The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-08-14
Tony wept, too, to Keep his brothe,

Tony wept, too, to keep his brother
company, he said.
They were good and brave men, and
had no need to be ashamed Of their
tears.
1t Is only the wicked who never
weep. And while Sydney sat, his face
buried in his hands, silently returning
thanks to heaven that 1t had SO almost
miraculously interposed to save him,
Tony hurrying to the doorway, shout
ed forth with all the force Of his not
very delicate lungs, the baronet's name
and that Of his nephew also.
Abraham Mailer, behind the window
curtains, had heard all, and with what
varying but always unpleasant feel
ings he had listened will be very cas-
lily imagined.
Tony had left the open ledger upon
q table so near to the curtains behind
which the peddler was ensconsed that
now, selling the one moment favora-
bic for his purpose, the arch knave
had scarcely more to do than stretch
forth his arm to reach the book.
And he tore from it the page which
was ready to his hand, and on which
was written his employers name, and
like lightning disappeared with it be-
hind the curtains.
Stanley Chremont, hearing Tony's
voice, believed that all was lost, for
he had searched through the house for
the peddler, and, Of course, had not
found him.
And Stanley was greatly puzzled
thereat, for no one, he was told, had
seen Abraham quit the mansion.
Perceiving that Tony was radiant
with triumph. Stanley was wondering
to himself what 1t could bc that he had
to dread.
"Now," said Tony boldly, and ad-
dressing the baronct, there am ac-
corling to my promise. could't make
myself clearly understood little while
ago; but I shall speak plain enough
now, and I accuse
Tony paused and fixed his eyes on
Stanley, whose face was perfectly livid
with terror, for ruin and disgrace were
now. he f-lt assured, about to over
whelm him.
Sir Loghlcn, impatient at Tony's hes
itation, demanded of him whom it was
that he intended to accuse
Your nephew, baronet!' Tony bold
~ answered.
'You accuse Stanley?"
"Yes, Stanley Claremont!"
"Of that robbery?'
"Well, yes, Of the robbery" said
Tony, "for he had hand in it,
Sir Loghlen turned to his nephew.
Stanley" said the baronet, "you
had forcseen this attack-answer it!'
Stanley attempted not to speak; It
might have been that, for the time, he
had lost all power Of utterance.
Speak, Stanley! again urged the
baronet; land show that you are ca
Illuminated"
mo, no! he is not illuminated. and
he has nothing to say for himself!'
Tony said.
And he drew from his pocket the
watch and broken seal.
Sydney continued throughout Silent,
listening wonderingly-for he had been
told nothing Of the means by which
his innocence was to be made, as Tony
had promised him, clear and re-
splendent.
The watch he now produced, Tony
told the baronet, had once belonged to
Stanley Claremcnt; and wished e Se6.r
from Stanley how it was that q seal
which had been attached to it had been
found by Sydney in his bed chamber.
That Stanley should say he knew moth
ing Of either watch or seal, proved,
Tony argued, that it would be danger
GUS for him to acknowledge them.
And returning the broken seal to his
pocket, said Tony, 1.-The cleverest rogue
cannot think Of everything. IT'S easy
to say that words are false, but diff
cult to prove that writing is Sc writing
remains, and there is no getting over
it."
And then, taking the ledger from the
table, and giving it to the baronet,
Tony told him, with great satisfaction,
that If he would run his eye down the
page then open before him, he would
see there, very legibly written, the
name Of his worthy nephew.
And Stanley was receiving some pun
ishment for his crimes in the torture
he was now enduring.
Sir Loghlen ran his eyes over the
page, and then said that his nephew's
name was not there.
"Oh, yes, Sir Loghlen! about here!'
said Tony, pointing to q particular
spot on the paper.
The baronet again looked carefully
down the page, and then repeated that
his nephew's name was not there.
mot there?" cried Tony; '.just allow
mel" and he took the book, and looked
himself.
Then, finding not the name, ne sup
posed that the leaf had got turned; but
after turning over several leaves, he
was convinced that the first which he
had pointed to was the right one, and
going back to 1t, as he beliyed, dis
covered that the particular page on
which SANKEY'S name had been writ
ten, had been torn from the book.
And, whirling himself fiercely round
towards Stanley, exclaimed, "Wko has
done that?'
And the baronet's nephew answered
very calmly, Il was not in the room!'
And Tony was nearly beside himself;
appealed to Sydney, who, of course,
said that he had read the name which
now was nowhere to be found, and
was wondering what had been his