Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-10-05

respect. But in one direction confess ]
am disappointed. My chief aim in you,
education has been that you should see and
know the world; that you should under.
stand men; and by contact learn to cope
with them, and hold your own. Yes, ]
confess I am disappointed; for am not
misinformed-and have taken the greatest
trouble not to be misiniormed-here are
you. after all your travel and experience OF
the world, become the dupe of two common
begging-letter impostors."
The young man, startled, looked up
quickly; but he held his peace. Now this
somewhat disconnected Harland Harris, for
he had expected an instant and indignant
protest. which would have justified little
judcious warmth on his side in production
OF proofs. But Vincent sat calm and col
lected, listening with apparent respect.
"Yes, deeply disappointed" his father
continued, with a little more animation,
"for this old charlatan who seems to have
got hold Of you is altogether too bare-faced
and cheap an impostor! Did you ever ask
yourself how he lived; what was his business
or profession; where he got the money to go
from one country to another? Well, if you
have not. have; 1 have made inquiries; 1
have had him traced; can tell you his
story, and very pretty story it is. Would
you like to hear it?"
st don't know that it concerns me much, 4"
said Vincent, with composure.
ooh, it does not!' said the gentleman
with the pompous professional air, upon
whom the Indifference seemed to have
somewhat irritating effect. "Well, there is
nothing very grand about it-except the
magnificent and wholesale lyingl And
perhaps also the incredible simplicity of
the people who allowed themselves to be
imposed on. Why, in Canada he called
himself Lord Bethune-was there no second
hand copy of Burke anywhere about to
show them there was no such peerage in ex-
istence? Lord Bethune haunting the news
paper Offices, and borrowing money right
and left, because of his Scotch name and
bogus literary schemesl His sham estates
his sham lineage-his sham coat of arms;
did nobody think of turning up a book?
Stand Fast, .Craig-Roystonp CraigRoys-
TON
He crossed the room and took down q vol
ume from one Of the shelves.
'sThere," he said, putting the book on the
table, 'there is Blacks Guide to Scotland
Can you find out where Craig -Royston is?
Turn up the index"
Mechanically and carelessly Vincent did
as he was bid.
mo, don't see 1t there, he said.
"I should think notl Nor Balloray
either; can you find BalIoray? An easy
thing to claim estates that don't exist; and
wear armorial bearings OF your own inven-
tionl Cadzow-oh, yes, Cadzow you will
find-Cadzow undoubtedly exists; but most
people thought that Cadzow belonged to the
Duke of Hamilton. Or does Lord Bethune
claim to be Marquis of Douglas and Earl
of Angus as well?"
He paused; SO Vincent was bound to
answer.
81 don't know that 1t concerns me much"
the young man said. repeating his former
phrase. Even if all you say is true, what
then? You sent me out to see the world,
and take people as found them. Well 1
found good many liars; and one more or
less doesn't matter much, does it?"
But Harland Harris was no fool; he in
stanrly divined wherein lay the secret of
Vincent's real or assumed indifference.
"Ab, l understand" said he. "I under
stand. You don't care 80 much about him.
You are willing to let him go. You think
you can dissociate him from his grand
daughter. He may be q swindler-but You
fancy she manages to keep aloof--''
The young man grew somewhat pale.
Take care--taka care" said he, and he