Daily globe., 1879-03-23

Years passed away. The disappearance Of
David Golden had become an old story, and
the excitement which at first attended it had
long since died out.
That he was robbed and murdered was the
belief of his own family; but this belief was
not shared by the community at large, for not
the slightest proof could be found in support
OF it, inasmuch as his body was never recov-
cred, nor any trace of the notes in his poses.
sion ever found.
The most plausible theory seemed to be
that the money had proved too great a temp.
tation, and he had fled with it to parts un-
known; and this was the theory generally
received.
What gave color to this view Of the case
was the suatment of Tom Penhallow that he
had seen him at the wharf on the afternoon
of his disappearance, but had parted with
him before sundOwn, and had never seen him
since.
Tom, meanwhile, had prospered steadily,
and was now esteemed one of the solid men
Of OldpOrt Moreover, he was on the eve of
marriage with Jessie Wynne.
Be not too hard upon the poor girl, fol- she
firmly believed that David was dead. And do
not even the Scriptures affirm that a living
dog is better than a dead lion?
But the Goldens had rather gone behind
loss to David's father. He had withdrawn it
from the bank for the purpose of purchasing
certain lands adjoining his own called the
"Cratchet Farm" which he had long desired
to possess, and he had not as much more in
the world.
Such was the state of things when Tom and
Jessie came to pass the evening with the
Goldeus-the last evening before their mar
riage.
so tomorrow is the wedding-day," said
Mr. Golden with an attempt at jocularity
which ill-harmonized with his careworn
countenance.
And tomorrow is four years since David
went out that door and never came back
said Mrs. Golden; then, regarding the bridal
about! used to hope that Davd"--
"Hush, mother! don't talk about that to-
nightu' whispered Faith, and Immediately fell
to rallying Tom and Jessie in way which
soon restored the mirth this allusion had in.
terrupted.
By-and by Gathering of boots was heard
on the porch, and Dick, the Golden's young.
est hopeful, burst open the door impetuously
saying:
Here's man wants to stay all night. He
says he's awful tired, and can't walk to the
tavern.''
He's welcome" said Mr.. Golden; for ap-
plications of this kind were not common in
those primitive days.
"How do you know but what he's a thief
father?" said Faith
The amused glance the traveller, who now
appeared in the doorway, cast on Faith
showed that he had heard her remark, but
nothing daunted, she continued:
"Well, you never can tell by a mans ap-
pearance what he is"
"Very true, but you can keep an eye on me, >
said he laughing.
Don't mind what our Faith says. She has
lawless tongue" said Mr.. Golden. "Be
seated. sir "
The traveller was a young man, with beard
which had never known the touch of a razor,
between which and the brown curls on his
forehead little could be seen save a pair o
hazel eyes and a'straight, handsome nose. He
d not seem averse to conversation; but
Faith, not relishing her fathers introduction
devoted her "Iawless tongue" to Tom ano
Jessie, turning her back on the stranger, and
quite shutting him out of the group.
He discussed the usual theme of weather
and politics with Mr.. Golden; then, noticing
that Dick was busily engaged with his jack
knife, helasked:
"What are you doing, bub?"
Ppm fixing my top. I made it myself It's
good top, too, only it won't CO." said Dick
do," said the traveller; and taking his knife
from his pocket, he whitfield little here anC
a little there.
Nov I guess it will keep it's center O
gravity" said he, and pulling the string, ht
sent it whirling across the floor in a manner
that brought forth yells of delight from Dick
why lis nothing but streak! There sh(
goes!-under the table-under the chairs
Take care O. your toes, girls" AS the gyra
about to topple over, he pieked it up, drew 8
long breath, and calculated, What beats all y
Eyes, she's all r. ght now," said the young
mau. TITS a nice thing to know how to make
your own tops. suppose you made that lit
tie craft ov r the mantelpiece, TOO"
"Oh, no, can't make ships, David made
that "
"And who is David?"
"He was my brother, that got killed.
Here Dicks reply was brought to a sudder
close by thrust from Faiths elbow, accom-
panied by a Hold your tonguep
II amt a-goin' to hold my tongue" snapped
Dick, rubbing the wounded place. "pve az
good right to talk as you"
''There, there be quiet" said Mr.. Golden
soothingly. ITS sad story, sir, and we
don't often allude to it, David was our son
| who was murdered three years ago."
Murdered! How, pray!'
"Well, that we don't know, for his body was
never found"
But what motive could any one have fol-
so foul deed?'
"The usual motive. sir; money. He hac
quite large amount just taken from the
bank"
And Of the money you never found any
trace?'
None at all; the cunning villain looked
out for that"
"And your son was-excuse me-quite
trustworthy wild or rowing at ali; ir
| short, he was entirely above suspicion?
"He was, to everybody that knew him,
said Mr.. Golden, with dignity, "but an ange
could not escape the tongue of SANDER"
Then there were those who charged hin
falsely?"
There were. They charged him with run
ming off with the money"
"Horriblew exclaimed the young man,
I'VE always hoped we might t ace the vii
him; and sometimes l think it will be tht
means Of bringing him to light yet"
''What kind of a watch?'
Mrs. Golden, who had all this time hardl,
| taken her eyes off the struger, now came for
| ward and said, eagerly
1t was large silver watch, hundred year
old, and it had a queer picture on the back
| l never could quite make out what it was
but should know that watch in Guinea"
"Was it Dything like that-mother ?" hol5
| ing his own up before her.
"My son, my son!" cried she. II knew
! was David's voice, but thought he was deat
-dead! and the poor, joyful mother covered
her face with her apron and weDt aloud.
! Pale and trembling, Tom Penhallow Leaned
on the back of Lis chair for support.
'rhen you were not lost in the Tempest? {?
| said he.
wrecked, but not lost" said David.
When calmness was in some measure re
stored, they all sat down, and David told tn,
| story of his disappearance.
when left the watchmaker's," said he
| II CHANGED to meet an old friend, and W,
strolled together down to the wharf to Sc,
what was going on. The first person we saw
there was nv old captain. who was just abou
| to sail for LverDOO' He was in great trouhle