Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-03-04
A NOBLE REVENGE.

A fair, fragile-looking boy, of appar-
emily some fourteen years, stood lean
lug over the railing in the counting
room of Glendon & Co., the great iW-
porters and merchant princes of the
city of Boston.
There WAS look of piteous pleading
in his soft brown eyes; and his pale, sad
face spoke more than words could tell
of the fear and anguish with which his
young heart was SO cruelty. rent.
1t is not myself that | care for he
sobbed, gazing at the hard-featured
man WHO was writing at one OF the
desks, but it's my mother, sir-tnis
shock will kill her y
Young man, you onght to have
thought of that before replied the
hard featured man, in a cold, harsh
tone.
But Pm innocent, sir Indeed, sir,
l never took the money
How, then, do you account for the
possession of part of the bills =
Il can account for them in no other
way, sir, than that must have recely-
ed them in change
But where p.
Il cannot tell where
The stern merchant, for it was Mr..
Glendon himself, looked up, while an
| ugly light beamed from his merciless
eye.
William Sanderson y he exclaimed.
LAYING his watch upon the desk, while
the hard lines around his face became
still harder, Il will give you just five
minutes to reveal what you have done
with that money. If at the end of that
time you are silent, shall give you in
charge of the officer.
And he resumed his writing.
The boy leaned still further oyer the
mahogany railing, and the great sobs
which shook his frail form, it would al
most seem, would have moved heart
of adamant.
But the merchant was made of even
sterner stuff, and did not once look up
until the FIVE minutes had expired.
Now, sir = he said taking up his
watch with an impatient gesture and
glancing at the boy.
Il cannot tell, sir; for indeed l did
not steal it, sir-I came honestly by
those bills
Enough said,' was the merchants
quiet rejoinder, as he stamped his foot
upon the floor.
'Oh, spare me, sir-spare nv mother
pleaded the boy, tears of anguish and
shame streaming down his cheeks.
BE merciful und heaven will reward
you. OH
Enough said = repeated the mer-
chant with stern emphasis. Not an
other word from you, sir-not another
word y
Officer he added as policeman en-
tered, there is the culprit-do your
duty
And half dead with terror, William
Sanderson was dragged away to the
prison.
Only woman tainted, your honor,
said the sheriff, in response TO the in
terrogatory of the Judge, next day, IN
the crowded police courtroom.
But. with one wild spring, William
Sanderson cleared the prisoners dock,
and was beside the inanimate person.
sOh, mother, speak to me y he cried,
as kneeling down he placed his cheek
to hers. oh, l am not guilty-indeed
I am not-my innocence will yet be
proved. Oh, will not some one bring a
glass of water-anythng quick j and
he glanced around wildly upon the ar
ray of plying faces.
A medical gentleman who CHANGED to
be present stepped forward.
Giving her hasty glance, he knelt
beside the boy, anl placed his hand
quickly upon her heart.
Then an expression of awe stole over
| Ills grave ldCc, dIlu huihSu oOAiO''
fully to the almost pallld figure at his
side.
BE brave, my boy he said, AS he
placed one hand upon the youths head
sI can do nothing for her; she is past
all mortal help
In dazed sort of way The lad arose
and looked around him.
Make way for an important witness, =,
called the crieI, from the extremity OF
the courtroom near the door.
There was buried consultation on
the bench, and then Thomas EllsleI
, was called to the stand.
His testimony was straightforward
and conclusive.
He had received the bills from Mr.
Glendon himself in change for a draft
Mr.. Glendon having called his atten
tion to the fact that they were marked
at the time. And lie had paid then
out to William Sanderson, IN change
never expecting to hear from them
again.
But having just at that moment reat
' a paragraph in the morning paper in re
: lation to the case, he had fastened II
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