Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-04-09
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from nome, not 10 IT, here could he
goP he with the brand of crime and
shame upon himp He got to Charing-
Cross, and there he halted, and
listenened to the different clocks strik-
ing one. Should he turn back to South
who had tried to save him, and had
failedP And go to bed, and wait, with
what calmness he might, till the law
claimed himP Hardly. Anywhere but
home. The breeze was stronger now:
it blew from the direction of the water.
Charles Dalrymple replaced his hat,
pulled it firmly on his head to hide his
eyes from the night, and dragged his
steps towards Westminster bridge.
OF all places in the world!-the
bridge and the tempting stream!-
what evil power impelled him therep
Reuben sat up the livelong night. His
master never came. Fearing, he knew
not what. and attaching more import
ance to Charles having remained out
than he might have done at another
time, he betook himself between eight
and nine to Mr.. Piggott's. That gen.
tleman did not live in very fashionable
lodgings, and his address there was
not usually given; but Reuben had
gone on fishing tour, some days be-
fore, to catch what information he
could, as TO the private concerns of Mr..
Piggott and Colonel Haughton. and had
found it out.
The slip-shod servant knew nothing;
only that Mr.. Piggott "warn't up yet"
SO Reuben, without any opposition, ap-
peared before the chamber door, and
knocked at it, sharp. loud knock.
who's THEREOF
Another knock, sharper than before.
"Come i'm
Reuben walked in. Sir" was his
unceremonious address, do you know
any thing of my master?"
'1!'' cried Mr.. Piggott, when he had
recovered his surprise. II do not.
Why?"
Il thought you might, sir, as you
took him out last night. He said he
Haughton. He has not returned home,
and there's some important business
waiting for him, SO l want to find
him."
Reuben had spoken out daringly, but
the important business" was an i'm
promptu invention.
He left us last night between twelve
and one; to 60 home, as suppose"
said Mr.. Piggott, somewhat taken-to.
II know nothing more"
Nobody else knew any thing more,
though Reuben did not scruple to ques-
ton all he came across, especially
Colonel Haughton The day wore on,
and the servant was half distracted.
His master had never remained away
like this.
Another night passed, Sunday morn
ing arose, and tidings came of Charles
and his probable fate. A hat had been
found in the Thames the previous day,
floating away with the tide. Inside it
was written, &c. Dalrymple," and it
was brought to Reuben to be owned or
disowned. He recognized it in q mo-
ment. 1t was the one his unfortunate
master had worn that night. How
could it have come in the water, and
whore, then, was Charles Dalrymplep
Little need to speculate. Some barge
men, who were in their vessel, lying
close to the side of Westminster bridge
came forward and deposed that about
two o'clock on Saturday morning they
had heard weight drop into the water
las if a body had throwed hisself
right on to the Thames. O. purpose to
make hole in it." A person had also
seen Mr.. Dalrymple on the bridge, and
recognized him, not many minutes be-
fore. The melancholy tale soon spread
over London-that Charles Dalrymple
had drowned himself; another victim
to Play.
ut runs in the family" quoth some
who remembered the former catastro-
ply; like uncle, like nephew. The
name of Charles Dalrymple must be
fated one."
II would at least have used pistol,
and gone out of the world like gen.
tleman," was the bad remark of that
bad man, Colonel Haughton, as he
stood on the Sunday night-yes, the
Sunday highland addressed those
collected around him in the place
with the hot name.
Meanwhile, Oscar Dalrymple, travel
ing all night, had reached the Grange
on Saturday morning. Never in his
life fond of Charles, scarcely tolerate of
openly proclaimed his delinquenciee to
all was great; the shock to Mrs. Dslrym-
pie was very great; she knew how fatal
the vice had already been in the fam
lily. But in the midst of her repreach-
full anger toward Charles, she felt that
Oscar need not have betrayed him to
his sisters. She said as much.
Il differ from you," replied Oscar.
''When q man enters on ruinous
courses, to hide it from any of his
family is not expedient. 1t is only by
letting him feel this marked disappro-
baton of his conduct that any hope Of
amelioration can be looked for. Selma
and Alice must not pet and fatter him
as they have hitherto done. Such is my
opinion"
Such was not Mrs. Dalrymple's.
"What plan can be adopted" she
asked, quitting that part of the subject.
"Did he positively refuse to come down
with your
He positively refused. might as
we'll have tried to move a mountain
down here. Something ought to be
done-if you could only tell what. OF
course things got worse, night by
night. ANY night he may stake the