The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-22

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THANK you, thank you, Sir Sydney"
| There Is one little private matter, Mr.
Elliston, l should like to speak to you about
If one may approach such delicate thing
without any show Of disrespect to the
dead"
Certainly, speak. You would never. 1
know, think of forgetting yourself. Sir
! sydney. d the respect that is due to your
deceased relatives"
! Then said the new beroaet, sinking his
voice, now will the sudden death of my
father and brother affect mel Perhaps it
would have beea better If l had refrained
! from putting such a question 10 you Just
| now, but you will understand that after the
late quarrel between my relations and my
self, which was the cause of my leaving
| home, am unnaturslly anxious
Just 50, just So. 1t is perfectly natural,
Sir Sydney. But am happy to say that
you have no reason to complain--nO occa-
sion at all to fear the future"
| "WhyT
because you are practically your ia sher's
sole heir-no, not that exactly. but your
| brothers."
"W hat! How do you meant Frederic
hated the sight of me-"
Had your brother survived he would
have Inherited everything"
Every thing. Mr.. Ellistong'
| Yes, every stick I'd stone-every mine
and every penny, Sir Sydney. Your ia her
made q new sill-or drew it ont accord
| ing to his instructions about three months
| ago"
| And my name was not in that docu-
| mentm
YES it was; but all he wilIed to you were
! your mothers jewels
"WhatP the barone. cried with white
face.
Your mothers jewels" was the lawyers
quiet reply.
Carsland shot an inquiring glance at bis
| companions lmpassive fece, and saw that
he knew nothing of the theft of the gems.
ut was very KIND of him.
$50 you will perceive that you inherit as
the next Of kin Of Frederic. Had he been
married and had children, you would have
had strong grounds for complaint"
80 should. Well, l suppose the Lord
| orders all things for the best, and we must
bow TO the inevitable"
Sir Sydney Birmingham Carsland in
toned those words in such manner and
with such a sheer n his handsome face rs
| made them little short of blasphemous SO
the shrewd solicitor thought; but he was
| too wise man to give utterance TO his
| thought, and he contented himself with re-
marking in his dry way:
80 we must, Sir Sydney! So we mustm
| but to fancy that | should be Frederic's
| sole heirW Carslaud cried with q bitter
laugh "Why, it is enough to make him
turn in his grave or haunt me. If be had
thought that was going to inherit be would
have made a will also in order to spite me-
his only-his loving-brother"
Don't speak like that Sir Sydney" MIR.
Elliston exclaimed, holding his hands up in
| pious remonstrance.
lie hated me like poisonm
~ know. But be is gone now and you
| can afford to be charitable"
$50 Iacan. You are right. 1t is foolish
now to remember the past. And now, Mr..
EllistOn. about the funeraln
CAS- have already said, it was arranged
| TO take place tomorrow, but If you think
differently the date can be altered to meet
| your wlshes."
II do not wish the funeral to be DELAYED"
ut has been suggested that the burial
| ceremony should be OF public character.
| Your father was for many years @ town
| councillor of Earsford- also MAYOR of
the borough for several years; and the
present mayer, Mr.. Waddingtou suggested
that the members OF the corpora ton would
| 30 pleased To attend. What do you think,
Sir Sydneyp o....
81 think the funeral should be a public
one. Ny father, after all. was a man Of
great enterprise Those chimneys and
collieries over there prove that, and the
least we can do for him now is TO honor his
| memory. Yes, let the ceremony be as inn
| posing as possible. / will leave all that in
your hands; and win give orders that the
collieries remain idle tomorrow. They are
to be inferred, suppose, at the Earlsford
cenleteryP
| "Yesn
After some further conversation the baro-
net and the solicitor parted, each having
his own business TO look after.
| On the following day, shortly after noon,
the remains of the late Sir Nicholas Cars
| land and his elder son were laid away TO
| THAR laat Tho IN Of Ear Ill
all the villagers Of Thorrell, ThorrelI Moor
| and Marsh Green were astir along the route
| from Carsand hall to the burial aground;
| and mayor, aldermen, town councillors and
other corporate officials took part in the
procession.
On the evening of the funeral there was
much feasting and drinking in the villages
surrounding the collieries belonging to Sir
| Sydney Carsland. He had opened his purse
strings in a generous fashion, and the in
auguration of his reign was only what lot
of people expected who were acquainted
| with his past life
| In many of the village taverns free ale.and
food were provided for the workpeople and
tenants, and when II O'Clock p. M arrived
! scores OF GOLFERS and their wives, Dit youths
| and pit-b lasses, reeled home as best they
might along the dark, frost-hardened coun-
try lanes.
or course the miners to a man were loud
| IA
filled them with good beer, and that is O,
OF the surest ways Of reaching a pltmans
heart.
But others shook their heads when they
heard Of Sir Sydnoy's lavish hospitality.
BE had been a spendthrift all his life, and
was evidently one still. And they pre-.
dicted that the new baronet meant to make
ducks and brakes Of the fortune it had taken
Sir Nicholas all his long years of strenuous
labor and successful scheming to accumu-
late.
But even the most stifr-necked and sober
minded OF people were quickly forced TO
change thor opinions respecting the future
| OF Sir Sydney Carsland.
After that first splendid burst of gener-
osity Sydney settled himself down at the
Hall and lived his life in a quiet, gentls-
manly. and transformations way.
His first business was to clear away the
numerous debts he had contracted in vari-
Gus quarters during his last sojourn in Lon
don, and 1t cost himsa pretty large sum to
| do that
Then he began to devote himself to BUSH
ness in steady, practical way. He took
an active interest in the working of the COL
lieries; made almost all the men and women.
lads and lasses who worked for him believe
/ he was deaDlv nuxfouh for THAR wallace