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

would have fallen but for nv assistance.
Clearly The man was iainting. and
from starvation. We had walked some
distance. IN tempting proximity. AZ
the corner of . side street. was a house.
over the door Of which. IN great gold
letters, CLEANED the words sLuncheon
Bar Into this. quite instinctivcly, /
half dragged. half hustled the man.
II was the middle IL the day.
luncheon.time. n brisk hour for bust
ness in the city. in the eating and drink
ing line ~ least. and the place 1 had
entered was full Of customers. young
men mostly, noisily chatting over their
sandwiches. As ] flung open the
swinging-door ! felt sure that ! caught
glimpse 81 M unclc's confidential
clerk on the pavement outside.
mr.. Jenkins ] called out. but he
evidently did not hear me. but passedo on.
There was q rush OF excited young
| fellows toward us-.Rct you he's
drunkr' -Four 10 five he's deadr'
:" Run over?' and 50 forth and II was
not Immediately that could get some
restorative. But the poor countryman's
face was livid. his eyes closed. his teeth
fast shut. and he could swallow moth
| ing. Then doctor was sent for, and
the doctor was slow IN coming. and
had explanation after explanation To
give. first 10 the dull-witted landlord.
who came blinking out Of a back parlor;
then 10 inquisitiye customers; and when.
at last. breathless surgeon. hastily
summoned, came painting in ut the
heavy swing-door. amid the surging
crowd. there was necessary word or
so with him.
ssBut where Is my patient?' asked
the bewildered man Of science; and. in
deed. the "poor fellow" who was the
object Of al this stir had disappeared
in the midst OF the hubbub. and with
him had vanished the heavy. steel
clasped. black morocco pocketbook,
which l 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
lcssly gone.
"Cyril Vaughan. / always deemed
you to be simplcton-a soft. as we
Yorkshire chaps say-but now ! know
you TO be knavcn Numbered out my
irate uncle. the north country accent ID
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. would have prosecuted
you rs I would any other rogue. and
sent you TO quarry stone among convicts
at Dartmoor or Portland As IL is. I
won't hear another word Of your lies or
your excuses. Go. 20! or shalt forget
/ Lucy's pleadings and act As citizen,
and not as father. The confidence
trick Ell? The countryman--thc --
am not your dupe. lad Go and ret
yourself hanged elsewhere! You won't
starsc ON the sum Of which you have
robbed me"
| Then came terrible three months
| Il was that or more--a time Of deprcs-
sion. Of crushcl spirits. a half broken
heart for me. That ! was wrongfully
suspected gave me but cold comfort. 1
was innocent. but Lucy was lost TO me;
my prospects were blightcd, no one
would give work 10 me. and ! was poor,
and sinking fast into the direst depths
Of want. l remember how pale. and
thin. and shabby had become, when 1
received visit from my uncle's LAWYER.
Mr.. Morlaunt
" Mr.. Vaughan, you wonder 70 see
me- said the shrcwd solicitor. as he
took the broken chair ! offered him
my wrctched room in suburban lodg--
/ inv-housc contained but one. but
come now rs messenger Of good It'd
ings. Doyou remember serving man,
Enoch Clint Nv name. whom your uncle
nv client. Mr.. Braithwaitc. engaged
| some six weeks before the unlucky af-
fair q the stolen money he was
smart young fellow with excellent sesti..
monials-all forged. BY the byc-and
made himself useful both IN the house
and in the stable yard. and was vastly
popular with his feliow-scrvants on ac-
count Of his powers Of mimicry and the