Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-12-27

Which the poor prisoner had left on the
table when he had escaped. The banker
took out his keys, and was proceeding to his
private room, when one of the servants
entered and said:
ST beg your pardon, sir, but there is a
gentleman in the hall who wishes to speak
to you atonce."
He excused himself to his guests and went
out. In the ante-chamber he was met by a
pale but handsome man, of decent appear
ance, who seized both his hands ard ex-
claimed with agitation:
Pardon, sir; oh, pardonH
81 really do not know you, sir" said the
banker, drawing back a little; shave you
done aught to injure me, that you ask my
pardon? Who are you?"
81 am that unhappy fool who hazarded 15
wears of his life for a prize. and when it was
at his command, rejected it in contempt"
The banker caught hold of chair and
sank into it. What can do for you?"
asked he, breathlessly, and turning deadly
pale.
"Oh, sir! have made terrible mistake,
and here, on my knees, I revoke every word
OF that foolish statement, that 1 left behind
me- Let no one judge OF a thing he does
not know by experienced What does the
man born blind know of color? or the beg
gar the value of precious diamond? What
did j, mere school-boy and prisoner, know
of life. beauty and pleasure, when 1 never
had enjoyed it? / was misled by books,
because thought them to be life itself,
when they were only shadows-pale, color
less pictures of the glorious reality. Yes, the
world is beautiful, the air delicious. and
love is sweet. What / have said
was said in Ignorance, and here, on
nv knees, / beg you to pardon me
the unintentional deceit. 1 do not ask for
the two millions, 1 have forfeited them VOL
UNFAIRLY and legally; am not entitled to
anything; but have an undoubted claim
on your generosity and 1 have come to beg
for u paltry hundred thousand, that l may
be able TO marry the woman l love. Give
it to me, or will kill myself, and surely,
ycu will not let me die Tor the want Of q
bare pittsnce, when 1 freely presented you
with so hard-earned fortune!'
Get up" the banker said hoarsely; Ego
home. Tomorrow you shall have what you
desire. COP
The man went away, and the banker, like
a man walking in a dream, slowly arose and
giddily turned around to return to his guests
1t was all over. The proof was proof no
more; this wretch revoked it. 1t was worth
less, and now it was infalliblv his, the bank
er's turn, to give up everything. Yes, and
he would do it. He would give them all an
example of magnanimity, and show them how
a man used to splendor and great
ness could reject these three millions and
yet give the required proof, by not only
giving a hundred thousand to this man, but
actually donating all he possessed to the
poor; and alter giving up wealth and posi-
tion, love and fame, business and power, he
would give up lie itseli, by retiring IRON
the world into some brotherhood. He be-
came quite enthusiastic over it, but as he
entered his brilliantly lighted diniug-room
the thought struck him that his magnanim-
ity would not be appreciated, because he was
compelled to the sacrifice by dire neces-
sity, and as his debts were larger than his
possessions. the right of disposing OF the
latter was in reality not his. He avoided
the eve of his antagonist, and, family sink
ing into a chair, exclaimed:
"Gentlemeni The proof is worthless. You
are right-such a man does not exist. Here
are my keys-I am ruinedp'-T Translated
from the Russian for the Argonaut.