The Morning herald., 1877-04-14
RD AND CREESE.
CHAPTER LvlI.

CHAPTER LVlI. t J
.ed by her vehemence DesPart
from lis abstraction and LOOKED
.r,a to me. said he, as if you wert
a Gus some one for inAicting suf-
. man for whom no suffering car
crest. What! can you think o.
lend a. he lies there in the next
q his agony, dying, torn to piece.
mans agency, and have pity fol
cried Beatrice, he is not my father
Vi.y rompton looked around with star
y and trembled from head to foot.
ns =, moyed-she began to speak but
rds died on her lips.
i father, said Despard, his acts have
~ off from a daughters sympathy.
he h has a fathers feelings, at least
1H dead son. Never shall ! forget his
anguish as he stood on the balcony.
90 was turned this way. He seemed
"e us', tell YOU. cried Despard, harshly,
:. m not vet made atonement for his
This is but the beginning. !
debt of vengeance to extort from
One scoundrel has been handed over
law, another lies dead, another is in
! in the hands of Lapghettis friends,
rbonari. The worst one yet remains:
Ither's voice cries to me day and
from that dreadful ship.
r fathers voice, cried Beatrice: She
at Despard. Their eyes met. Some.
passed between them in that glance
brought back the old, mysteriou
which she had known before. Des-
ose hastily and left the room.
5od's name, cried Brandon, say that
ans Lille was not sought by me, nor
d of any Of his. I will tell you all.
he compassed the death of Uracao,
bm you know, he obtained possession
son, then a mere boy, and carried
way. He kept this lad with him and
ht him up with the idea that he was
Il friend, and that he would one day
him his fathers murderer. After I
myself known to him, he told Vial
was this murderer. Vial tried to
mate me. I foiled him, and could
killed him, but 1 spared his life. I
old him the truth. That is all l have
Of Ofcourse, l knew that Vial would
br vengeance. That was'not my con.
Since Potts had sent him to seek my
pder a lie, I sent him away with
ledge Of the truth. I do not repent
told him nor is there any guilt
liable to me. The man that lies ,tead
is not my victim. Yet if he we're
Beatrice! if he were-what them
that atone for what have suffered? ?
Rther ruined and brokenhearted and
in a poor-house calls to me always
ngeance. Ny mother suffering in the
|ant ship, and dying of the plague
u horrors without q n ,me calls to me.
all, my sweet sister, my pure
-
tth! interrupted Beatrice-Edith
do you not know that7 She was
alive.
Eat! cried Beatrice ; is it possible that
10 not know that she is alive?
I've!
alive; for when I was at Hobby /
er.
kndon stood speechless with sur
pghetti saved her, said Beatrice. His
has charge of her now.
pere, where is she asked Brandon,
s.
q convent at London.
This moment Despard entered.
this true7 asked Brandon, with a
T agitation than had ever yet been
n him-my sister, is 1t true that she
dead?
y true. Ishould have told you, said
frd, but other thoughts drove it from
lnd, and l forgot that you might be
hnt.
~ is it possible ? l was at Quebec
T. | have sought over the world af-
y relatives
|lll tell you, said Despard.
sat down and began to tell the story
tins voyage and all that Langhetti
lone, down to the time'of his rescue Of
Fom death. The recital filled Bran.
Fllh such deep amazement that he
ot a word to say. He listened like
fnpefed.
|ank God !! he cried at last when it was
thank God, I am spared this last
sh; l am freed from the thought
for years has been most intolerable.
memories that remain are bitter
Bh, but they are not so terrible as this.
must see her. I must find her.
Fe isshe :?
IKE yourself easy on that score, said
Prd calmly. She will be here to-
Pw or the day after. I have written
(fn!shetti's sister; she will come, and
Prlng your sister with her.
could have told you SO before, said
ice, but my own troubles drove ev-
ing else from my mind.
fglYn mo aaid Rnandon for infrl1d.