The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-01-07

tlVeuuoQN- Az your Akb was We.
ing night and day, was slaVing for gol
that you have since thrown 20 the dog
When You can show me that all trace
Of manlinesH and honesty are not deai
10 your breast, then, and never before
win ] think Of You IS sou.
'tNICHoLAs CARsLANp,"
A multeEed curse escaped his no
lips, and he threw the letter on III
tabls with a gesture OF disgust Thel
he took up the other misslye, tore
open with violent fingers, and hurried
" ran his eyes over the few lines II con
tanned:
"DRAR GYDSEY"-tlle letter ran, .
am sorry 10 hear that you are on ypn
beam ends again, as you put IT, ] hay
spoken 10 father, but he sWeaFs that b
will do nothing further. Really yol
have gone too far. Why not settll
down, and become respectable mem
Der Of society? OF course, | am YER,
sorry bnt can do nothing,
"You. afectionate brother,
"RREDERIC CARsLAEp. I,
Throwing both communications int
the crate with curse, he turned 70 thl
table, and tried 10 eat. But he had NJ
appetite. The night before he hat
reeled home the worse for liquor, ant
felt "seedy" enough at that moment
He was thirsty, however, and drained
teapot and milking Of their contents.
His thoughts still ran on the IN,
pleasant missives no had received from
home, and presently he went 70 thl
fireplace, took up the crumpled sheets
aud re-Eead them carefully, without,
however, being enabled 10 extract
CLEAN Of comfort from one or the othel
the letters. A second reading only
brought ont more clearly the unpleas
ant and plainly made statements thei
contained, and caused Sydney 3. Cars
land to curse, not between his teeth
now. but openly and loudly.
"That internal cur is to blame Tor al
this, and not the old man" he ejacu
lated. "But I'll be even with him some
dayp
lie tore the letters into fragments, and
scattered them ppsSionateiy about the
floor, afterwards Topping upont the
chair, his teeth chatting his under lip,
his brow contracted, and his forehead
wrinkled in all the fury Of impotsnt
rage.
What was he to do? Was this to be
the end Of his iolly2 Was he to 20
under at last, as so many Of his friends
had been kind enough to predict MOI
He would make one more effort before
he gave up the struggle
He would 60 10 Tllorrell Moor, oven
II he had TO walk all tho distance. But
he had no intention Of trudging it from
London TO Lancashire II it were posi-
bic for him to raise the money by either
hook or crook.
He considered for some moments, but
could call to mind friends who would
be- willing TO lend him the necessary
coins Of the realm; he had nothing TO
pawn; what was he to do? Just at this
point his landlady-a pleasant-faced
and respectable-looking woman OF mid
die age-tapped at the door, pashed 1t
open, and stood in the doorway.
"You got your two letters, Mr. Cars
land7" she began, triAe awkwardly.
II did" he replied sullenly, and with
out turning his face towards her. itI' ~
"You received good news, hope,
'Bad news-internally bad, curse it.
I'm at the end Of my tether now"
"You said You thought you might be
able to let me have q little on my &C.
count, to-day, Mr. Carsland."
$50 ! did, and / meant itp hecried,
twisting round on his seat. II expect-
ed money this morning, and 49, we'll,
Ididn't get any. ! have no money
not q shilling, and l mean to be in Ian.
cashire tomorrow. ! must 90. Can't
you lend me pound or thirty ahil-
lings? I'll pay you every penny ] owe
you, Mrs. Edwards. I am q gentleman
and woulu scorn to cheat a hardtWork.
ing woman like you"
'They all say that, sir"
"But you know that my father is a
baronet-sir Nicholas Carsland, Of
Oarsland Hall, Thorrell Moor, Lam
cashire, an owner Of mines" y
$50 you said" she remarked, drily.
do you doubt my word2 If you do,
pick up those pieces Of paper and read
4Ou VIII bS6 tlGu t4lhb \ huA NV - llNte
ats no business Of mine, Mr.. Cars.
land, / only want my money. Pm q
"You shall be- paid. But to obtain
money ] shall have to so home, and
Lancashire is long way. Lend me the
money II you car" y" J J,Ii. Z,
~ have none to lend, sir, Pm soryto
sot, ~ -ftF
acan't you borrow it from come Of
your neighbors?"
II might; but"
'FYou can't trust mel" he calculated,
bitterly. "God knows that have fallen
very low indeed when you believe that1
would rob you like q common adSen-
turer or thieflp
II will try to get you q pound or so,"
she cried impulsiyely, touched by his
despair, aud she turned to leave the
room.
DO, there's good soul, and you
shall never regret II. II / do not repay
you with ample interest may ! be-"
She had gone, and heceased TO make
assertions. Seeing he was alone, five
minutes later Mrs Edwards returned,
and placed sovereign and Eve shill.
ings on the table without a word.
THANK you, very muchp he said
earnestly as he pocketed the money.
"And now I'm OF to Thorrell Moor,
Lancashire. You will hear from me In
q few days. You will find my address
on those scraps OF paper"
- n n flt J,
TnE RETURN OF THE scAPE.dRAcE
1t was the evening following that de-
scribsd in tho opening pages Of this
story. After dining with Frederic, Sir
Nicholas Carsland had been minded to
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