The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-07-09

WaEueO 0Am W Keep away AEOW MS
house.
to see how we'll he looked.
"Come, cheer up, old boy" said Dick.
"The murderer will be discovered
sooner or later"
"Oh, Dick! - said his brother. show
can yon talk that way. Your position is
worse than you suppose. Mother may
survive the blow, but am afraid our
father will not"
eyes, replied Dick, "father takes it
dreadfully to heart. Mother was here
this morning. told her of my engage
ment to Mabel Long, and how Mabel's
father had threatened me if I did not
keep away from the house. have not
seen Mabel since the day before
Nathaniel White was murdered"
II saw her yesterday )" said Arthur,
"she is confident that your innocence
will soon be proved"
Two weeks after his conviction Richard
was sentenced to imprisonment for life.
When departing for prison his friends
were at the Tombs to bid him farewell,
and q single tear rolled down his cheek
as he embraced his mother.
"My son." said his father, rs he took
Dicks hand in both his own, "this blow
will kill me-"
ooh! father" replied Dick, "bear
up; know it is hard, but let us hope"
eyes, my boy, said his father, "that
is all we can do now-hope"
Arthur now approached his brother
to bid him farewell. As he embraced
Dick, he whispered something in his
ear; the prisoners face frightened. As
his friends left the Tombs, the brave
manner in which their boy acted brought
o ray of consolation to their hearts.
A year passed by. Robert Marston
was but shadow of his former self; his
wife had changed but little. The family
heard occasionally from Dick. Arthur
held position as clerk in hotel his
earnings supported the family. One
evening as the young man was seated at
his desk in the hotel, leisurely turning
over the pages of the register, man
entered who appeared to be under the
influence of liquor. The individual
approached young Marston. Arthur
recognized him it was Kent, the coach
man, who had testified at the murder
trial.
"Say, young fellow" Kent began.
Saint your name Marston
Arthur replied that it was.
"Can anyone overhear meg" contin.
ued his interrogation.
"No," replied Arthur. "not if you
speak in a low tone"
"Well, them" said Kent, "you lust
listen to what I'm about to tell you.
Your brother was arrested for murder.
but he never committed it, land am
the man that knows who did commit it,"
"What!" exclaimed Arthur, "you
knew the real assassin of Nathaniel
White and yet you testified against my
brother!"
"Hush! I" said the man, 81 was paid
handsomely for swearing MS I did.
The deed was committed by Horton
Long, and it was he who gave me the
money for swearing against your
brother. Old Long and I were pretty
thick, and knew great deal about
his private affairs that other people
did not. Two days before the murder
the partners had signed paper to the
effect that in the event of others death
the other should have full control of the
bank. The day of the murder White
left the bank at just five o'clock; left
ut ten minutes past five. I swore to
that at the trial, aud it WAS true; but
before l started after White I DELAYED
q moment to secure Longs team, which
was standing in front of the bank.
While was doing this Long had left
the bank on foot. It was he who had
crossed the street, struck White on the
head, and came rapidly along the side
walk. We recognized ench other.
Long grasped my arm and sail:
For Gods sake, Kent, keep quiet!
Young Marston passed this way five
minutes ago; swear that he murdered
White. and your fortune is made"
% told him would keep quiet, hut
said did not like the idea of accusing
young Marston of the murder. He
placed roll of bills in my hand.
agreed to everything. He told me that