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,&ON, N the summer, many years
4 Z ago, Colonel Kenyon, a
9 9 young son OF Lord Kenyon,
Y Il was cruising in a small
Tc~ yacht off the coast of Ire
LAND, when he was overtaken by sud-
hen storm, the little craft capsized, and
: all, his companions were drowned. Col
onel Kenyon himself was washed
ashore in a half dying condition, in
which state he was discovered by a
fisherman. The man, instead Of Offer
ing any assistance to the unfortunate
: colonel, set to work to plunder him.
When his unhappy victim partially re-
! vived the robber struck him over the
head with q heavy club, finished rifing
his person, and left him for dead.
The booty obtained from the person
of the colonel, and from his baggage,
khich had washed ashore, consisted of
he very rare and valuable jewelry,
pins, watch inlaid with dia-
lbs and other costly ornaments
b his fine taste coveted and great
b enabled him to indulge in, be-
(early f2O0 in gold. The property
he plundered man dead-as he
Rd-the would-be murderer start
hardly knew where. Crossing
kannel he went to England,
t is believed, be had some ac-
hoes or relatives residing.
colonel lay upon the sands for
10 l,t,%
6nd by an honest laborer, carried to
phis humble cottage and carefully
nursed back to life and eventually to
perfect health. All efforts to obtain
clew to the discovery of the man who
had robbed him were unavailing. A
person answering the description was
found to have left the country about
pSthe time Of the occurrence, and it was
thought had gone to England, but moth
ing more satisfactory could be obtained
and all attempts at detection and pur-
suit were given.up.
\ Colonel Kenyon soon after joined his.
3 IRregiment, served in Europe and else
where, and finally, after an absence or
en- years or more. returned to England.
h the excitements Of camp and field,
he incidents of his life Oh the Irish
- coast had been almost forgotten: but
the return to the old haunts, and the re-
newal Of old friendships brought back
the memory of that even with much
Ai1istinctness-
Late in the afternoon Of an autumn
lay rough-looking man, clothed in
he attire of a fisherman, stopped at a
hely inn in the North of England, and
Rmanded lodgings for the night. The
bprietor glanced suspiciously at the
nty and threadbare wardrobe of the
hnger, and intimated that people
It tavern for money, and didn't de-
to entertain strangers who We're
fitute of the wherewithal to liqui-
their reckoning. The stranger
ekly comprehended the situation,
thrusting his hand into his pocket,
ught out a score of glittering gold
hs. and remarked to the landlord
he was not only able to pay his
but could buy him out every hour
the day, and pay the cash at each
tchase.
It this display Of wealth the inn
kper's eyes sparkled, and the stran-
was cordially invited to make the
his home so long as he found it
irable and convenient, which invita-
was promptly accepted. 1t was
apparent that the traveller was
Il of his tod, and the humor was
lified to it's full extent. so that when
retired he Immediately fell into a
- IVY slumber, which was not easily
urbed.
be sight of the strangers gold had
h the cupidity of the innkeeper, and
sooner had the man retired than
began to speculate on the surest
safest means of possessing him
L of the gold. Robbery alone was
ended with danger. for the plum
rcd victim would undoubtedly call
authorities to his assistance, and
nishment would be almost certain;
acting upon the principle that dead
en tell NO tales" he finally resolved
bon murder as we'll as robbery.
His family. which consisted Of his
fe and q little daughter, but six
3ars old, were requested to retire
Irly, and were soon asleep. a little
ter midnight he cautiously entered
be room where the doomed man was
teping; and just then the weary trar-
Ter turned uneasily, and the assassin
euched tremblingly in the darkness
avoid exposure. At length all was
n again save the heavy breathing Of
victim.
he innkeeper arose to his feet,
we'd cautiously to the bedside, and
4 few feeble rays from dark Ian
N fall upon the sleeping form that
ere might be no failure in the stroke,
d the knife do its perfect work. The
Faggling rays Of the light fell upon
hard face Of the fisherman, and he
ddenly opened his eyes, caught the
eam of the bright blade as it flashed
love him, and sharp, quick cry at
stcd the completeness Of his terror.
he cry, however, was quickly silenced.