The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1878-07-13
1t was Abel Goldwing.
CHAP. 1.-THE NeO Purchaser.

CIlAI' IL nc ANtW L UFCNIStTs
Strange to say Abel Goldwing soon passed
from the memory of the people of c.
Once in while newspaper paragraph
would recall some incident of his life, and
for moment the reader would SEQ before
him the handsome man who onco set all
belledom agog. Now and then some con-
tinental traveller averred that he, or she, had
encountered man in Switzerland who look
ed very much like the broken merchant.
He was seen in Australia the Netherlands,
France, and one of C--'s scientists, sent
out to observe the transit of Venus, declared
that he had conversed with Abel Goldwing
among the SHOWS of Northern Russia, He
seemed veritabe wandering Jew.
Two months after his sudden departure
from c., person came into Sandon's
little real estate Office and asked if Creighton
Grange was yet on his marketable list.-The
agent answered in the affirmative, wonder
ing if his questioner, young woman, de-
sired to purchase the beautiful estate,
"I would like to see it," she said, and San
don drove her to the Grange.
"Mr. Goldwing was compelled to part
with the place, believe" she said after the
mansion become visible with the beauties of
summer to make it a very elysium.
"Yes, miss said sandon, for his house
hunter had given hernomo as Miss Tram
pie. "In an evil hour, he invested in
lot of worthless English bonds. But Abel
Goldwing was honest-honesta as life"
"Where is he now?"
81 know not" Sandon sighed. "If they
did bring him down-if the plot of some
cowardly man-lor that the English bond
business was an accursed plot am satisfied
did succeed, Abel Goldwing stands dcarer
to me to-day than he ever did. He was
man after my own liking too proud to bend,
too grand to fling himself into a chair, and
play the woman. Your pardon, Miss Tram
pie no insinuation, assure you"
"Certainly not" the poor creature said,
who had been listening intently. eve
have yet little distance to go. Tell me all
about your master. Anything will interest
me. Tell me something, at least"
Her tone was almost pleading, and there
was a mist on her long, dark lashes, that es-
capped Sandon's detection. He told her all
he knew about Abel Goldwing, and she
never took her eyes away from his face while
he talked.
"He never married, then?"
"No. His life seemed TO be burthened
with but one regret, He would not disclose
it to me-"
Miss Trample started slightly, and turned
her head away. Creighton Grange was in
full view, and the agent, believing that she
was enjoying the sight, began to point out
the points of more than passing interest.
AT last the house was reached, and the
agent took Miss Trample through it. She
fingered in the library, for sandon told her
that the broken merchant had spent his last
moments there, and when he showed her
where he had stopped on the STAIR and told
him (sandon) to sell the Grange, she asked !
quickly;
"Can you show me the very step on which |
he stood 90
The agent could not divine the cause Of |
Anglia TTample's interest in the distant /
exile but he did not attempt to fathom it,
and 40 sold her the lovely place without so
much as asking her who intended 10 occupy .
IT,
Thus Creighton Grange passed into
woman's hands, and Sandon wrote letter
b. Abel Guldwing at Athens, Shortly after
the purchase Angela Tramplo took up her
tLon iu person, ard once more the
old place toemed with life. She retained
every servant whom sandon had left on the
estate for i,s caro- anil protection, and took
long ramLlgs through tho woods frcluentel
by the unfortunate man 70 far away.
ono day tho young lady, returning from
b -auntyr through a lovely grove, was iu-