Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1891-07-25

the end window. He graspcd some-
thing that lay on the desk and fol-
lowed. They were evidently making
for :; boat at the end of the wharf, but
the hindmost stumbled and fell, and as
he sprang up, Graham gave him a blow
on the head that laid him out. Old
Martin joined him with a lantern.
Turn the fellow over till we can see
his face. AS Isnve, it is Philip Daily,
the scoundrel! What have you got II
your hand?'
George looked.
why, it is surely the safe key"
Martin was amazed-the genuine was
certainly in its accustomed place in the
house and yet the safe had been opened.
| Comparison of the two at once made
the plan of the robbery manifest-the
kew in Grahams hands had been the
means of bringing Daily to justice and
he went to Jail with q very sore head.
Graham renewed his suit, but Mrs
Rentz had evidently resolved that he
should not marry her daughter, and
| Mabel had not force Of character enough
| to act independently, SO George bidding
them all good-by left. and next day
they heard that he had shipped on a
vessel bound for India.
| Mabel mourned his absence. and, as
is often the case, found that she loved
him more than she had imaGincd but
three years passed away and no word
came from her old lover.
Martin Bentz' health began to fail
and his wife thought that it was time
for her daughter to marry. Mr.. Gray
| lcy had "a nephew named Sands who
worked around the place, and he had
been paving Mabel much attention and
[ ~ hcr mot her and, after
much persuasion and some secret tears,
the girl accepted him and they were
married. Sands was not Il bad fellow,
but he was utterly feeble in character,
and after four years of dull and spirit
less married life. Mabel found herself
a childless widow. Her father was
dead and when her mother spoke OF her
marrying again. Mabel said. with un'
usual firmncss: Mother. your inter
ference broke up my life aud Will not
allow it to influence me again; don
speak tc me- about these matters, as
you only give -" pain
| George Graham had p"ospered as a
sailor, and one day he came to Phlia'
delphia captain of a magnificent emp
ncr ship. lie had cargo consigned to
a firm on Delaware -rcnuc, and Went
to their counting house and was very
|
ger people then than now. Gla"clns
around he saw hanging on the wall
large key. Memory at once rccaiict
the house, in the boatyard and his los
swcetheart "Nou are looking at that
kew said one of the partners; well
that belonged to one uncle or mln'
named Grayley-it has history-an'
when the old house was torn down
kept this as memento.
: Graham was silent for monen. ant
then asked: DO YOU know anything o
I the family that lived in your uncle
house?" .
1 ..Thc Bcntzes! Oh, yes. my uncle lef
old Martins widow one hundred dol
) lars a year - long as she lives '"
nav it to her Her widowed daughter
2 | Mrs Sands. a very pretty and go"'
t woman. comes for it. and, by the by
, ! It's due to-day. and here she comcs-d
: Won know her?"
: Graham was strongly moved. He me
: her at the door and said: Mabel, d.
Il you remem Der me-?
1 Poor girl. she stared at him for mo
: ment and then burst into tears. ~
r YES, George. ! remem Der You well.
Y The SEQUEL needs no telling. Capt
4 Graham made but one more voyag
. and then married his early love. Oh
q Mrs. Eentz fortunately. died soon al
= terward.
n The old key had been taiisman ant
l. it hung in the dinCy office, with ia!
on telling from whence 1T came, until
:. new generation came in. and then
was thrown in the rubbish, and nov
o hangs battered, rusty and forloEn q
:. the wall of rag op.-Philadelphi
: Press.
How u Jcyrcler Looks At 1t.
[ Mr.. Sterling Ware jeweierl-l wish