The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-04-02

moned Mr.. Harris to the library.
"'Ihere is something wish TO see
you particularly about, +" he said. " Your
quarterly account and Hedges my
steward, or overseer don't agree
Don't misunderstand me, the deficiency
is not on your side, am satisfied. He
manages everything, farms my land,
sells the proceeds, brings me the returns.
l have always trusted TO his honesty;
half my Income passes through bis
hands; but ] begin now to doubt him,
He has credited the stables, as usual,
with enough provender for cavalry
regiment; but don't see any signs of
such n surplus In your receipts. If you
can give me an hour, we'll look them
over together"
At the expiration of the hour, the col
onel rang the bell and sent for Mr..
Hedges. =" He is gone down to the city,
sir" was the report; sand won I be back
for week -
He will never be back" said the old
man, quietly; she has fled with the
spoils of q dozen years. For half the
sum he has robbed me of dlsinherlted
my poor boy. took this man into my
confidence, 1 fed him at my table,
lodged him In my house, from which
turned away my nephew. What is his
crime to mine The scoundrel let him
gol My brothers. grandson is home
less wanderer-starved or murdered per
haps; through my hasty anger; have
none left for my unfaithful servant;
think only of myself, and forget the
lesser sin in the greater, was false to
my trust-what am / that should be
harsh with others ?"
He looked up at a picture which hung
above the mantel, with tears In his gray
eyes, as they met the earnest and afIec-
tionate expression of the vivid brown
ones in the portrait. "Poor Hugh ~
he said poor little Fontlbell she shall
not plead in vain" Turning from these
he encountered the soft gaze of a pair
how like beneath them. The colonel
started, and after moment said:
/" You remind me of my nephew, and,
dare say, are in much the same posi-
ton with your relatives. Perhaps can
help you. should like to try. Tell
me all about it."
A month before, Hugh would have
fallen on his uncle's neck and sobbed
out his simple confession; but the love
of Fontibell lay heavy on his soul, and
his sense of honor would not allow him
to take advantage of this ignorant gen
erosity. In great agitation he blunder-
ed out his story, of which his kinsman
was the only person who would not
have recognized the hero. The colonel
heard him through with deep sympathy
and wiped his eyes at the conclusion.
"Cheer up, my dear fellow" said ne.
alt will all come right-it must--it
shall. Your relative has been too severe
on your youthful follies. know what
they are, was young myself. He has
treated you badly, though you won't say
so. / honor your reserve, sir! l will do
my best for you; my nephew, Fred AS
ten, who will be here tonight, will do
his BEST he is lawyer, and may sug-
gest something. In the meantime you
will be my manager in Hedges place,
and we will drive over the farm to-mor-
row. You will live at the house, of
course, and take your proper position
with my nieces as gentleman and my
friend
Mr.. Asten duly arrived from four
months business trip, and was eagerly
welcomed by his "gentle Annie"
"Your coachman smokes good segars, !"
was his remark, as he returned from a
visit to the stables next morning. He
is very handsome fellow, and looks
quite a gentleman. L saw him last night
sitting at his window in the moonlight,
putting away with rather lackadaisical
expression on his classical features. You
have not been playing Aurora Floyd, 1
suppose, Miss FontibellY"
He looks like Hugh" said the un-
conscious colonel, heaving sigh.
He writes suspiciously like him, l
should say, if this is his hand" return
ed the young lawyer, taking up docu-
ment from the table. "These are Hugh Is
very characters. Why, uncle"
He was cut short by the door opening
and the new steward entering to an
nounce the colonel's carriage The heir
ess looked up. with rose flush on her
delicate face, and Fred Asten started for.
ward with outstretched hands; but