The Orangeburg democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1879-1881, 1879-02-07

features Of the other, in anxious de.
sire to communicate something ere
his power to do so was taken from
him. Let us give the substance o
that communication, without tho
breaks in it that characterized the
speech Of the dying man.
"Roland, when you come to lie, as
/ do, at the gates of death, it will not
be the many brilliant successes you
| have known in life that will occupy
your mind, but the few mistakes that,
in spite Of your utmost endcavors,
have occurred. You remember, be-
fore you went to India, my intimacy
with fellow merchant, for whom
had great respect and liking"
"You mean Simon Grassland p
said the son.
81 do" was the reply. "Four OF
five years ago he died insolvcnt, and
under circumstances that compelled
all men to pity rather than to blame
him. lie left a family"
"And you wish me to seek out that
family and provide for their wants p
said Roland Newton, soothingly.
"Never fear, father; if they are upon
the face Of the earth, will find and
and relieve thcm!"
"They are not lost," said Mr.. New
ton. 81 have not utterly neglected
them. Paul Grassland occupies the
second stool in the Office; but beyond
giving him employment / have never
interested myself to discover whether
or no lie had other wants. I fear
things have not been going on as they
should do in the office if when you
come to examine matters you should
find Paul Grassland in error, remem-
Der what his father was to me, and
how upon my death-bcd rcproachcd
myself for not having taken warmer
interest in his welfare, and not Civ
ing him that assistance that might
have lifted him above temptation"
81 promise you that Paul Cross
land shall find as merciful a Judge in
me, and one as ready to overlook in
voluntary transgression, as he would
have done in you," said Roland.
At seventy-five years of age a
mans race is pretty nigh run, and
seldom is further space granted him
in which to perform duties he has
neglected before that. None was
granted to Joseph Newton. On the
morrow he died, and Paul and Mills.
cent Grassland we're left sacred
legacy upon the hands of his only
son and heir.
Could this be the place? A dark
gloomy tivc-storicl house Nfilly
looked up to it deprccatingly and in
quiringly. Yes, there was the word
Newton" on a brass plate on the
door. Twice she spclL over the six
letters, whispering to herself the
name they formed before she dared
to ring.
"Can I see Mr.. Roland Newton 2
fal!ercd Milly.
Seeing her shabby look, the porter
hcsilated n moment and then showed
her into an apartment that had an
air Of sombcr and oppressive grand.
eur; the funeral plumes of the mourn
ing hcarse had left their atmos Dherc
behind, and their shadow upon tho
brow Of the man who sat upon the
hearth.
When he arose, Milly did not rec
ognizo in him the Roland Newton OF
her brothers description.
"I-I-bcg your pardon for my in
trusion,' said Mil'y, ncrvously sit is
Mr.. Roland Newton l wish to sce."
This was young man-at least
one not much over thirty-with a
spare figure, deeply bronzcd but
handsome face, and crisp, curling,
dark hair.
81 am he," he replied, in quiet,
grave tones.
Poor Milly became confused and
trembling, but in her cmbarrass smcnt
she mentioned her name.
81 nm SO glad to sec YOU" he said
"Thc name Of Grassland was almost
the last my dear fathers lips uttered
What is there J can do for your"
Then Milly forgot everything but
tho rausa sho hoI comn IN nlood ond