Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-01-12

"Cyril Vaughan, / always deemed
you 10 be simploton--a soft, as we
Yorkshire chaps say-but now i know
you TO be knaven thundered out my
irate uncle, tho north country accent in
his wrathful voice becoming unusually
predominant. Had you not been my
relative, had not my girl-who shall
never be the wife of such scoundrel-
begged you of, Iwould have prosecuted
you as | would any other rogue, and
sent you to quarry stone among convicts
at Dartmoor OF Portland. As il is,
won't hear another word of your. lies or
your excuses. Go, gol or / shall forget
Lucy's pleadings, and act as q citizen,
and not as father The confidence
trick ehp The countryman-the -
am not your dupo, lad! Go and get
yourself hanged elsewherel You won't
starve on the sum of which you have
robbed me-"
Then came terrible three months -.
1t was that or more-a time of depres.
sion, of crushe spirits, n half-bioken
heart for me. That / was wrongfully
suspected gave me but cold comfort. l
was innocent, but Lucy was lost to me;
my prospects were blghted, no one
would give work to me. and l was poor,
and sinking fast into the direst depths
of want. I remember how pale, and
thin, and shabby had become, when |
received u visit from my uncle s lawyer,
Mr. Mordaunt.
"NIr Vauchan. YOU wonder to see
me-" said the shrewd solicitor, as he
took the broken chair L offered him
nv wretched room in suburban lodg-
ing-house contained but one-"but [
come now ne n messenger of good It'd
mos. Do vou remember n serving man,
Enoch Clint bv name. whom your uncle
nv client Mr.. Braitbwaite. engaged
some six weeks before the unlucly af-
fair of the stolen moneyp He was a
smart vo,,no fellow with excellent testi-
mon;ois~ajI forced. by the byc-and
made himself useful both in the house
and IN The stable ward. and was vastly
popu ar with his rellow-servant on ac-
coiint of his powers of mimicry and the
iurrlino tricks which he could perform
i had an indistinct recollection of
havjnr seen and heard of such n person
in nv ,,ncle's household. and 4 said so,
wondering how there could be ANYTHING
in Enoch Clint to concern me.
"This Fnoch Clint" said Mr.. Nor
dount slowly. ..was a north country
man. / stared Mt him, sorely puzzled.
"He was your countryman,s drawled
out the shrewd LAWYER, and then u light
broke in upon me. and | grew sick and
dizzv. and could hardly hear Mr.. Nor
daunt' ; friendly voice as he said, shak.
inc nv passive hand the while: "you
haze been sorely wronged. Nh
Vaughan. r. for one. believed YOU
oniIfy- for which I heartily bep your
pardon. Now. listen to me. This poor
wretch. Enoch Clint, was two DAYS
since run over by heavily-laden van,
not fifty yards from his masters door,
and carried back to the house. the
crushed and blood-stained wreck of n
man. He asked for his master, and,
Mr.. Brathwaite being absent, he PRAYED
to see Miss Lucy. To her, in the doc.
tors presence, the dying man gasped
out some inarticulate confession, clear
ing you from all blame but that of a
cred lity, pardonable at your age, and
duplicating most seriously another per-
son. At his own desire his broken
statement was, by the doctors help,
taken down in writing, but he died be-
fore the narrative was complete. MISS
Lucy had an interview with her father,
/ need scarcely say, on his return home,
as n Sc luel to which, Mr. Braithwate,
more agitated than l had ever known
him to be, called on me, and laid the
matter before me. we, TOO, hau ionS
talk, and the result of it was, Mr.. Cyril,
that on the following morning | received
n visit from-have you guessed itP-the
confidential clerk. Mr.. Jenkins"
Our Mr.. JenkinsP' L returned, per-
picked by the half-comic expression OF
the solicitors face.
"Your Mr.. jenkins, if you will cling
to the ancient formula" assented the
lawyer, with twinkling eyes. THAT
commercial luminary came TO me bland
Is, unsuspecting, for. as it turned out,
he had not even heard OF the death ol
his accomplice. My first n t, when he
had made his bow and seated himself
in the clients chair, was to shut the
door and lock it. When he heard the
click of the lock he started, and turned
as pale as his shirt-collar.
"'Now,my frlend, said 10 him,ln Q
frank, pleasant way, my advice to you
is, for your own good, to make a clean
breast OF it at once.
Then you should have seen the in
genious wonder OF his interesting coun
tenance.
".Excuse me, Mr.. Mordaunt, but
cannot have heard you Alright, he said
after pause.
"'Oh, yes, you have, said i, shak
ing finger at him.. Come, come, Mr.
Jenkins, it is time for you to drop the
sleeps clothing, and stand forth as the
wolf you are-only TINS promise, II
Mr.. Braithwaite's name, that if you
revelations be full and ample you shal
have gentler and more. generous treat
ment than you deserve
"A stormy colloquy ensued. Once
thought the man meant to strike me
but there was something in my eye thai
restrained him, suppose for next he
began to sob, and then to whine like
beaten hound. as, sitting on the edge o.
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