Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1896-03-12

Yoh only cooks it right.
| So take yoh pardners rejoice
De way dat people should:
De 'simmon a-ripenin an
De 'possums gittin good.
Boston Globe.
FOR ANOTHER'S SIN.
Sir Mortimer Barbican was an old
man, one of the old types of English
ristocrats-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 ct
his family seat in Worcestershire.
A strange looking, tall lady was Miss
Linda Barbican, with large, black eyes
and pale, hard set features, bearing the
traces Of some inward sorrow
Sir Mortimer, l learned. had had
son, whom he had disinherited and dis
owned, owing to some act which had
brought dishonor ON the name of Barbi-
can, and he forbade all mention of the
scapegrace of the family.
A young man, shabbily dressed, with
a reckless albeit handsome face, stood
on the doorstep and scanned me nerv-
ously as looked questioningly at him.
SIS my-is Sir Mortimer Barbican
disengaged?' he asked huskily.
eyes, SIR" 1 answered. "Will you
please come in?"
GfTc thoro apv ono IN +t,a 1;braruojp
"No, sir. +"
"Then show me in and tell your mas
ter must see him.
"very well, sirl What name shall
give?'
"Oh, never mind the namel He'll
know me fast enough he added bit
terly.
way when / communicated to him that
visitor had arrived and wished to see
him. He opened the door and strobe in
to the room.
"Fathert''
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 brief moment he
stood eying the prodigal who had SO
mysteriously reappeared. Then he found
his tongue.
$50 it is you, you hound I'' he said,
his features working strangely, while
there was tone of suppressed rage in
his voice; sit is you, is it? Have you
forgotten how we parted? Have you for
gotten his voice rising ominously,
''how cast you of and forbade you
ever to step in my house again? Be off
before / forget myself and whip you
out, as you deserve. ("
II will speak," cried the younger
man. AS there is a God in heaven,
am innocentl But since you will not
hear me, will not try to save you. May
it be on your own head, and may you
reap as you have sownl But you win
have the comforting assurance of know
ing that you have sent me to the devil,
and / curse you'll 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 be
turned.
You are stranger to me, he said.
after brief space, tbut your face looks
like an honest one. If you can contrive
it, meet me tomorrow, about this time,
at the drive gate. 1t is matter of life
and death.
The next morning after breakfast Sir
Mortimer turned to me and said:
If you value your situation here,
Parkin, you will bear this in mind: Not
word of what You saw and heard last
night, and never mention my-my sons
name to me again under pain Of instant
dismissal. That is all. "
1t was with some feeling Of trepida-
tion that repaired to the trysting place
that same evening to await the arrival
of the disinherited son. Having inquired
my name, he began
You must first know how came to
be in this plight. Some years ago
forged check in my fathers name was
discovered. Suspicion at once fell on
me, and, though innocent, was at once
branded as guilty by my father. He did
not wish to have the family name drag
ged into court, SO he took the easier
course of disinheriting me and casting
me off entirely. My enemy, whoever he
was-and heaven knows thought had
none worth speaking of-had done his
work we'll. ] became frequenter of the
turf. gambler, and nearly-but, thank
heaven, not quite-a thief. Twas Tempt
ed some few weeks ago to join band
Of burglars who contemplated robbing
my fathers house. But though | had
sunk low / was not quite bad enough
for that, and, overcome with remorse, I
determined to seek an audience with
my father and warn him Of his danger
The result Of that interview you know,
andn--
Here be broke off abruptly, a queer
break in his voice.
will pass over the rest Of our con-
versation and merely state the plan
which the remorse stricken man had
formed to checkmate the robbers
must explain that at the back of the
house was a courtyard, shut in on three
sides by the kitchen premises Of the
house. 1t was small window-that of
the pantry-which was to be the mode
of ingress. Young Mr.. Geoffrey-that
was the sons name-was to lead the
burglar in their enterprise. He would
conduct them through the window, and
then, with the aid Of myself and Sir
Mortimer, whom was to apprise Of
the robbers advent, would help to over
power the others, two desperadoes, for
they had not wished to have too many
concerned in tho job.
Friday came, and it was, am bound
to confess, with no slight feelings of ap-