Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-03-08

Through the storm and sunshine,
through tempest and calm, through
dark hours and bright, the young
super-cargo made his voyage. In one
year from the day which he left his
native land he placed his foot again
upon the soil Of his home.
But he did not stop. The same
ship with the same officers, was going
upon the same cruise again, and he
meant to go in her. He saw Grace
Melburne, and she would wait. He
saw DR.. Weston, and the kind old
gentleman praised him for his manly
independence.
Again Arthur Morton was upon the
sea, and again he assumed the duties
of his Office, and even more. He even
stood watch where there was no need
of it, and during seasons of storms he
claimed a post on deck.
At the end of another year the
young man returned to his home
again. He was now eight andtwenty,
and few who knew him two years be-
fore could recognize him now. His
face was bronzed by exposure, his
form was filled out to perfection, and
he was greeted with great affection
! by old DR.. Weston, who would insist
Oh his staying with him during his
leave on the shore. One day after
Arthur's arrival he suddenly burst
! into the room and said abruptly
"Well, Arthur, Mr.. Crosby is here.
Will you see him p
s'See him7 See Mathew Crosby 7
| OF course 1 will. He owes me an ex-
| PLANTATION, and 1 hopt, he can give me
! Il satisf;.c tory one"
The door was opened and MIR.
| Crosby entered.
He was an elderly man, but hale
and hearty.
The old man and the young one
shook hands, and then inquired after
each others health.
"You received note from me
some two years ago." said Crosby,
Gin which stated that one in whom
I trusted had got your money and
mine with it, and I could not pay
YOU"
ayes, sir" answered our hero, not
knowing what was to come next.
"VSell," resumed Crosby, "Dr. Yves
ton was the man. He had your
money"
"lsow? What r. gaspcd Arthur
gazing from one to tho other in blank
astonislnlent.
'.iiold on, my boy" said the Doc
tor. while a thousand emotions Scent
ed to work within his bosom.
81 was the villain. 1t was I who
got your money. I worked your ruin
and will tell you why. l saw that
that you were dying. Your father
died of the same disease. a con-
sumption was upon him-nOt the
regular pulmonary affection, but a
wasting away of the system for want
OF vitality. The mind was wearing
out the body. The soul was slowly
but surely eating its way from the
cords that bound it to the earth.
knew that you could be cured, and
knew, too, that the only thing in thu
world which would cure you was tt
throw you on your own physical re
sources for livelihood. There wa
a morbid willingness of the spirit t.
pass away. You would have diet
ere you would have made an exer
ton, from the very fact that you
looked upon exertion, as worse thai
death. 1t was a strange state of boil
mind and body. Your fortune rem
dercd work unnecessary, so there wa
no hope while the fortune remained
f Had it been a wholly body Iiat..ay,
. could have argued you into the neces
sary work for cure. And, on tn
other hand, had it been Il who'll.
mental disease, might have driver
your body to help your mind. Blu
both were weak, and l knew yo'
must either work or die.
"And now, my boy, I'll tell yo'
where my hope lay. l knew tina
you possessed such true pride O
independence that you would work
1 saw Crosby, and told him my plans
l assured him if we could cOntrive t
, get you to sea, and make you star
, into active life, for the sake of a live
lihood you could be saved. He joine
me at once. l took your money an
5 his, and then bid him clear out. Yo'
l know the rest. Your money is safe
= every penny of ito the amount c
one hundred and fifty thousan
pounds. Poor Crosby suffered muc]
in knowing how you looked upo
i. him; but I know that he is ampl
repaid by the sight of your noble
l powerful frame, as he sees it tonight
9 And now. Arthur, are we forgiven p