Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-04-09

estate, that he could never derive fur
Their benefit from it. Or his family
either, SO long az he lived"
"Would it return to us at his deathP
am sure if he is to sit up all night, he
will destroy his health and die" she
mournfully added.
| "1t-would return into the family, "
spoke Oscar, hesitating where the
pause has been put.
Alice Dalrymple, who had been buried
in revcrie, looked up. A contingency
had occurred to her which she had
never thought of before; SO entirely
had the Grange been theirs, in their
fathers recent lifetime, and in the GER
tainty of its descending to Charles aft
erward. Suppose any thing were to
happen to Charles?" she said, "whose
would the Grange be? Mamma'sP"
No one answered her.
oscar, ask you, would it go to
mammap'
| "No."
ITO whom, thenP''
my DEAR" interposed Mrs. Dali
rymple. lit would be Oscars. 1t goes
| to the male line."
| The answer took both the young la
| dies by surprise, but they were silent
They stole glance at him; a red, con-
scious light had flown into his usually
pale cheek.
II never knew it," breathed Selma.
| "And it is of little import your know
| ing it now" cried Oscar. II am as
likely to come in to the Grange as am
to be made prime minister. Charles is
| a younger man than am"
"But, if Charles were to play it
| away" resumed Alice, sit would be
yours then"
"Alice. you are unusually dull to-
| day said Mrs. Ualrymple. Were
Charles to be SO nfatuated-which l
have little fear of; none, indeed--it
would not be Oscay's .cy more than it
| is now"
Whose then, mamma? I was think
ing OF something else when you were
talking"
Charles still. Only he could not
enjoy it. His creditors would take
care of that"
poor Charles!' uttered Alice. HE
has been left to himself, up there, he
has had nobody to turn to for advice
or counsel, and dare say he has only
done, what he has done, from thought
lessness. A word from mamma may
set him right. DO you not think you
| ought to go to him. mammal
Eyes, Alice. have been resolving
on it, now, as we were talking"
ut is the only plan." returned o.
car, looking at Mrs. Dalrymple. HE
may listen to YOU
Il will go-to-morrow is Sunday
the first thing on Monday morning.
You must accompany me, Oscar"
IF you wish it. will
Monday morning dawned. and all
got up to the early breakfast-tab!e;
even Alice, whose lameness was an
apology for not rising early in general
In the midst of breakfast, James came
in, and looked at Oscar Dalrymple.
minute?'
"What forP''
"Just for a minute, SIR" repeated
James.
Oscar went out, some bread-and-but-
ter in his hand, for there was no time
to spare. James shut the door.
Here's Reuben come down, sir. by
the night MAIL" be whispered: "He
told me to fetch you out to him, but
not TO say to mistress that it was him."
Oscar walked quickly across the hall.
Reuben, who was peeping for him,
from the kitchen passage, turned into
an empty room. Oscar followed.
what is itP What has brought you
from town.
The old servant trembled with agita-
ton, and grasped hold Of the back of a
chair. 'Oh, Mr.. Oscar! It Is all over.
My poor young master Ks gone"
Oscar sat down, seemingly uncon-
scious what he did, and the same red
light came into his checks.
The very night you left, sir, he went
out again with those men. Before he
went, he told me he was ruined, and
more than ruined. He never came
back He followed ON the fate of the
first Charles Dalrymple; but he did not
come home to do it,
HE has destroyed himselfp'
"He has! he has!'
How? In what manner?"
Drowned. sir. He jumped over
bridge, right into the
water. Oh, what distraction his poor
mind must have been in, to urge him
to such a death as that!'
Oscar rose and looked from the win
dow. Cold as was his nature, the news
could not fail to shock him-although
he was the mheritor.
HAS the body been found?" he
presently asked.
mo. Perhaps it never will be. The
officers say, not half the bodies that
get into the Thames ever see the light
again. But his fate is as certain, sir,
as if it had been; and it may yet be
found. Curious to say, a young man
who works for his tailor, passed along
the bridge, Just before two O'Clock,
and saw him there, half hanging over the
parapet, just rs if he was going to drop
into it. He pulled him back, but, he
says, when he saw it was Mr.. Dali
rymple. he begged his pardon and
walked on. At two. the men, in a
barge there, heard the splash in the
water, and the next day his hat was
found in the stream. and brought
home"
1T Is sad news" said Oscar. II and
Mrs. Dalrymple were on the point of