The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-10-28

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De way Ci:t people shoald:
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De 'possuni's gittin good.
Boston Globe.
FOR ANOTHER'S SIN.
Sir Mortimer Barb!can was an old
man, one of the OLD types Of English
aristocrats-fery, imperious and inor-
dinately proud of the integrity Of his
name and ancestry. At the time went
into his employ, years ago now, he was
living alone with his only daughter at
his family seat in Gloucestershire.
a strange looking, tail lady was Miss
Linda Barbican, with large, black eyes
and pale, hard set features, bearing the
traces of some inward sorrow.
Sir Mortimer, I learned, had had a
son, whom he had disinherited and dis
owned, owing to some act which had
brou4ht dishonor on the name of Bar b1-
can, md he forbade all mention of the
scapegrace Of the family.
a young man, sbabbily dressed, with
a reckless albeit handsome face, stood
On the doorstep and scanned me nerv-
ously as looked questioningly at him.
els my-is Sir Mortimer Barbican
disengaged?' be asked huskily.
eyes, SIR answered. will you
please come in?''
''Is there any one in the Ebrary?''
.'No, sir
4sThen show me in and tell your mas
ter must see him. %
Every we'll. sir! What name shall l
gire:"
"Oh, never mind the name! He'll
know me fast enough he added bit
terly.
Sir Mortimer looked up in a surprised
way when I communicated to him that
visitor had arrived and wished to see
him. He opened the door and strobe in
to the room.
''Father"
That was all. One short, despairing
cry, and father and son stood face to
face once more.
a gray, drawn look stole over my
masters face as for a brief moment he
stood eying the prodigal who had so
mysteriously reappeared. Then he found
his tongue.
$50 it is you, you hound!'' he said,
his features working strangely, while
there was a tone of suppressed rage in
his voice; cit is you, is it? Have you
forgotten how we parted: Have you for
gotten" his voice rising ominously,
chow cast you OF and forbade you
ever to step in my house again? Be off
before I forget myself and whip you
ont, as you deserve. %
'sI will speak, y cried the younger
man. Gas there is God in heaven, I
am innocent! But since you viii not
heaz me, viii not try to save you. May
it be on your own head, and may you
reap as yon have sown! But you will
have the comforting assurance Of know
ing that you have sent me to the devil,
and I curse your' And, striding from
the room, the younger man passed out
into the hall.
hastened to open the door for him.
AS he was passing out into the night he
turned.
.sYoo are stranger to me, he said.
after brief space, but your face looks
like an honest one. # you can contrive
it, meet me tomorrow, about this time,
at the drive gate. 1t is a matter of life
anddeath.
The next morning after breakfast Sir
Mortimer turned to me and said:
'sIf you value your situation here,
Parkin, you will bear this in mind: Not
aword Of what you saw and heard last
night, and never mention my-my sons
name to ne again under pain Of instant
dismissal. That is ALL
1t was with some feeling of trepida-
ton that repaired to the trysting place
that same evening to: await the arrival
of the disinherited son. Raving inquired
my name, he began:
"You must first know how I came to
be in this plight. Some years ago a
forged check in my fathers name was
discovered. Suspicion at once fell cn
me, and. though innocent, was at once
branded as guilty by my father. He did
not wish to have the family name drag
eed into court, so he took the easier
course of disinheriting me and casting
me of entirely. My enemy, whoever he
was-and heaven knows 1thought had
none worth speaking of-aad done his
work we'll. became frequenter Of the
turf, a gambler, and nearly-but, thank
! heaven, not quite-a thief. Twas tempt,
ed some few weeks ago to join band
LOT burglars who contemplated robbire
nv father h0ase. But though l had
sunk low was not Quite bad enough
for that, and, overcome with remorse,
determined to seek an: audience with
:. NV father and warn him Of his danger.
The result Of that interview you know,
and"-
Here he broke off abruptly, queer
break in his voice.
will pass over the rest of our con
versation and merely state the plai
which the remorse stricken man hac
formed to checkmate the robbers.
must explain that at the back of the
house was courtyard, shut in on three
sides by the kitchen premises Of the
! house. IswaS a small window-that oi
3. the pantry-which was to be the mode
of ingress. Young Mr.. Geofrey-that
51as the sons name-was to lead tht
Zburol lars in their enterprise. He would
conduct them through the window, ane
then, with the aid Of myself and ST
Mortimer, whom I was to apprlse O
the robbers advent, would help to over
power the others, two desperadoes, TO
they had not wished to have too man.
concerned in the Job.