The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-09-11

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James Frampton's death! Now you
Know my guilt! he concluded. with
great bravado. "Give me to the JUS
tice OF the laws, that the judges, while
proclatMing the Innocence Of your son.
may attest your lephew's cllpability.''
The blow which Stanley had thus
The salvation of one was the det,truc-
ton of the other! The Baronet had not
before thought Of that.
And the RarOnet's name would he
publicly dishonorcd. But at whatever
cost to himself, due PREPARATION must be
made to Sydney; ON that Sir Ioghlen
was most firmly resolved.
Sydney was, within the next Ave min
utes. made suprencly l8npy; for,
hunted out from the corner IS which he
had hidden himself, he was clasped In
the arms Of Sir Loghlcn, and told that
Frances O'Meara would become his
wife whenever he should choose to
make her 50.
And most perfectly happy was Fran
ces herself; and over and over again
she threw her arms about poor old
Mrs. Willoughby, both weeping abund-
antly-not tears Of anguish now. but
tears which Overflowed from hearts
brimful of joy.
The guests Of that night had known
nothing concerning Sydney, and were
dismissed unenlightened-a Of them.
except the banker, Sydney's former EN-
ployer, to whom, in confidence, Sir
Loghlen explained fully his sons In
nocence and his nephew's guilt.
Heaven had righted the wrong that
had been committed, and the only suf-
ferer now was the man who had con-
trived the iniquity.
While those so lately despairing were
almost wild with joy, he who but very
lately had been elated with his guilty
triumph, was raving with despair, that
the shame and ignominy he had pre-
pared for another had recoiled, and
fallen upon his own head, to crush and
0verwhelm him.
Abraham Mailer, on quitting the
Baronet's mansion, was arrested by
policemen, who, directed by Tony. had
been lying in wait for him.
His brother saved, Tony had no de-
sire that the Baronet's name should be
covered with dishonor, and resolved
that the vengeance which, in accusing
himself, Stanley had hoped to obtain.
There was q long consultation he
tween the Baronet and Tony, the last
of whom was now, in all eyes except
his own, very important person.
1t was seen that a conviction for the
murder of James Frampton would be
quite impossible; and 1t was ay,eed
that IL Abraham Mailer would plead
guilty to having stolen the watch from
Sir Loghlen's nephew, and to the robbery
Of the hundred and twenty-five pounds
from Sydney's chest, nothing was to he
said concerning the death of james
Frampton, nor of the rufiian's ATTEMPT
on the life of Tony Drummond.
The peddler, finding himself inextric-
ably caught, very willingly embraced
those terms; was soon after arraigned
on the charges stated above; blended
guilty" expecting light punishment,
and was sentenced to twenty years
penal servitude!
To his great dismay, an atrocious
crime, which, years before, he had COM
mitted, was now brought to light, and
proved against him.
But, after all, he consoled himself
that he was still gamer, since, If full
justice had been rendered him, he
would have been executed.
The notes which Abraham had re-
ceived from the Baronet's nephew, in
exchange for the torn leaf, were re-
stored to Stanley Claremont, who was
driven ANONYMOUSLY from his uncle's
house. a
"As is but too often the case" said
Tony, "the greatest rascal escapes; but
it must be so now, for the innocent
would be made to suffer with him."
Rage and despair in his heart, an out
cast from his family, but without re-
pentance for his 1einous crimes, Stan
ley Claremont at once quilted England.
and made his way to Badsn-Baden.
There, at the gaming-tabl he had
soon lost even to his last shilling.
AS the Baronet afterwards learned,
1t was on the very morning that his
niece and Sydney were united in mar
riagc, that q pistol-bullet, discharged
by his own hand, terminated Stanley
Claremont's guilty career.
Thus persisted, in the very prime of
youthful life, man for whom every
earthly joy had been prepared, but
whose evil passions had been as drops
Of poison in his cup of happiness.
A great man was Tony on his broth
er's wedding day. Al lthuse to whom
he had rendered such noble service en-
deavored to thank and honor him.
Dear, good Tonyv' said Mrs. Will
oughby, embracing him. fondly and
weeping tears Of Joy.
my preserver!' exclaimed Sydney,
grasplng Tony's hand, and looking the
gratitude which words could not ex-
press. -
my brother!" cried Frances, and
throwing her arms around his neck.
"Ah!" said Tony, tears springing to
his eyes; "that word has gone straight
to my heart, and more than repays me
for all the good have been able to ac-
colnplishy'
you have a noble hearth exclaimed
the baronet.
''Your father now looks down upon
and blesses your murmured Mrs Will
loughby.
HE was a man Of his word" cried
Tony; "and it's only natural that I
should take after himw
II will assure your future fortune"