Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1889-07-25

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William urpin was the cousin ! al
lnded to in the sore part of ny
story, who appeared to be jealous Of
Oscar, owing to the affection his
rich uncle had for him. Turpin CO.
veted share of the property, and,
if Mr.. Marshfield's suspicion were
correct, he may have abducted the
presumed heir, and probably meant
to keep him concealed until he (Tur-
pin) was i'll full possession of the Co
veted prize. This was Mr.. Marsh
fields theory.
The neat little plot we concocted
would be most fruitful in it's results
il Turpin really was the guilty
wretch we all now believed him TO
be.
was to go to his house, only a
few miles away, and say Mr.. Marsh
field wished to see him on important
business. | was not to lose sight Of
him, but to bring him to Manchester.
My patron was afraid Turpin might
take the alarm, especially if he knew
that his victim had escaped from his
confinement.
Oscar was instructed in the part
he was to play, and he entered into
the plot with great earnestness, for
he had been made acquainted with
the supposed outrage that had been
practiscd on him.
Before departed on my expidi-
ton, however, another discovery
and most startling one, indeed
was made by the young mans mo-
ther.
To explain this, I must go back a
number of years. Mrs. Marshiield's
last children were two boys, twins,
one OF which was Oscar; the other
was named Albert. From their
birth Albert did not seem like other
babies, he was so strangely helpless.
And though he thrived physically
equally rs well as Oscar, his brother,
it was discovered at the age of three
years that he was an imbecile, a
downright idiot. He had to be fed
at that age like babe, or he would
have starved. Tho distress of the
mother may be imagined.
When the children were about
four years old Albert disappeared as
suddenly and mysteriously as did
his brother in later years, and in
spite OF every method that ingenuity
could devise, the poor creature was
never recovered, nor his body found.
AS years elapsed the afflicted mother
became reconciled to her loss, and all
her affection was lavished on the re-
naming son, Oscar.
Now to return to the main part of
my story. Just rs | was ready to
start to the residence of William
Turpin, and Mr.. Marshfield was i'm
parting to me his final instructions,
a piercing shrek issued from the
apartment above us, where mother
and SON were enjoying their reunion.
The shrek, which did not seem to
be one of terror or agony, but rather
otherwise, came from Mrs. Marsh
field.
We fastened up stairs with a
bound, and found the poor lady re-
clining in the arms of her wonder
stricken sou.
"What has happened ?" asked the
father, as he saw his wife had faint
ed; yet, strange to say, heavenly
smile still fingered on her pale lips
81 scarcely comprehend" replied
the young man in a tone of bewil-
dcrmcnt. During our conversation
she remarked:
"'l wonder ii the scOundrel robbed
you of the bracelet you have worn
these many years? Turn up your
sleeve and let me see if you still
have it,
81 obeyed her request thus, suiting
the action to the word, and the mo-
ment she bcheld this mole, or birth
mark, she exclaimed:
"You are not Oscar, but my long.
lost Albert"
"Hhcn she shricked and tainted in
my arms"
"Fathcr in heaven, l thank Thee
fol' this mercy. BE Thou also mer.
ciful in restoring my other son to
my BOSOM"
This significant appeal to Heaven
revealed to my perfect understand
ing that the "Lost Identity" was not
Oscar, my friend, but Albert, his
long-lost brother, now restored to
his reason and to his parents like