The Penn's Grove record., 1885-07-25
PENIS GROVE, N. j., SATURDAY. JULY %, 1885.

! all three of us have been enjoying b
festivities at Greystone Lodge. AM
way 1t is lucky we have him here as 4
protection. 1t Is foolish, 1 know; buI
| do not like staying for a night in a
strange hotel unless we have a gentle
man belonging to the party"
Conversation tagged, and both ladies
seemed relieved when | begged for a
little music.
"'Do you like classical or popular mu-
sic, Mr.. Randall2"said | m~ischievously.
| began now to feel that | WAS master
of the situation.
II don't care much for music at any
time said he in a low voice, ''but should
like to have a word with you in private
Mr.. Lawson"
"C~ertainlyl" l agree. 81 will retire
with you for a short time directly we
have had tea. A servant is just bring
ing it'in."
"But | should like to return to York
by the 9 0 train," he began hurriedly.
"All right" said / rising to follow
him.
"You gentlemen are not leaving be-
fore you have had some tear" Mrs.
! optiltt dohCu lOOhluB DCWAlAb1Fu AT
such strange behavior.
Gone or both of us will return in a
few seconds, l assured her.
81 don't know what apology to offer
YOU" stammered John Dobson alias
Mr.. Arthur Randall, as soon as the
door was closed.
"Are you convinced of your error2"
demanded | loftily.
Nothing IS more certain. | should
never have came to Newcastle, but
that the inspector was 80 positive they
took the train you came by, and blew
me up SouHdly because | had not seen
the ladies who we're with you. 1t would
l.haye been a great rise for me to take
that young rascal. But, for the present,
the clue seems lost. | have a notion
he is hiding in London"
quite likely" | assented; and a few
minutes later | returned to Mrs. Spence
sitting.rOom alone.
AS the night wore on, l thought 1t
strange | had never before noticed the
soft low music of Laura Spence's voice
| liked to hear her sing, and felt charm
ed when she spoke to me;and, although
We none of us had much rest the night
before, we did not separate until a late
hour.
The time at GreystOne passed all too
quickly; but [ did not leave there un-
til Laura Spence had promised to make
me the happiest man in the world.
The nine days talk of the North
British Bank robbery ran its course,
and then died away to be remembered
by very few. My father seemed much
interested in the affair, but felt certain
that the fellow did not go in the same
train ''that my son went by" as of
course l knew no hing of any one an
swering to the description given by the
police.
Time passed on, and Laura Spence
became my wife. and then | told her of
my strange railway adventure. We
often talked about it, and my wife be-
came a staunch friend to Paul'smother
and sister. The lad remained with
Ted over two years, and then left for
the ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS in South Africa.
For two or three years we lost sight of
him, and then, with many other people,
were startled by an announcement in
the newspapers stating that Paul Riv-
CTS, WHO ndu IODD6u Lil6 N. ID. Dhlh Ill
1856, had refunded the full amount he
had embeZzled with interest. A few
months later a ~gentIemanly little a
called at my house and inquired for
Mr.. Lawson. My surprise may be i'm
aglAed when l saw Paul Rivers stand
ing before me.
''Why, this is IN unexpected pleas
ure!" said I, holding out my hand.
LAS soon as 1 was a free man I could
not resist the longing to come over and
thank you for all your kindness to me
and those at home" he said earnestly.
"Yeu are not going back L hope?n
''Oh, yesl' he replied. And back he
went in a short time, taking with him
his mother and sister.
Paul is a rich and prosperous man
now. He often writes to Ted and me;
and his letters are always full of hope
and happiness; for he is blest with a
clear conscience, a good wife, happy
children, and an abundance Of this
worlds goods.