The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1883-01-19

"Your Mr.. jenkins. y you win cling
20 the ancient formula. asscntcd the
lawyer. with twinkling eyes THAT
commercial luminary came 20 me bland
IS. unsuspccting. for, rs Il turned out.
he had not even heard Of the death Of
his eccomplicc. My first At, when no
had made bis bow and seated himself
in the clients chair. was 70 shut tho
door and lock IL When Ne heard the
click Of the lock he started. and turned
as pale as his shirt-collar.
''.Now. my friend 1 said 20 him. IN q
frank, pleasars way. my advice 10 you
IS for Your own good. 70 make clean
breast Of Il at once."
Then you should have seen the in
genious wonder Of his interesting coun-
tcnanco.
...Excuse me. Mr.. Mordaunt, but 1
cannot have heard you Alright. he said.
alter pause.
sssOh. yes. you have said ]. shak-
ing finger ut him. Come. come. Mr..
jenkins. il is time for you 20 drop the
Sleeps clothing. and stand forth IS the
wolf you are--only this promise. in
Mr.. Braithwaite's name, that Il your
revelations lie full and ample you shall
have gentler and more generous treat
ment than you deserve
"A stormy colloquy ensued. Once 1
thought the man meant 10 strike me.
but there was something in my eye that
restrained him. ! suppose, for next he
began 70 sob. and then to whine like a
beaten hound. as. sitting on the edge Of
my writing-table. and glaring At the
carpet. he stammercd out confess on.
which reduced to writing. and 10 which
he presently affixed his reluctant sigma
ture.
The revelation. when this slippery
witness was At length brought 70 make
it-he did not know. you see. Mr. Cyril
how much his colleague had confessed
was a tolerable complete one. He
had. il seemed, an especial malice
against yourself. as the kinsman and
I future partner and heir Of the employer
whom Il had been the business Of his
| life 10 dupc BY show OF zeal and dis
| play Of mock honestly say. mock. be-
cause. probably. when the books come
1 to be over-hauled. il will be found that
1 this was not the first time Of betrayal
of trust. And Mr.. jenkins thought,
I LOU tuAA lVuIi@ a. t0u MtAtr y tu NIt4 HUI
share Mr.. Braithwaite's high opinion Of
him. and might one day ask trouble
some questions.
"Whcrefore, by the help Of forged
character. he got this fellow Clint into
your unclc's service. put him up to the
trick which he had played on you
\ Clint had been low comedian. mountc-
bank, and thimble-rigger in his time
and received from Clint himself. &C the
door Of the city public house. the moroc-
co pocketbook containing the gold and
notes which you in the hurry and excite
ment OF the moment had Why, Mr..
/. Vaughan. you are ill?T'
But II he said more heard it not. for
4 was weak with long privation and
sleeplessness. and the blood surged up
TO nv temples, and there was 4 roar as
Of waves in my ears, and l sank faint
I ing on the floor.
4 have not much more to tell. How
cordial. and self-reproachful even, was
the reception which my uncle. Mr..
Brathwaite. extended 70 me, or with
what fearful joy my Lucy's eyes met
mine. are easy 70 imagine, but difficult
/ to describe.
II wronged you. my boy. and
thank Heaven that was wrong in what
thought" said the old man. with a
sob in his imperious voice: Lucy,
here, knew you best John Berwiek-