Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-04-26

alone in the dim moonlight with dead
man at his feet.
A stern man was Lstymer Corsn, OF
Coran, and he was not 70 be brought to a
pause on his journey because he had
chanced TO slay thief. Nor was it the
awe and horror Of bloodshed which
bianched and flushed his cheek as he
rode on. No, his rigid justice argued
that the man deserved his death, only 1t
was not meet that such AS he should
/ have betrayed an honorable gentleman
TO deceit. For he knew that he had ver-
/ lied his boast and saved himself-by a
/ lie
That haunted him as be stood in the
/ grim chamber of Wrottel Clock house
and saw the last Of his old friend, the
county magistrate. He dispatched no
one to the dead robber-time enough
for that when he returned IN the morn
/ ing.
Then he took officers of justice with
him, and these, respecting his position
and the depression in which he seemed
plunged. walked quietly side by side, a
little way behind his horse. At last they
reached the spot where the deadly deed
had taken place. To their astoni,hment
little group Of people was gathered
about, and as they drew near they heard
sound of lamen.ation, and the Squire
saw his own livery servants, one of them
holding the bride of riderless horse
They turned startled white faces to him
as he rode up, and were silent.
What is the matter ?" he demanded,
( imperiously.
"Oh he Gamma be dead the bonnie
laddie ~ sobbed an old Scotch groom.
Some one has shot Mr.. Hugh" said
two or three at once.
at must have been duel" said some
one, /" for the young master has his own
pistol with him"
The Squire pushed his horse through
the crowd. On the blood stained heath
or Jay bis antagonist Of he night before
his own young grandson-the back of
his head completely shattered and stains
of blood on his fair, boyish face. The
steward knet by the corpse, Olsen
gqging the pistol from the stiff grasp Of
the dead. He looked at it with wonder~
ing, bewidered eyes, and said " 1t has
never been loaded !"
Then the old Squire understood it all !;
he understood that his boastfu, provoke
ing words had aggravated Hugh to put
his courage to the test in the hope Of
convincing him that there is no trial of
bravery between an homes; man and n
robber. And the Squire understood also
that had that, unloaded pistol been what
it had seemed, he, the Honorable Coran
of Coran, had only escaped by lie
II did it I" he said gloomily, and the
two deferential officers of justice came
and stood al either side of Latymer
Coran, and his own servants fell back in
horror and dismay. Alas ! for the twice
Dtiehheu WbHIhH WHlliiIS hHu WceplHR'
and as yet hoping, in the proud old castle
towers
Latymer Cornn was spared the igno>
miny of n trial-hs did not even live to
hear that the Coroner's jury returned H
verdict of misadventure. The stout
old heart was broken.
Hugh's funeral WAS delayed but sin
gle day that his grandfather and he,
the last of the Corans," might be
buried together. Their names, the mnr-
derer and the murdered, were written on
one table. Not A word was said Of their
ancient and honorable lineage, nor of the
tragedy in which both lives closed -on,y
their names and their ages, the old man
and the boy, and the text:
Fathers, provoke not your children
TO anger"