Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-29

would recognize him II ever she met him
But there isn't the slightest cleW to hi
identity"
Abel Mayne stood pale ana agitated.
Come, papa" Alice went on; "w,
mustn't stay aside from our friends"
So they joined the merry group, in which
even the black-garbed Florence was happy
in the success of her dearest friend. Ever
the thoughtful William Morris was Jolly il
his congratulations to his friends daughter
The card Of one more well-wisher wal
brought in and handed to Mayne. He read
the name. It was that of Lloyd Dickson
Mayne shook as he saw it. But be had nc
apprehension for himself, and he could
hardly refuse admission to worthy &C.
| quaintance A minute later the two vic.
tins Of his theft were bowling to each other
In an Observation-Disclosures upon whom
lay the false charge of robbery, although
| there was as vet nobody ready to formulate
it, and Miss Blakely, Impoverished, il not
bereaved by reason Of the securely-hidden
| criminals act.
That night Morris rode away from the
hall in the same carriage that conveyed the
Maynes. Wall street men never intermit
their Wall street talk for long, and the
financial topic of the day-a misappropria-
tion OF trust fund-was introduced.
ut has got to be popular to take the
funds of others and speculate with them,
Morris remarked. almost every man in
the course of his life has the property of
others put in his care. He has administered
perhaps for dead friend. Now, when that
man takes that money and goes to specu-
lating with it for his own purposes, he is
guilty of THEFT, falsehood and perjury, and
in the most intense sense of the word is a
miscreant There are families to-day
widows and orphans-with nothing between
them and starvation but sewing machine,
or kept out of ;he-Fortex by the thread of
needle red with the blood of their hearts,
who were by father or husband left a COM
potency"
"Or by a mother" Mayne added, scarce
ly above q whisper.
"And what must be the conscience of such
a criminal? I remember some odd theory
of yours, Mayne, that where there lis no
Will which is the cause, there can be no con-
science, which is the effect ] don't agree
with that. a highwayman once plunged
out upon Whitefeld, the preacher, as he
rode along on horseback, sack of money on
the horse-money that he had collected for
orphan asylums-and the highwayman put
his hand on the gold, and White6eId turned
70 duQ edlus 4OuCu budL II you udT6-
that belongs to the Lord Jesus Christi And
the rufian skunk into the forest. Consciencei
Consciencel The rufian had pistol, but
White6eld shook at him the finger of doom.
The orphans money was saved. Do not
think you can hide any great and protracted
sin in your heart. In an unguarded mo-
ment it will slip off the lip, or some slight
action may for the moment set siar tnis door
that you wanted to keep closed. But sup
pose that in this life you hide ii, and you
get along with this trsnsgression burning on
your heart, as a ship on fire within for days
hinders the flames from bursting out by
keeping down the matches, yet at last, in
the judgment, that iniquity will blaze out
before God and the universe"
The carriage stopped at Morris residence,
and he alighted, bidding the father and |
daughter good night, and never dreaming |
of the pertinency OF what he had said
"Alice," said Mayne, 81 will see to it |
that your young friend, Miss Blakely, does |
not lack good support. will make good |
the loss which she sustained through that
robbery"