Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-09-30
Copyright, 1896, by American Press Association.
CHAPTER Xxx.

Old LAWYER Bliss in West Virginia
got the dispatch Of his son Tom from
Deadwood 1t was full and therefore
an expensive telegram. 1t told him that
he was wanted in the far west with all
the money he could raise, and it further
informed him that Valentine Kyle was
living, and that he should come prepared
with all the papers and power necessary
for arrest So far Lawyer Bliss had sue
cessfully combated the efforts of the col
lateral heirs to possess themselves Of the
vast estate Of old John Weldon. ''the
patriarch " The sole executor Of the es-
tate defeated them at every point with
the one argument that the claimants had
no proof that Valentine Weldon or his
children were not then living.
IF there were ever sons who deserved
to be called "chips of the old block, p"
Sim and Tom Bliss were the men. Fa-
ther and sons were as much alike as two
Of last years peas in company with one
Of the year before. From man who
had deserted from Bouton's party and
was making his way to the settlements
Lawyer Bliss learned the whereabouts
of the Kyle and Blanchard families.
Though not sure Of it, he felt confident
that the former were the missing Wei
dons The lawyer brought a guide with
him. and this guide led him to the can
yon, at the entrance to which they left
the vehicle in charge Of the driver and
continued down through the pass on
horseback.
Lawyer Bliss had 10 men with him,
and his son and self made 10. They were
all armed, but the shrewd old man
placed more reliance in the legal proc
esses which he carried in his pockets
than in the aggressive or resisting power
Of his party They entered the valley
after the fight was over and Captain
Brandon and the Prophet had gone to
the cave
The Pickering light from the altar
fell on Henry Kyle's face and revealed
deaths unmistakable pallor From the
brave breast the red current was oozing.
He clung to the hand Of the dying girl
beside him, and her glazing eyes were
turned to him with their old fond ex-
preston DR.. Blanchard had examined
the wounds Of Henry and Kushat, and
when he rose and shook his head sor-
rowfully Mrs. Kyle threw herself on the
floor beside the son who had so bravely
redeemed his errors, and she cried with
that heartbroken agony that only a
mother can feel:
"Oh, my SOD, my sonl Would to God
that could die with you or for you'll"
Brave, dear mother" he gasped
kiss me and say you forgive me
Forgive you, my son! Oh, you never
sinned against my lovel To me you were
never false! I knew you would come
back to me and back to yourself! 1twas
your head that erred and not your heart
that harbored evil We were to blame,
for we took you away from the active
life for which you were designed But
you will ive-my brave boy must live!
My kisses will warm your cold brow!
Oh, Henry, do not leave me now that
you are back, pure and white souled as
when your first cry-the first cry of my
first child-told me was a motherP'
Poor motherl The bullets that passed
through your brave boy found lodging
place in your heart
Where is father?" Henry managed
to ask, and with unexpected strength
he turned his head and looked up at the
anxious faces clustering around
II am here, my boyP cried Valentine
Kyle, and he was beside him, kneeling
with the same expression he wore when
he helt beside Louis and told him the
crime that weighed 80 heavily on his
soul
At that moment the poor youth re-
called the story Of the Prodigal Son,
which his father had often read to him.
and he sighed:
my father, have sinned against
heaven and in thy sight, and l am no
more worthy to be called thy SON."
"Bravely have you compensated for
the SHINING" and Valentine Kyle kissed
his son and wept.
"Can Kushat be saved?" asked Henry
feebly.
"I am beside you, )" she said in low,
sweet voice that in no way told of the
agony she must be suffering. II am be-
side you, Henry, as said 1 would be
when the hour for parting with all 9th
ers came To me you were never bad
man You were to other men as the
summer sun to the stars.
HE giveth his beloved sleep" broke
in the Prophet solemnly. ''But from
that sleep there shall be glorious
awakening"
He went to the altar, put fresh fuel
on the perpetual fire and added oil to
the lamps burning on the corners.
"Nora-Louis?" said Henry, with a
questioning expression.
eve are here, dear brother-here be-
side you"
kiss me, Nora. Take my hand,
Louis " They did so, and sweet smile
passed over his face, and he looked to
be enjoying pleasant dreams in calm
sleep.
Henry" whispered Mrs. Kyle,
"your uncle Blanchard is here and your
cousin. Would you speak to them?'
"Alice Blanchard?" he asked, with
sudden energy. ''Is she here? Would
she speak to me and forgive me?"
Mrs. Kyle looked pleadingly at Alice,
and Alice, her cheeks tear stained, came
and knelt over him.
II am here Cousin Henry, praying
heaven to spare you And by this kiss
press ON your forehead'-she kissed
him, and her tears fell on his face-"l
assure you Of my affection and forgive
ness"
loan she help but forgive, when
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