The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-08-07

all that we know are left of them. have
legally adopted her. LII l have not made
her my heiress, it is because | prefer to
leave everything TO you, and l would
rather she should know she was de-
pendent upon you for the future than
upon me-"
And can make will in her favor if l
want to-" said Mrs. Peyton quickly.
always" responded her husband, smil-
ingiy, but you have ample time to think
of that. trust. Meanwhile, l have some
news for you which may make Susy's
visit to the Rancho this time less dull to
her You remember Clarence Brant, the
boy who was with her when we picked her
up and who really saved her life?"
mo, l don't" says Mrs. Peyton- pet
tishiy, NOR don't want to! You know,
John, how distasteful and unpleasant it is
To me to have those dreary, petty and vut-
gar details of the poor child's past life re-
called, and thank heaven, have forgotten
them except when you choose to drag them
before me. You agreed long ago that we
were never to talk of the Indian massacre
of her parents, so that We could also ig-
more it before her; then why do
you talk OF her vulgar friends who are
just as unpleasant2 Please let us drop the
past"
Willingly, my dear but unfortunately
we cannot make others do it. But this is
a case in point. 1t appears that this boy
whom we brought TO Sacramento to de-
liver to n relation"
"And who was wicked little impostor
you remember that yourself, John for
he said that he was the son of Colonel
Brant-and that he was dead-and you
know. and my brother Harry knew, that
Colonel Brant was alive all the time and
that he was lying-and Colonel Brant was
not his father, broke in Mrs. Peyton, i'm
patiently.
LAS il seems you do remember that
| much." said Peyton dryly, lit is only just
to him that should tell you that it APP
pears he was not an impostor. His story
was true. | have just learned that Colonel
Brant was actually his father, but had con-
ceaed his law iess life here, as we'll as his
identity from the boy. He was really that
vague relative TO whom Clarence was con-
tded, and under that disguise he after
| ward protected the boy, had him carefully
educated at the Jesuit college OF San Jose
and dying two years ago in that iilbuster
raid in Mexico lett him a considerable
fortune"
And what has he 10 do with Susy's
holidays said Mrs. Peytou with uneasy
quickness. John you surely cannot ex-
pect her ever To meet this common crea-
ture again with his vulgar ways. His
wretched associates like that Jim Hooker,
and-as YOU yourself admit--the blood of
an assassin, duelist and. heaven knows,
what kind of pirate his father wasn't at
the last-in his veins, Iou don't believe
that a lad Of this type, however much of
his fathers lll-goIten money he may have
can be lit company for nay daughter,
You never could have thought of inviting
him here
I'm afraid that's exactly what have
| done. Ally, said the smiling but unmovei
Peyton. ''but I'm still more afraid that
your conception OF has present condition
| Is an unfair one like your rememhranc of
his past. Father Sobriente, whom / met
at san Jose yesterday. says he IS very in
tellIgent and thoroughly educated with
charming manners and refined tastes
His fathers money, which they
say was all investment for
him in Carson's bank five
wears ago, is as good rs any ones. and
his fathers blood won't hurt him in Cali
fornia or the Southwest At least he is
received everywhere. and Don Jose Robin
son was his guardian. Indeed, As far as
social status goes, 1t might be a serious
question II the actual daughter of the late
John Silsbee. of Pike county. and the
adopted child of John Peytou was in the
least his superior As Father Sohriente
evidently knew Cfarence's former COM
panionShip with Susv and her parents il
would be hardly polite for US 10 ignore it
or seem 10 be ashamed OF II. 50 | en-
trusted Sohriente with an invitation 10
young Brant on the spot.
Mrs. peytou's lmpatience, indignation
and opposition. which had successfully
given way before her husbands quiet,
mastertul good humor, here took the form
ot aneurotlc fatallsm. She shook her head
| with superstitioUs resignation.
Didn't tell yoD. John. that | always
h3d dread OF something coming"
'hut II II comes in the shape OF shy
young LAD, see nothing slngalarly por-