Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1879-08-14
locks, all appeard as before. He resumed

At sunset the butler asked to be allowed
to 90 to the post-ofice, and, being granted
leave he went to the village and thence to
the trysting- place with June
When June heard Geofry's story she was
both delighted and grieved; delighted that
Rachel could be saved to her old lover,
George, but grieved to think of the disgrace
she must suffer in consequence Of her associa.
ton with John Lawlor. She and Geoffrey
parted, to meet again the next night and ar
range their plans more fully.
June went home, and, seeking Rachel tried
to persuade her to give John Lawlor his congo,
and return to Georges affection but Rachel
was not to be turned.from purpose thus
easily. and repelled June with scorn.
June and Geofrey met again the next
night, and arranged that the blow should
faI' two nights afterward, when the Lawlors
we're again to entertain their friends in honor
of their sons twenty-sixth birthday. Geof-
frey was to inform the officers, and arrange
for them to be there.
All the company were together in the mag
nifcent ballroom, after the supper, and the
genial host was surrounded by his friends,
when the door suddenly opened, and dozen
policemen filed in two and two, each armed
with rifle. A man walked to each window,
and the captain stepped before the host and
said
"Mr. Lawlor, you are my prisoner"
Instantly pistol glistened in each of John
Lawlor's hands, but before he could fire the
officer said
"Cover him, squad !" and when the compa-
ny parted, twelve gun barrels pointed at him.
The officer then said, John Lawlor, arrest
you in the name of the United States for
counterfeiting. Lay down your pistols; my
men are good marksmen, and will shoot you
at word"
John Lawlor tossed his pistols at the off,
Ger, after looking at each cleaning gun bar
rel, and, while with rage and baffied fury,
he said
"Who dares accuse me? And where is
your proof?"
From crowd in a corner the butler ap-
preached, and, dofing wig and beard, said
81, Godfrey Lowe, am your accuser, and
the proof lies in your old cellar, where your
prisoners are"
The officer secured Lawlor's keys, and, led
by Geoffrey, the guard went to the old cellar,
and the surprise and joy of the prisoners can
be better imagined than described"
They were taken out, and John Lawlor,
the noted counterfeiter, was confined in his
own dungeon, after its contents had been re-
moved, which consisted of dies for coin, and
plates for currency, as near perfect as any
made, besides hundred and 6fty-two thous-
and dollars in spurious money.
Rachel Merritt had tainted at the officers
first words, and was taken home whereshe lay
for several hours unconscious, but awoke at
last to- realizing sense Of her peril and
rescue.
John Lawlor and the cook at Vineland,
his accomplice, were tried and convicted, the
former sentenced to thirty years in the peni'
tenliary and the latter to ten. r
1t seems that the dies had been brought
from an eastern State, and that no coin or
counterfeits of any kind had been circulated /;
but the cook, who turned States evidence,
said the dies were to have been destroyed and
the money put into circulation as soon as two
hundred thousand dollars should have been
ready.
The mother and sister we're wholly igno;
rant of the son and brothers crime, and died
in a year, both from broken heart, leaving
their estate to the orphan child, Mamie An.
derson.
Rachel Merritt soon saw wherein she had
been mistaken, and, sending for George
Blain, all was soon so satisfactorily arranged
that new wedding.day was named in the
near future.
Without any more interference the day ar
rived, and two men were as happy as the two
beautiful women they assisted into the car
riage-Mr. and Mrs. George Blain and Mr..
and Mrs. Geofrey Lowe.
Rachel, after her narrow escape, became
subbued and thoughtful, and was no longer
the gay, wild girl that we introduced at the
beginning. But all had ended we'll, and each
one was satisfied, except, perhaps, the prison:
ers in their dark, dreary cells, who brooded
over the past. and cursed the day they be-
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