Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-11

"Could you look up men in desperate
circumstances and take their last penny
in usuryy'
SIS that his method?"
Certainly. And to crown all, could
you seduce your friend into promising
Job, make the trustful fool responsible
for the losses, and when they came
supply him means to pay them, receiv-
ing a ruinous mortgage as security
This is what he has done to me. Do any
Of these methods suit my sonT asked
the elder, with a gentleman's scorn.
"Meanness and avarice are new to
me, the junior rejoined, with a gentle
mans indignation. "Can fortune so
made profit man.
"Billop win not enjoy it. He is dying
too. His heirs will take possession, as
mine retire"
Edwin could not think thus coolly Of
his fathers death. To check tears he
went on with his queries.
"IIe has heirs, then, our unenviable
successor
Zone child, heir or heiress; do not
remember which"
Heir or heiress, 1 hope the new ten
ant will keep the old place in order until
can win it back for you, father"
1T cheers me greatly, my dear son, 50
said the father, with a smile on his worn,
Responding face, "to ind that you are
not crushed by my avOwal of poverty"
"The thought Of work exhilarates me, "
the younger proudly returned.
1--WE Brothertofts have always needed
the goad Of necessity" said the senior in
apology for himself and his race.
"Now, then, necessity shall make us
acquainted with success. will win it..
You shall share it."
"ln the spirit, not in the body. But
we will not speak Of that. Where will
you seek your success-here or there?7
He pointed 70 Vandycks group Of the
parliamentary colonel and his family.
/ The forefather looked kindly. down
upon his descendants. Each of them
closely resembled that mild, heroic gem
tleman.
Here or in the land of our ancestors
the father continued. "Your generation
has the choice No other will. These
/ dull, deboshed Hanoverians on the
throne Of England will crowd us to revo-
luton, as the Stuarts did the mother
country"
"Then Westchester may need a
Brothertoft, as Lincolnshire did" cries
Edwin ardently. His face flushed, his
eye kindled, it seemed as if the colonel,
in the vigor Of youth, had stepped down
from the canvas.
His father was thrilled. A life could
not name itself wasted which had passed
to such a son.
But let US not be visionary, my boy,
he went on more quietly and with weak
doubts of the wisdom Of enthusiasm
England offers brilliant career to on
Of your figure, your manners and you
talents. Our friends there donot forge
us, as you know, for all our century o
rustication here. When I am gone an,
the manor is gone you will not have on
single tie Of property or person il
America
Il love England" said Edwin, 81 Low
Oxford. The history, romance and tn
hope of England are all packed int
that grand old casket of learning, but
and he turned toward the portrait
"the colonel embarked us on the cont
nent. He would frown if we gave NJ
the great ship and took to the little pin
mace again"
Clearly the young gentleman was no
Anglicized.
The first mild winds Of March melte'
the snow from the old graveyard O
Brothertoft manor on q mount overlook
ing the river. There was but littl
drift to scrape away from the vault doc