The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-26

IAN this is thine since thou hast worshiped
me-"
They halted on the outskirts of the clear
ing, and while his son blAnketed and teth-
cred the team old Scion advanced to the
VERGE The exhilarating cir stirred the en-
thusiasms of youth within him. Alb, se-
rene panorama Of lovelinessl He outs
stretched his arms as If he would claim aud
maintain it. And 80, indeed, he might.
The kingdoms OF The earth, they were his (;
his, the matchless shades aud sparkles; his,
the smiling fields, tina smoke-wreathed
hamlets, if he but willed it. What a man
he was, or rather what q god, since he
heard not stealth tread not a quick COM
pressed painting. He stood exalted, fasci-
mated. There was rush, a low cry Of tri-
umph, a scream of terror, and old Scion
Briggs fell down, down to the jagged rocks
that grimly offered him the charity of his
past.
That scream startled young Scion Briggs
from his task. He ran TO the brink and
stopped. bewildered. There was solitude,
there was silence o, what was it, and
where was his father2 He threw himself on
the ground and peered over cautiously, Far
below he distinguished. he recognized, dark
outlines. With quakings Of flesh he rolled
backward and lay powerless. Then, re-
echolng that scream, he sprang to his feet
and dashed for tha team, and away they
sped down the steep, uneven road as if the
avenger were in pursuit. At the
horses and, securing them TO a sap-
ling, crept through the thicket TO where
his father lay. The old man was crushed,
bleeding, dying, butll conscious. He drew
his sons hand to his lip and kissed it. MY
dear boy" he falteTed. "You are sorry,
aren't you7 Always my pride, my comfort
have met my fate, as I've felt I would.
1t was-no matter; / can't blame him
much. Hasten for help. You haven't the
strength to bear me, and / couldn't endure
the attempt. I'll survive your return, never
fear. My love will keep me alive.n
Patiently old Scion Briggs lay as the
hours dragged by. Soon his son would re
turn to him. Under his tender care he
might recover, or if not he would die bless
ing him and receiving his kiss. But when
the sting Of the western sun aroused his
the compensation or the curse of the dying,
revealed the truth He was deceived, de-
spised, deserted.
His boy, the hope, the ambition of his life,
knew that he was spent, and turned from
him as from a dog. Why was he so stony
hearted! Did not the regard of years de-
serve better requiting3 Yet, what indeed
should he have expected from himself, from
his owns Could men gather grapes of
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regret An. the anguish OF posi- bilities no
longer possiblel With the darkness came
death to old Scion Briggs. The kingdoms
Of the earth faded from his view, and In
the presence Of eternity he comprehended
his own littleness.
Two days thereafter there was excitement
in the metropolis; there was panic on its
exchanges. The report came that Scion
Briggs, the great capitalist, was dead. FIRST
it was said that he had committed suicide
then that he had been murdered and that
the assassin, a half-crazed wretch whom
he had ruined years before, had been ar
restedtby the astute Bayles and boosted of
the crime. The Briggs stocks fell, and amid
their thunderous crash resounded the
g.oans of the ruined. The world Of finance
rocked to and fro from the loss of him who
had been its main prop.
AT police headquarters Bayles and the
chief were in secret consultation. "pm
glad you have sent for him." said the
former. "We've got the right man safe
enough. I've watched him for years, and
here are the details of his confession. But
there's a mystery. It is certain that Scion
Briggs and his son drove out together Sun
day morning, that the young man returned
alone and reported that his father had re-
ceived a sudden call to the city and had
taken the train at Chelsea, and that he
muss follow that evening, which he did.
Now he must have at least known that
! something had happened, and yet he kept
1t secret. Could he have been privy-"
At thisinstantthe door opened, and young
| Scion Briggs entered.
''Be seated, my dear SIR" said the chief
suavelv, land rest assured that what
transpires here shall be strictly confidential
But we feel that an explanation from you
will be-ur-more satisfactory to-ur-all
parties concerned"
'Y on see." concluded young Scion, with
an injured air, after he had related the oc-
currsnces Of Sunday morning, 81 knew that
the old man was dead, and that such a
chance to bear the market wouldn't happen
again in lifetime. So did what he would
have doue, by Jove and / think it's hard
lines that my mourning should be thus dis
turbed about II. l kept my mouth shut
and sold stocks right aud leyt, and I'm a
half million ahead on the operation"