Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-05-27

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must leave a word with you, in case ]
am inquired after
cam not to attend you, sir?' in
terrupted.
"'No, shan't want you particular
ly,' he answered; you'll do more good
| here. Tell all who may inquire for
me, and especially my brother, that al
though they may think / did wrong to
start alone on the road where l have
| never been, 1 am obliged to do so. /
can not help myself. Tell them I de-
liberated upon it before making up my
mind, and that I undertake it in the
possession of all my faculties and
senses
81 found these words somewhat
strange continued Reuben, 'but his
true meaning never struck upon me
OH" he walled, clasping his hands, sit
never struck upon me. My thoughts
only turned to Scotland; for my master
had been talking of going there to see
Scotch laird, a friend of his, and be-
lieved he had taken a sudden resolu-
ton to pay the visit then; l thought he
had pulled out his trunk to put in some
things he might want, before l packed
it. asked him when he intended to
start, and he replied that l should
know all in the morning; and l went
back to my bed"
sin the morning one of the women
servants came and woke me. Her face
startled me the moment [ opened my
eyes; it was white and terror-stricken,
| and she asked me what that stream of
blood meant that had trickled from I'M
der the door of my masters chamber.
Invent there when l had put thing or
two on. Master Charles" he added,
dropping his voice to a dread whisper,
''he had indeed gone on his Journey"
"Was he dead?"
''He had been dead for hours. The
razor was lying beside him, near the
| door; told you his throat was bare. l
have never forgotten that dreadful sight;
a thought has always been haunting
me that, had understood his meaning
as might, it would have been pre-
vented"
'.His trunk-what did he get that out
for?"
ITO blind meas I have believed
SINCE"
"Why did he commit the deed?"
gloomily continued Charles, whom the
account seemed to have partially So
bered.
''He had got into the clutches of the
same sort of people that you have, sir,
and they had tleeced him down to beg
gary and shame; and he had not the
resolution to leave them. and face the
poverty; that was the way he did it.
His worst enemy was Captain Haugh-
ton. He is Colonel Haughton now"
What do you mean?" cried Charles
Dalrymple, after pause of astonish-
"ment.
Eyes, sir, the same man. He is
your evil genius, and he was your I'M
cle's before you. The last time I saw
him was when we both stood together
over my masters dead body; he came
in, along with others. He must have
been stark mad was his exclamation,
as he looked down at him. Perhaps
so, Captain Haughton,' answered, but
the guilt lias on him who drove him so. ,
He took my meaning, and he skunk
away, and we never met him again till
he called here the other day, after you,
sir. l knew him and he knew me:
don't think he'll come here again. Mr..
Charles, you had better have fallen into
the meshes of the Fiend himself than
into that mans"
my uncle must have been insane
when he did this" uttered Charles
Dalrymple.
1.-The jury said otherwise" sadly an
swered Reuben. s'They brought it in
telo-de-se, and be was buried by torch
light, without the burial service
The news had told upon Charles.
His mind just then was a chaos. Moth
ing tangible showing out of it, save
that his plight was as bad as his I'M
cle's and he had been looking, in his
persistent infatuation, for that night to
redeem it. He rose up after awhile
and signed to Reuben to let him pass.
The latter's spirit sank within him.
lis what l have told you of no avail,
Mr.. Charles. Are you still bent on
going forth to those wicked men? 1t
will be your ruin.
lit is that already" were Charles
words. Reuben, as it was with my
uncle, so it is with me; 1 am ruined,
and worse than ruined, and after to-
night will know Colonel Haughton
no more. But | have resolved to make
one desperate effort this night to re-
deem myself, and | must do it. / WiH
try it, it is the only chance. Let me
pass"
The servant could not help himself;
he saw there was no hope of controll-
ing or turning him, and he drew aside.
And Charles went out with what he
had taken from the desk in his breast
pocket.
What strange infatuation could have
been upon him? If you have been
drawn into the fiery vortex of gamb-
ling. you will not ask; and if you have
not. it would be difficult to make you
understand it. Charles Dalrymple was
desperate man; and, besides that.
the feverish yearning forplay, in itself,
was strong upon him: as it always was
now, at that night hour. AS yet the
penalty he had incurred was but en-
barrassment and poverty; he was now
about to stake what was not his, and
risk guilt. And yet, he went forth; for
the dreadful vice had got fast hold of
him.
Mr. Piggott had been cooling his
heels and his patience outside, not
blessing his young friend for the I'M
necessary and unexpected delay and
not doing the opposite. He was of too
equable a nature to curse and swear;
he left that to his peppery partner,
Haughton.
Il thought you had gone to bed he
said, when Charles appeared; Gin an
other minute 1 should have come to
see after you
Charles Dalrymple did not reply. He
linked his arm within Mr.. Piggott's,
and walked on, in silence, in the di-
rection of Jermyn street.
They entered the ''hell." 1t is not
pleasant word for polite pens and ears,