The Russellville Democrat. [volume] (Russellville, Ark.) 1875-1898, 1883-04-26

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crowd, there WAS o necessary word or
so with him.
.'But where is my patientp' asked
the bewildered man of science; and, in
deed, the "poor fellow" who was the
object of all this str had disappeared
in the midst OF the hubbub, and with
him had vanished the heavy, steel
clasped, black morocco pocketbook,
which | remembered too late to have
incautiously laid on table in the furry
and confusion OF our sudden and awk-
ward entry, and which was gone, pitt
lessly gone.
cyril Vaughan, always deemed
You to be simpleton--a soft, as we
Yorkshire chaps say--but now | know
YOU to be knavep Numbered out my
irate uncle, the 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 a sconndrel--
begged you of, Iwould have prosecuted
you as / would any other rogue, and
sent you to quarry stoneamong convicts
at Dartmoor or Portland. AS it is,
won't hear another word of your lies or
your excuses. Go. GO! or shall forget
Lucy's pleadings and act as a citizen,
and not as father. The confidence
trick ehp The countryman the -
j am not your dupe, lad Go and get
yourself hanged elsewhere! You won
starve on the sum of which you have
robbed mel
Then came terrible three months =
it was that or more--a time of depres-
sion, of crushed spirits. half-broken
heart for me. That | was wrongfully
suspected gave me but cold comfort.
was innocent, but Lucy was lost to me;
my prospects were blighted, no one
would give work to me, aud ! was poor,
and sinking fast into the direst depths
of want. ! remember how pale, and
thin, and shabby / had become, when |
received visit from my uncle S lawyer,
Mr.. Mordaunt.
..Mr. Vaughan, you wonder to see
me-" said the shrewd solicitor, as he
took the broken chair offered him =
my wretched room in q suburban lodg-
ing-house contained but one" but |
come now as messenger OF good It'd
ings. Do you remember serving man,
Enoch Clint by name, whom your uncle
my client, Mr.. Braithwaite, engaged
some six weeks before the unlucky af-
fair of the stolen money? He was a
smart young fellow with excellent testi-
moniais-all forged. by the bye-and
made himself useful both i'll the house
and in the stable yard, and was vastly
popular with his fellow-servants on ac-
count of his powers of mimicry and tho
Juggling tricks which he could perform
/ had an indistinct recollection OF
having seen and heard of such q person
in my uncle's household, and | said so,
wondering how there could be anything
in Enoch Clint to concern me.
ssThis Enoch Clint said Mr.. Nor
daunt slowly, ..was north country
man." stared at him, sorely puz led.
'.He was your countryman, drawied
out the shrewd lawyer. and then light
broke in upon me, and grew sick and
dizzy, and could hardly hear Mr.. Nor
daunts friendly voice as he said, shak-
ing my passive hand the while lyon
haze been sorely wronged, Mr..
Vaughan. /, for one, believed you
guilty, for which l heartily beg your
pardon. Now, listen to me. This poor
wretch, Enoch Clint, was two DAYS
since run over by q heavily-laden van,
not fifty yards from his masters door,
and carried back to the house, the
crushed and blood-stained wreck OF u
man. He asked for his master, and,
MIR. 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
credulity, 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,
i need scarcely say, on his return homo,
as a SO luel to which, Mr.. Braithwalte,
more agitated than had ever known
him to be, called on me, and laid the
matter before me. We, too, had along
talk. and the result of 1t was, Mr.. Cyril,
that on the following morning received
q visit from-have you guessed itP--the
confidential clerk, Mr.. jenkins. :"
"Our MIR. Jenkins?" / 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
IL, unsuspecting, for, as it turned out,
he had not even heard of the death OF
his accomplish. My first act, 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
as pale as his shirt-collar.
""Now,my friend, | said to him. in a
frank, pleasant way, my advice to you
is. for your own good. TO make clean
breast of it at once"
Then you should have seen the in
eenious wonder Of his interesting coun-
tenance.
"'Excuse me, Mr.. Mordaunt, but |
cannot have heard you Alright, he said
alter n pause.
"'Oh, yes, you have said l. shak-
ing a finger at him. Come, come, MIR.
Jenkins, it is the for you TO drop the
sleeps clothing. and stand forth rs the
wolf you are-only this | promise, in
Mr. Braithwaite's name. that if your
revelations lie full and ample you shall
have gentler and more generous treat
ment than you deserve.
"A stormy colloquy ensued. Once l
thought the man meant TO strike me,
but there was something in my eye that
restrained him, suppose, for next he
began TO sob, and then to whine like a
beaten hound. as, sitting on the edge of
my writing-table, and glaring at the
carpet, he siammered out confess on.