St. Landry democrat., 1883-01-20
..Your Mr.. jenkins, if you win cling

s.Your Mr. Jenkins. if you will cling
to the ancient formula, assented the
lawyer, with twinkling eyes. THAT
commercial luminary came to me bland
Ii, unsuspecting, for. as it turned out.
he had not even heard of the death OF
his accomplice. My first at, 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 star ed, and turned
as pale as his shirt-collar.
sssNow. my friend, | said to him,in a
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,
alter a pause.
.Oh, yes, you have,.' said ], shak
ing finger at him. Come. come, MIR.
/ j jenkins, it is time for you to drop the
sleeps clothing. and stand forth as the
wolf you are-only this | promise, in
Mr.. Braithwaite's name, that if your
revelations he 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 q
beaten hound. as, sitting on the edge OF
my writing table, and glaring at the
carpet, he stammered outia confess on,
which reduced to writing. and to which
he presently affixed his reluctant sigma
4 ture.
- The revelation, when this slippery
witness was at length brought to make
/ it-he did not know, you see, Mr.. Cyril
1 how much his colleague had confessed
! was a tolerable complete one. He
4 had, it seemed, an especial malice
1 against yourself. as the kinsman and
/ future partner and heir of the employer
4 whom it had been the business of his
/ life to dupe by show Of zeal and dis
| play of mock honestly say, mock. be-
cause. probably. when the books come
{. to be over-hauled. it will be found that
this was not the first time Of a BETRAYAL
/ of trust. And Mr.. jenkins thought,
/ TOO. tIldU OuuS dS SOu WO1O, J ou oiA Nv.
share Mr.. Braithwaite's high opinion OF
him. and might one day ask trouble
some questions. =.
j .Wherefore, by the help of a forged
character, he got this fellow Clint into
your uncle service, put him up to the
4 trick which he had played on you
i Clint had been a low comedian, mounte
d bank, and thimble -rigger in his tine
\ and received from Clint himself, at the
door of the city public house. the moroc
co pocketbook containing the god ane
notes which you in the hurry and excite
ment of the moment had Why, Mr.
Vaughan. you are i'll
But if he said more heard it not, fo1
was weak with long privation ant
sleeplessness, and the blood surged NJ
to my temples, and there was roar a
of waves in my ears. and Isank faint
ing ON the floor.
T have not much more to tell. How
cordial, and self-reproachfu even. wa
, the reception which my uncle, MT
Brathwaite, extended to me, or witt
, what fearful joy my Lucy $ eyes me
/ mine, are easy to imagine, but difficul
to describe.
II wronged you, my boy, and
thank Heaven that was wrong in Wha
!, q thought, said the old man. with
, sob in his imperious voice: :. Lucy
: here, knew You best. !" john Berao'cs