Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-06-28
tnan a hinfidel has to salvation!'' inter
pOscs Mrs Mnray from the Sofa

huh ninnuel mas to SalvatlOn! inter
poses Mrs. Moray from the sofa.
Angus thinks the portly Englishman
must be travelling for the good Of his
mental health. He does not understand
him. He! to be told by a stranger that
own father and mother! The man must
Angus manages to get a chair between
them before he ventures on a reply.
II don't know by what right you ad-
dress me in such strain. monsieur; and
l can only imagine you must have mis-
taken my identity. Every one in Bruges
knows my mother, Mrs. Moray, and my
self; and. as l have never even heard
your name mentioned before, you will
pardon me for requiring little further
evidence before l believe what you tell
me on your own account. I cannot ac-
cept every man as my uncle who chooses
TO say he is So"
This independent answer stirs up all
the vials Of Mr.. William Moray's wrath,
as he recalls the last time his brothers
son and he were face to face. and the
disappointment which then ensued to all
his hopes of making him his heir.
"HimpudenceP' excla,ms the voice from
the sofa. A. the words ;all from Angus
lips.
mo, madam, not impudence, but indie
pendence! My mother has reared me by
her own exertions solely, and taught me
to lean for support or patronage upon
no man. So that. though l should have
been glad to welcome any relation of my
dead father for his sake. am not bound
to take an insult quietly even from his
brother. And II you are his brother" he
continues. turning to Willin~ Moray,
''how can you tell me I have no right to
bear his name"
Because your mother was never mar
ried to hime' says his uncle, coarsely. IF
you want the truth. you've got it!'
Angus springs from his chair-every
vein in his face swollen win excitement
and advances with cIinched fist to-
ward William Moray.
You lie!' he exclaims, closing In upOr
him.
On observing the action of young An
gus. Mrs. Moray founders off her resting
ltace with scream and the elder man
does not quite like the aspect of affairs.
He is fat and puffy, shOrt-winded, and not
used to pugilistic encounters, and the
youth bearing down upon him looks dan
gerous.
What would you do? What are you
thinking OFF, he says, loudly, backing
toward the door. Il have said nothing
but what can prove"
You shall prove 1t. then, and before
we part company to-day, or I will make
you eat your words My mother not mar
ried to my father! Why, all the world
knows she is Mrs. Moray. and receives
her as such!
"All the world Of Bruges, you meanw
sneers the other. "Now, look here, young
man, l don't mean to stand any bullying
on your part: so, IL you wish to hear your
own history, you'd better unclinch your
fist and listen quietly; II not, shall ring
the bell for the waiter to conduct you
down stairs again.
William Moray wipes OF the perspira-
ton which fear has called to his brow
and addresses his nephew from behind
the shelter of the sofn, On. which his wife
has ,aars~ased nefseix.
Young people are mostly quick to dis
believe anything they don't like" he COM
mences. but Mrs. Moray and l have
cause enough to remember the disastrous
circumstances Of your birth and your
fathers death!'
Cause henough hindeedv comes from
the sofa.
However, your mother will be the best
referee regarding the truth of any state
ment l may make to you. If you doubt
any part of the story, ask your mother"'
ASK your motherr' the same words
DIR. de Blois had used to him in the morn.
ing.
Ito be coptinued.)