The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-07-20

daughter OF Sir r.. Bumper, who
brought him very handsome fortune,
which was strictly settled on herself
They lived in splendid style, kept sew
eral carriages, house in town and q
place in the country. For some reason
or other, idleness, or to please his
lady's pride. he resigned his appoint
ment. His father died and left him
nothing; indeed, he seemed ut that time
very handsomely provided for.
"Very soon Mr.. and Mrs. Moilnos
Fitz Roy began to disagree She was
cold, correct-he was hot and random.
He was quite dependent on her, and she
made him feel it. When he began TO
get into debt he came to me. At length
some shocking quarrel occurred; some
case of jealousy on the wifes side, not
without reason, believe, and the end
of it was Mr.. Fitz Roy was turned out
of doors. The house was his wife's, the
furniture was his wifes, and the fortune
was his wifes-he was, in fact, her pen
sionor. He left with few hundred
pounds ready money and some personal
iewelry, and and went TO hotel. On
these and credit he lived. Being lille
ultimate, he had no relations; being a
fool when he spent his money he lost his
friends. The world took his wife's part
when they found she had the fortune,
and the only parties who interfered
were her relatives, who did the best to
make the quarrel incurable. TO crown
all, one night he was run over by cab,
was carried to hospital and lay there
for months, and was, during several
weeks of the time, unconscious. A mes
sage to the wife, by the hands of one
of his debauched companions, sent by
a humane surgeon, obtained an intima-
ton that If he died, Mr.. Croak, the I'M
dertaker to the family, had orders to
see to the funeral and that Mrs.
Molinos was on the point of starting for
the continent, not to return for some
years. When Fitz Roy was discharged
he came to me, limping on two sticks,
to pawn his court suit, and told me his
story L was really sorry for the fell
! low, such a handsome, thoroughbred
looking man. He was going then into
the West somewhere to try to hunt out
a friend. What to do, Balance he said,
/ don't know. | can't dig, and unless
somebody will make me their game
keeper ! must starve, or beg, as my
Jezebel babe me when we parted.
Il lost sight of Molinos for long
time, and when L next came upon him
it was in the rookery of Westminster,
in low clearinghouse, where L was
searching with an officer for stolen
goods. He was pointed out to me as
the gentleman cadger,' because he
was so free with his money when lin
luck He recognized me, but turned
away then. L have since seen him and
relieved him more than once, although
he never asks for anything. How he
lives, heaven knows. Without money,
without friends, without useful educa-
ton of any kind, he tramps the country,
as you saw him, perhaps doing little
hop picking or haymaking, only happy
when he obtains tho means to get
drunk. l have heard through the kitch
en- whispers, that you know come to
me, that he is entitled to some prop
erty, and I expect if he were to die
his wife would pay the f100 bill l hold;
at any rate, what L have told you 1
know to be true, and the bundle of rags
/ relieved just now is known in every
thieves lodging as the gentleman
cadger."
This story produced an impression
on me. am fond of speculation and
like the excitement of legal hunt as
much as some do fox chase. A gen.
tleman, beggar, a wife rolling in
wealth, rumors of unknown property
due to the husband; it seemed as if
there was picllings for me amidst this
carrion of pauperism. Before return
ing from Liverpool L had purchased
the gentleman beggar's acceptance
from Balance. then inserted in the
Times the following advertisement:
Horace Molinos FitZ Roy. If this
gentleman will apply to David Dis
count, Esq, solicitor, st. James, he
will hear of something to his advant
age. Any person furnishing Mr.. F's
address shall receive 81 Is reward He
was last seen," etc. Within twenty
four hours l had ample proof of the
wide circulation of the Times. Ny
Office was besieged by beggars of every
blind, Irish, Scotch, and English,
some on crutches, some in bowls, some
in go-carts They all knew him as the
gentleman" and must do the regular
fraternity of tramps the justice to say
that not one would answer question
until he made certain that / meant the
gentleman" no harm.
One evening, about three weeks after
the appearance of the advertisement,
my clerk announced another beggar.
There came in an old man leaning on a
staff, clad in a soldiers gray coat, all
patched and torn, with battered hat,
from under which mass of tangled
hair fell over his shoulders and half
concealed his face. The beggar, in
weak, wheezy, hesitating tone, said:
"You have advertised for Molinos Fitz-
Roy. / hope you don't mean him any
harm; he is sunk, think, too low for
enmity now; and surely no one would
sport with such misery as his" These
last words were uttered i'll sort of
piteous whisper.
answered quickly: Heaven forbid
should sport with misery;I mean and
hope to do him good, as well as my
self
"Then, sir, L am Molinos Fitz-Roy."
While we were conversipg, candles
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