Daily globe., 1879-05-04
THE TRUTH AT LAST,

The TRUTH AL LAST.
"Herc, Bryson," said Mr.. Roscoe to one Of
his clerks. handing up a roll of greenbacks,
"go down to the bank and pay that accept
ance in favor of Tare & Trett; and mind'-
glancing at his walch-''you've no time to
lose
George Bryson took the money, threw on
his oyercoat, and was of like shot. He had
scarcely turned the corner when o sudden
grasp on his arm brought him to halt.
Wheeling about quickly-a man with lot Of
money in his pncketis eXcuseable for being O
little nervous in these days of daylight rob-
berics-he was glad to find his intercepter
was only his fellow-clerk, Ellis Ward
Here's go!" painted the latter out of
breath. "Plush & Co., of Boston, just gone
to smash-heayily indebted to our mouse!
Mr. Roscoe says you must take the next
Boston train, see the lawyers there-here's
their card-and have everything done to save
as much as possible. Here, give me the
90 in your place, for you've barely time to
catch the cars"
George handed over the roll of notes, and
was about to hasten off, when Ellis Ward
again caught Ills arm.
"You'll need something for expenses" said
Ellis, taking several bills from the roll and
thrusting them into Georges hand. "Pve
enough about me to make. it up at the bank.
Good-by. Don't stop a moment"
Bryson hailed the first street.car for the
depot, and was in the nick of time for the
Eastern train.
When Mr.. Roscoe reached his Office next
morning ne found Mr.. Tare, senior of the
house of Tare u Trett, waiting his arrival.
''Good-morning, Mr.. Tare," was Mr.. Ros.
GOES hearty greeting.
''Geod, morning, sir" returned Mr.. Tare
by no means heartily.
Mr. Roscoe WAS merchant ,,,ipcn
proud as MIR. DOmbey. lie was disposed to
be condescendingly polite to Mr.. Tare, for
Iare q Trett We're good customers. But
Mr.. Tare's GOODNESS had such refrigerative
influence on Mr.. Roscoe that he at once turned
into pillar ice.
What can do for you, sir" he asked, in
his most freezing manner.
"Pay that acceptance you suffered to 90 to
protest yesterday" he exclaimed, iumpin q
up like a lumber:jaek and lourishing paper
Little DIR. Tare fired up.
"Mr. Roscoe put on his eyeglasses, took
the document, glanced it over, and turnin .
his back on MIR. Tare, told the offlce-boy to
call Mr.. BrysOn.
> "rlease, sir" said the boy, returning in q
moment, "Mr. BrysOn hasn't been in this
morning."
Mr.. Roscoe consulted his watch. he ex.
acted strict punctuaity from his clerks. Bry.
son should have been at his post an hour
age;
not in the lcastdisconcerted; "the messenger
it seems, failed to obey instructions. days
delay, trust, has caused no serious incon
Venience."
And sitting down he drew check, handed
it to Mr.. Tare, and bowed him out In man
ner which plainly said, This closes our &C
count"
kilograms were sent in every direction, mi
nutely describing George Bryson, the abscond
ing clerk, who had robbed his employer Of
ten thousand dollars, and Offering large re-
ward for his apprehension.
The result was that poor George, while or
his way to the office of Mr.. Roscoe's Boston
lawyers that morning, was seized by couple
Of detectives, handcuffed, dragged aboard
departing train, and carried back to confront
his and the laws demand, without waiting
for requisition from the governor.
The facts against him were very plain Mr.
Roscoe had given him ten thousand dollars tt
pay the draft OF Eare & Trett. He had not
paid It, but instead of going to the bank, hat
taken tho evening train to Boston
The story OF Plush & Co.'S failure was myth
ana, to crown all some Of the Identical none.
Mr.. Roscoe had delivered to him was founi
upon him when arrested. The prisoners ao
count OF what had passed petween himsel
and Ellis Ward was hatly denied by the latter
and we all know how little an accused man
WORD goes in such cases.
Bryson was speedily tried and convicted
No different result could have been expected
Even Ellen Payne, who had long before Sc
sretly plighted her troth to George, believe,
him guilty; and when the prison doors close
upon lin as convict, there was none left t
pity.
Once, twice. thrice, and even oftener, if ru
NOR spoke truly, Ellen had refused Eli
Wards offer of his hand. 1t was only whel
people began to hint that she still felt a line
ering attachment toward her convict loyei
that she resolved to .confute the calumny b
accepting the offer. of the previously reject
ed suitor.
1t was late on the eve Of the day fixed fo
the wedding of Ellen Payne and Ellis Ware
when, as the latter was vending his way fo
the last time to his bachelor lodgings, hi
arm was grasped much as he had seized tha
OF George Bryson VIXEN the latter was on hi
ROAD TO the bank, and much in the same mar
ner he turned nervouslv about
pale, haggard face confronted him, II
owner was poorly clad. The rags that cove,
ca him seemed to cling as to the form of
ske1eton; But the fingers, whose grip ws
on Ellis Wards arm, were like clasps OF stee
Al the moment the two CHANGED to be OF
where the gas-lght fell full on the features {
the stranger. Ellis Wa1d started. he ws
IN the grasp of the man he had ruined.
was George Bryson on whose face he LOOKED
Wust speak 10 yOu," said BrysOn, dral
glug his prisoner to a secluded seat undo
some trees. II have just escaped from tt
prison to which your vllany consigned me.
"And you are aware, of course" the 9th,
answered, "that it is in my power, by wor,
to send you back"
"You and both know" Kissed Brvson.
his companions ear, "that it is YOU. not
who should wear the convict's garb."
.'Of course you do rot mean your condu
rs threat" Ellis Ward replied. 'sfor &c
are aware have but to utter single cry
bring the police upon you; but pray be goc
enough to say for what purpose you ha
sought me thus"
$40 prevent your marriage with Ell,
Payne; save her from the power Of a v
lainr'
Ellis Ward laughed.
'sYou shall not marry her!" exclaimed Br
son, no longer heeGful to control his voice.
iSAaE not!" sneered Ellis Ward. Perm
me to end this ridiculous scene. To-morro
Miss Payne will be my wife, and you will
sent back to drink the cup of your degrad
Hon 70 the very dregs: But ere you 70 I ca
not forbear the satisfaction of taunting VI
70 you1 face With the completeness Of my r