Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-03-23

Harrison seemed to be walking about
the room as he said this.
Quite, you thief, you miserable rob
Der! Pay me my $4,000, or I'll tell the
whole neighborhood that you are the
man who robbed the Carberton bank
thirty years ago"
Then tell them now!" rang out in the
millionaire's deepest tones as he dashed
the curtains back, revealing "all the
neighbOrhood" in various attitudes of
establishment.
The blackmailer stood holding to the
back of his chair, the picture of be-
wildered rage.
It's just this" painted the black
mailer. He's a thief! He left CARRIER
ton thirty years ago"
Quite true" said Mr.. Harrison
smoothly, taking up the tale. Il left
Carberton thirty years ago--ran away,
in fact. AT the same time $500 of the
bank money disappeared. did not
know it at the time, | heard of it more
than a year afterward The fellow clerk
who was the thief knew himself to be
dying of consumption. and ne wrote to
me and confessed what he had done and
blamed for the theft. The money had
been gambled away almost at once. lie
told me to show the letter. if | must
after he was dead, but begged me, if
could, to be generous for the sake of the
young wife he was leaving. l destroyed
the letter and simply adopted the name
of Harrison. l had run away simply
because | was tired of my life in the
bank and loneed for wider fields. This
is my story. l can only ask you to be-
lieve it; / cannot prove it."
But | can't said voice from the
background.
All turned in astonishment. It was
Mrs. Cartwright. Deadly pale and trem-
bling very much, she stood facing them
all. The thief" she said slowly, was
my first husband James Trevor!"
Mrs. Trevor! Is it possible? And
did not recognize yOu!"
Il did not recognize you, Robert, you
have changed so much, or ! would not
have kept the secret as | have done. 1t
has weighed on my mind all these years; ;
but You had disappeared. and l thought
it could not matter. Before James died
he wrote out full confession and signed
it before witnesses. If ever Robert is in
trouble for want of it you can produce
it them he told me. | have kept it ever
since. Forgive mel"
Every one began shaking hands at this
point. except, to the general surprise
Sir John Brandon. He stood immovable
all this time, with his eyes fixed on the
features of Robert Harrison, and an I'M
readable. somewhat puzzled expression
on his own face. Albert Gregson, still
holding to the back of chair, had been
almost forgotten, but he had one more
card left.
Sir john" he cried, in high, sharp
voice. Sir john Brandon! You don't
know who this man is whose daughter
your son is going to marry. You don't
know, say! Why, you knew him well
as boy-he's just Bob Wilde, the son
of your fathers keeper!"
The rich man turned and faced ''the
proudest nan in the county" with a
smile that lit up his plain, strong face
Master John?" he said softly.
"Old Bob!" shouted Sir John, dashing
at him and overturning two chairs 1T
is! 1t is! My dear, dear old Bob!"-he
was shaking both hands at once now
ito think never knew you all this time!
Oh Bob How often I've wondered
about you! The times we had when we
were boys!--and you never told your
oldest friend! Here, where's that black
mailing scoundrel Gregson? I'm mag
istrate I'll deal with int"
why. he's gone!" said a chorus of
voices.
And he had, never to be heard of
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