The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-07-04

= ---H- the influence of
R serious mental
depression when his particular chum,
Tom Langton, favored him with a
morning call.
"aalIoa! What's up, Bob? By
Jove, you are looking seedy.'
The Hon. Robert stopped in his
purposeless walk. languidly extended
his arm, lightly touched the tips OF
his friends fingers, and heaved deep
and bitter sigh.
care you i'll, chappie, or has the
peerless, patrician Penelope"
"Sit down, Tom. The fact is, I've
been a fool"
''And how did you discover it?'
"Well, as you know, I've been
mixed up bit with Lord Temptown
and his set. Jolly fellows. but in
clined to go the pace bit too fast.
Hang me if can say NO to anything
that they propose, and the upshot OF
it all is that in two nights [ have lost
upward of $4,000 playing cards at the
Junior Aborigines-at least, that's the
amount they hold my I o US for"
"What confoundedly bad luck you
must have had -
81 posted down to the family nest
Yesterday, laid the whole affair before
the governor, and vowed that l would
never touch card again if he would
help me out of this scrape."
"And has he refused?"
"Point blank. He reminded me
that on several occasions he had paid
offmy legitimate debts-small IN com
parison to this one-but he considered
playing cards for high stakes so out
raeeously foolish that he could not
and would not help me. told him
they were debts Of honor, but he said
it was a most dishonorable way either
OF making or getting rid of money" ="
''In conclusion, he told me that as
it was most desirable that [ should
break of IRON this connection, he
proposed to reduce my allowance to
$500 for one year, during which time
am to travel and see as much Of the
world as I can on a paltry elO a
week.
s:And what did you say?"
"What could l say? l have no
choice in the matter. I have made
mp my mind that I will not 90 to
noney-lenders, and so I must get
these fellows to wait until I can re-
deem my paper"
"Look here, old chap. I'll come
with YOU for q time, and we'll go in
for walking tour"
''Tom, you are . brick. Let us
start this week.
TAree months had elapsed since
Robert Spenceley's departure, during
which period frequent communications
each bearing expressions Of regret
Tor the past aad promises for the fu
ture-kept Lord Methwick fully &C.
quainted with his sons doings. The
absent one seemed to be thoroughly
enjoying himself, judging from his
graphic descriptions Of the scenery
and incidents Of the walking tour.
Then the letters ceased altogether.
Several times lately the doubt had
arisen in Lord Methwick's mind as to
whether he had not been too severe,
remembering that his son had hitherto
borne an irreproachable character,
evincinS deep dislike to all the
worser forms of dissipation, and there
was no doubt that this unfortunate af-
fair at the Junior Aborigines Was not
the result Of inherent or newly-ac-
quired viciousness, but rather brought
about hy false position, in which,
surrounded by companions Of wealth
and repute, he had been led away by
the excitement and his inability to say
';No.'
Now that no news came from him,
lis fathers resolution rapidly gave
way under the disquieting influence
Of foreboding aud the continuous en-.
treaties of his mother, until at last his
recall was decided upon so soon rs the
next intimation Of his address should
arrive. The next letter did disc 'ose
his whereabouts, and this was the
thuuderbolt:
Most lllustrious Signor-The son
OF your Excellency is doing us the
honor to condescend our humble hos
pitalitv to partake and has to us Your
address given so that we may imparE
his we'll being He now his departure
desires, but we wonld thst your illus
tr1ors Excellency to US sending the
sum OF pounds 1000 Englische that
we may be so!aced for his loss. Then
followed an address to which q COM
municatiou was 70 be sent, and the
mlss;ve concluded: ANY information
to the geudarmes will be on the son of
your Exceliencv.
(Signed) "GGUsEPPE.
Giuseppe, The most noted and
bloodthirsty hrigand Of modern
times, about whose cruelties and tor.
tures SO many narrowing tales were
toid by travellers, and upon whose
head q heavy price had been set long
ago.
Lady Methwich piteously DesouSht
her husband to send the money at
once.
. ''rhey will kill my darling boy, and
YOU -you-vill have sent him to his
desth!''