued, ad-
dressing the invalid on the sofa, "is in
New York, if Lambert Morrison and the
handsome, bright boy Morris Pencost, I
remember, be one and the same. Wife,
get those letters. 1t was he who nursed
our boy in his last illness and closel his
eyes, 1 might have known it. They were
playfellows, and he would not see his
friend suffer uncared for. and he had too
sorrowful remembrances to allow him
to disclose his identity to us in Wayne" l"
The farmer was right, and within ten
days the missing son was clasped in his
fathers arms and bore the third name
of his life, the right one, at last-Lam-
bert Morrison Whitney.
The fall of the proud squire was gen.
orally hailed in Wayne, for he was one
of those men whose temperament won
few friends, and whose station repelled
them. He received at his brothers
hands enough to yield him modest In
come, and busted himself in the indis-
tinguishable thropg of the great city.
Marcus Whitney lived on in Wayne. and
gladly bestowed his benediction on the
marriage of his son and Farmer Lin
mars only remaining child Marian; that
is, she was "child" to the farmer and
dame, though turned of twenty-si1-and
peace and happiness have crowned the
succeeding days of the warm hearted
people so strangely thrown together.