The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1885-06-26

pOund?" said new intruder, in the
voice that had brought about all this
TODD. '.Then here you arer' And a
young gentleman dressed in the very
height of the fashion vet looking I'M
born thereto, threw down upon the
table a bundle of bank notes big enough
to dazzle Che eyes even of revenge.
There; pick 'em up. Marrish. They're
Bank of England. every one. I've seen
and heard enough to guess how things
lie. Patience haven't you got one eve
for meP Father-fm come home. too;
/ may, now; 1 couldn't as Black
thorn, when it looked as if it was for
the fatted calf-could /. you know?
Father. don't you know Dick? To
think ID find him like this!' he cried.
Patience. what has come 10 him.
Don't he know me7 Father, look here
Is it because you can't understand Dick
turning up like a gentleman, with his
pockets lined with these?''
Tom Blackthorn only lookel at him
vacantly. I'm smoke pipe" said he.
1--we been soldier" said Dick.
desperately. SIN Spain. Spain. do you
see? And when discharged myself
was that hard UP didn't know which
way to turn; and there wa, nothing
fresh to turn tod tried 'em all.
Then / thought of grandfather in
Thames street, father; l thought he
might make me clerk; and if not,
give me guinea to be rid of me-
"Ah-Thames street. sir. | know;
a skintlint; the most Internal Old
..Hush! Poor old boy-he's been in
the grave these two years: and without
a will. Patience, you and have got
to divide eighty thousand pounds. The
lawyers had been looking for next of
kin high and low"
my wife's father died-two years
ago." asked old Tom, slowly. .'hrar-
IRISH saw him in les, time than that
time, sir. You're very kind. dare say.
But it can't bet can't be.
Dick groaned. For he, also, had had
his visions of coming home with glori-
Gus surprise.
But the mind of old Tom, though at
its latest gasp, was !aboring. The
shame of having begged OF his father
in-law. and begged in vain, was the dis
grace of his life; and even if all other
memory went, that would remain. He
looked at Marrish with such gentle up
braiding, as of Il MAN who, even when
he had ceased to be himself, can not
comprehend cheat, that the other was
forced TO hang his head, as of one who
is at last brought face to face with con-
science-not that conscience had much
to do with Enoch, who, all because he
had dropped little gold ring, was los
ing the woman he loved, and forty
thousand pounds besides.
1t was cruelty hard. There was the
cost of that first Journey to London,
when he found that Patience had be-
come an heiress worth not only loving,
but marrying; and whom he might buy,
for want of better winning, if he could
only keep the knowledge of her inher-
itance to himself and all that had gone
so easily AMI so well. There was the
marvellous stroke of good fortune that
had removed his rival out of his way.
But there is no need to repeat this story
through and through. For over and
above it all, over even the half of eighty
thousand pounds, he was baked even
of revenge And over and above even
that. if such could be, the rival whom
he thought dead had come back to
battle him, he was beaten, who had
never been beaten before. And vet
baffled revenge and mortauy wounded
vanity Were scarce so great as the DASH
ing away from his poor parched lips of
the cup of love jus; when it was touch
ing them. He had never been happy
in all his life: and he might have
learned. after fashion, how.
Some day or other. perhaps, some
pen able enough will, instead of de-
sympathy for the sorrows of
true lovers, do tardy justice to the trag-
edy of the evil, the base and the mean. |
Only it would call for such infinite pity |
that the sight of the picture could scarce
be borne. Be good that YOU may be
happy. indeed! The maxim has. in it
self mean and selfish ring. Be happy |
that you may be gool is nearer the
therein the tragedy of the
Unhappy lies. And therein lay the |
tragedy of Enoch Marrish, the unhappy |
man. And now his last chance was
gone. And, since n fable without a
moral is not worth a fig, and a history
with SINE uneNpressed thought of
ChristmaS-tide in it, Yet without a les |
son worth learning, is unfaithful to its
season
Ifyou would be good, be happy: if
you would make others good, make i
them happy.
That is worth thinking over, be the
rest of the story what il may.
Father" whispered Patience in old |
Tom Backbone ear
Her voice had new life in it. soft and |
low as it fell upon that struggling |
brain.
No, l say. There's no Dick. II
killed him-at the glorious battle of
Talarera. fighting like the British lion |!
for Old England and good King George.
Dick, Richard: do you tell me that you |
have been on your knees to that old
All! dead so is his daughter; so shall |
VIC all be. No. You're no son of
mine. He's dead: and if he's alive.
he's dead to me- You have disobeyed !
me; will never forgive you. never, if
you 90 down on your knees. You know
what mean. Once offend a Black
horn, aud there's an end. Be of with
you, sir. know you now. You are
an undutiful son; ne er-do- well,
who'll come to the gallows before
you've done. You re starved out. l sup
pose, and so-Patience, never let me
hear that wretched scapcgrace's name
again. could have forgiven him. if
he'd only had the spirit t, de for his
like man. was proud of
him then. But now, never let me hear
MS name. Oh, D:ck-my boy-my
ooyr'
Father"
And his father ran, and fell on his
neck. and kissed him. And, in rain of
ears. the cloud that had fallen over
him melted away.