The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1892-01-30

Harvey Randolph made startling dlscov-
ery-his daughter had disappeared. So the
guests we're dismissed gDder the preteXt
that the bTide-tO-be was i'll.
How are we to face the town with this
disgraceful accident?" stormed Mr.. Ran
dolph. ~,,,
all right" Clarence had SAID and he ga
Two men, one young, the other about 90
years old, sat in q Western railway station
on the morning following the occurrences
just recorded.
LET me see, Josh, is that New York
paper ?" asked the younger, and received
the sheet from bis companion. lie scanned
the columns and at last exclaimed in
hOaTSe voice: " It's no use, Josh, TINS settles
it, and he read:
Observation-Disclosures.
A somewhat romantic wedding took place In
LarchYlile last evening, tile principals Delng TWO
or The most prominent people OF LaTchVllle So
CteIy-Clarence DuntOn and Lillian Randolph.
Ere The wedding hour the couple chose 10 De
married privately. After the ceremony they
departed on Western tour on their return
Mr.. aud Mrs. Dunt0n viii reside in LarchYille
Charles Harrington threw the paper aside,
and with a sickly smile said:
That settles me, Josh"
In q little mining settlement in Western
California lived Charles Harrington He
Josh Dabney, and was waiting for the train
when the New York paper fell into his
hands.
With a broken heart he returned to the
little mining camp and sought to forget his
former life in the fascinating search for gold.
One night I'm the following October he was
seated with Josh Dabney at their rude table
in the shauty when a well-knOWn charac-
ter about the settlement entered.
"Hi, Dan shouted Josh, set down.
WHAT'S the new, along your last ride? liar
rington, tuis be Dan Redmond, tie stage
driver"
Hold on there, JOSH" said the new
comer. Harrington. did you say? There
were q woman on tile last trip rs were
Halo, Come iu ~ and heavily yelled L.
male appeared in the gOrTGy.
Tie UuC5utb miners removed their hats,
but cur hero Tec0gu Z2d Tie familiar figure.
she removed the Vell-a cry, and she was
IN his arms.
Yes Lillian Rand alph had sought her
loved one and found him. There IN the
miner cabin everything was explained TO
our heros satisfaction. and for the first time
he felt ashamed Of his weakness.
Charles Harrington did deliver his letter
to the eTraud-b0y that day, but the fellow
lost ii. and there WAS no doubt that NJ S.
/ Duntou found it, and brought abou. the
meeting Of Lillian and Clarence.
Harvey Randolph had permitted the disap-
pointed sultul 10 lhstIt the ihhlIldst Hot'Ct
that had crushed the hopes Of our hero in
order 10 delude Tie scandal-mougers.
With little ceremony Lillian and Charles
were married in san Francisco.
Charles Harrington turned his g0ld-dust
into dollars, ana the cOuple sailed for Flor
ida, where they met Mr.. K ndOlph.
There they resided until the middle Of
December. They arrived Ia LaTchyilIe on
Christmas eve.
The following morning at o'clock they
descended Tie steps Of tie Randolph House.
On the corner Of tie street stood a young
man whom our friends recognized as CiaT-
euce DIu,on He saw the couple and
walked toward them.
Noddiuz sJhiv to our hero he was about
90 81 eak O. Lillian.
ALLOW me, Mr. Dunton, said Lillian,
TO introduce my husband, your old friend,
Charles Harrlugt- u. J. u. in Boston
Globe