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

/ fAt lnstP' she cried. and ran toward q
woman who was looking anxiously about.
"Oh. ma'am, am so delighted TO see you
once more, Nancy replied.
They entered 9 coupe and were driven
rapidly of to the home Of the Maynes. On
the way Florence vas not loquacious.
Have you nothing more to tell me,
ma'am?" the former servant asked. "Ah,
you blushi Now see. A pretty young
lady like yOu--"
Florence interrupted her: 1T always
trust you. Yes, someone loves me. I love
him. But sent him away. how could I
drag him into my revenge? But now 1
have done it. I am to marry him two days
from now. and he is to help me in my
search. That Is why we have sent for you. y
So Nancy knew that rehearsal Of the
case was pending, and, by the time she was
in Abel Mayne's library, she had revived
her memory fully. They found Mayne there,
and he listened quietly to the woman's repe-
tition Of her account. She had not pro-
ceeded far before Lloyd Dickson entered by
a door behind her.
"All that saw of the robber," she went
on, ''was when he was out on the platform.
It was night and the cars were ready to 90
along. he was hiding in the shadow Of a
post when poor Mrs. Blakely caught sight
OF him. just then man laid his hand on
the scoundrel, but we didn't see anv more"
Lloyd Dickson was gazing with dilated
eyes, as though the woman's words had re-
called scene to his memory; and so they
had, for to his recollection came clearly the
occurrence in which he had participated.
No glimmer Of the period OF his alteration
had ever before flashed upon him, and his
kindly employers had, on his recovery, re-
trained from talking at all about his illness.
Describe the man." Florence said
ST can't" she answered. "You know
that I've never been able to--he looked SO
wild and scared. But if ever / should lay
eyes on him -" She turned and saw
Lloyd. "Ahl there he isl There he isi''
A silence of full minute was broken BY
the accused man.
''She tells the truth" he hoarsely said.
II remember it now. 1t was I who entered
your mothers apartment, Florence. fam
cied 1 was a fugitive. It comes back to me
suddenly and clearly. helped her to put
her money into the bag. and"
''Then you robbed her?" Florence cried.
He stood dazed and uncertain.
No; he did not, " Abel Mayne interposed.
ST was the robberI''
Then the real criminal made full con-
fession.
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Abel Mayne had at last learned that the
human conscience is reality. he was never
exposed to the public. Those who heard his
regretful account of his misdeed had no dis
position to increase the expiation which he
insisted upon making. he never went to
his Wall street establishment again, but |
deputized Lloyd and Morris to settle the
business, and to give every dollar of the |
de 10 Oha IL.
-as she would not take anv of the money.
HAPPILY Alice's great talent as vocalist
rendered her independent as to income, and
SO her refusal to take q gift did not bring
poverty to her.
In beginning the new year Of 1889 penni-
less, Mayne was happy man, clear of
conscience for the present and hopeful for
the future. He has not since set foot into
Wall street.
But the worship of the modern golden calf
goes on there, and, like the one described in
the Bible Is very apt to be made out Of bor-
rowed gold. These Israelites borrowed ear
rings OF the Egyptians and then melted them
into god. That isthe way the golden calf is
made nowadays. Still the degrading wor-
hip goes on and the devotees kneel down
Ind kiss the dust and count their golden
beads and cross themselves with the blood
If their own sacrifice. The music rolls on
lnder the arches; it is made of blinking sill
yer and clinking gold, and the rattling
pecie of the banks and brokers' shops, and
he voices of all the exchanges. This temple
tands open day and night, and there is the |
.littering god with his four feet on broken
learts, and therels the smoking altar of sacri-
ice new victims every momenton il, and there
re the kneellng devotees and the doxology
# the worship rolls on, while death stands
nth moldy and skeleton arm beating time
or the chorus-''moreI morel moreP'
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