Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1893-04-08
:clred By a number o. silver and plated
goods arranged on shelves.

the British Linen Conpany's Bank, some
eight hundred pounds in all, which |
counted and found correct. The fore.
man, who had been attending to the
horsey individual have already referred
10, handed me fresh order in his mas
er's Handwriting. was pleased to see
It was a large one. and, highly satisfied
with the business Of the day, proceedc3
TO my hotel.
1t was the eve Of Tryst at Falkirs, no:
lar frcm Stirling, the great cattle market
Of Scotland, frequented by buyers and
sellers from all parts OF Of the kingdom.
Stirling was crowded with visitors, as
usual on such au occasion and so, after
Drlei rest, aad batting my horse, l de
terminei to drive on as fat as Linlithsov,
and pass the night there.
had good diantr, and was just on
the point Of retiring tc nv room when
the noise of wheels rapidly passing the
wirldow attracted my attention.
There was Z knock at the outer door,
aud few moments after the waite
Iookei in, saying:
"A gentleman to see YOU. SIR"
"Show the gentleman in.
But he did not require showing in, foi
lie had followed close on the walters
heels. He came hastily forward and
shook me warmly by the hand. He was
an elderly gentleman. whose long white
beard and white locks gave him very
venerable appearance. An elder of tho
Kirk of Scotland at least, said to my
self He was travel-stained, and obvi-
ously very agitated.
"Mr. Turner, am glad to have been
able to meet you," he said.
''Yes2" replied interrogatively, for I
had no idea who he was.
''My names Macgregor-Macgre2or of
Stirling. Your principals know me
we'll"
81 assure you am glad to see you,"
replied, now shaking his hand in turn !;
your name Is familiar one in our
house; but," observing his emotion, {"
hope there nothing wrong?'
II hope not, my young friend," he
| replied; sat least, nothing but what can
be amended, hope. May ask you if
you have sent off the notes you got from
my son to-day2"
"No, shall wait till l reach Edin-
burgh," said.
Thank Heaven!' he fervently ejacu.
lated, and then burst into loud fit of
sobbing, the tears running down bis
cheeks and over his venerable beard.
''Mr. Turner" he said in broken
voice, and a. intervals between his sobs,
YOU see before you an old man who has
lived for over seventy years blameless
ufe, respected by everybody. aud yet my
cray hairs are to be brought down in
sorrow to the grave. My son, my son! !!
Thank God his mothers dead!"
l had some difficulty in prevailing
upon the old gentleman to try to restrain
his agitation, and at last managed to get
from his sad story.
1t seemed that for some months past
large number of forged notes, purpors-
ing to be genuine drafts on the British
Linen Company's Bank, had been in cir
culation, and people were somewhat
chary about receiving any without the
most careful examination. When l
heard this my hand moved instinctively
10 my breast pocket.
''Wait a moment, Mr. Turner" said
the old gentleman. ''My son, who was
as steady and promising young man as
you'd 4 find ia all the Lothians aud S,er.
Iinsshire too, has lately given way to
drink and horse-racing and gambling.
have been suspectiag for some time
that his money matters were not in the
otst OF order, and l don't like the look
Of his associates, especially at Trys,
times"
Here recalled the individual had
myself seen in the shop, but had not
noticed any communication between hin
All young Macgregor.
10 make a loog story short" rc,
sanol the worthy old man. my fore.
man apprised me as soon as 60. hone
.1.t ny son lad duly paid you. bu. DO:
with the notes he knew / had left 70.
ia: purpose. left him Bank OF Eag-
.aad notes. II ne has paid you il ,h.:
II oney 10 harm is done, but"
No, he has no,," said, becoming :
: amos. IS aritatei SIS nv old friend him