The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-10-01

nls last words haa Deeni
ePaul--my SON.
To which had come the answer;
@The wrong shall be rlghted,
father-I promise
Six months had gone by since
Paul had laid his father beneath
the sod. Things we're different
with him. Instead Of the elegantly
appointed household, with servants
at his beck and call, he occupied d
furnished room and etookhis meals
out" asthe landlady expressed il.
The ten thousand dollars be had
religiously put to one side, and day
after day there appeared in the
papers an advertisement request
ing Information of.ths hsirsof one
Andrew Stephens, etc. Lillian,
Paul's betrothed, had staunchly re.
fused to give him up on account Of
his poverty, so he still had some.
thing to live for, he thought, de.
spite his Strengthened circum.
stances.
One evening as he ascended the
steps leading to his fanCe's home,
he was disappointed at not seeing
her bright face watching for him
as was her wont; but the pretty,
loving greeting she vouchsafed him
when she tripped lightly into the
parlOr entirely removed any slight
feeling Of chagrin he may have
felt.
10, PAUL." she exclaimed, "such
a strange thing has happened to.
day. / was reading the advertise.
mentS, which | never do, and l
don't know what made me this
time, and what do you thinkR
There is some one advertising for
papa's heirs, and it must mean me,
for l don't know of any other. My
own father l am speaking Of, not
Papa Reed. You remember me
telling you how papa and mamma
adopted me when l was a little tot,
and how my dear mother, whom l
cannot remember, died, leaving me
to them; Mamma Reed promising
to take care of me always. Poor
mother, she travelled all the way
from New York to San francisco
to see my father. She had a little
money left her by a brother-two
hundred dollars-aud OIL Paul to
think that my poor father was dead
when she got there, and that she
never saw him. Mamma Reed be.
came acquainted with my own
mother on the cars going to San
Francisco, and took quite a fancy
to me. was such a pretty baby,
you see," che added naively, land
mamma she gave my mother her
address, and that is how mother
when she was dying thought oil
sending for Mrs. Reed. The shock
Of poor fathers death just killed
her. Oh, Paul, think il Ihad trav.
eled so far with the thought of see.
ing you and found you doad-I
couldn't bear Ill couldn't livel''
and Lillian's fair head nestled
against her lovers breast as the
tears overaowed her pretty blue
eyes.
A strange look settled about
Paul's white lips as he said;
"Lillian, what was the name Of
your fatherR"
"Why, don't you knowG" was the
surprised reply; "it was Andrew
Stephens. l thought 1 told you
long ago."
With aquick gesture Paul clasp,
ed his betrothed against his heart;
then, gently putting her from him,
be said:
"Lillian, I have something tc
tell you"
Half wonderingly she took the
chair he pushed forward for her
For q moment Paul did not speak
Then he told the story Of his faith.
er's life, tenderly sparing him
whenever hecould, aud be true tc
right. Once or twice Lillian arose
as il to go to her lover, but he
stopped her with:
"For Gods sake, Lillian, don't
He felt his strength was failing
him fast. How could he give hel
up, and yet could she ever again
care for the son Of one who had
wronged her and hers SO bitterly
With a desperate effort be FINISHED
his sad story, adding:
"You now know all, aud as sOor
as it can be arranged the money
shoII ha ,ooJo oy.. 10 .on Atta.