The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1907-05-10

drew the curtains together behind
him.
Then the door into the study from
the outside was heard to open. and
mans voice said jauntily. We'll.
Bob! Here l am, YOU see. Now
then. where's the TIM"
Was that Robert Harrison's voice
that answered in cringing, wheedling
manner, Certainly, Mr.. Gregson-
OF course-only, won't YOU recon-
slider il? Do-do let me off. whined
the rich mans voice. and the other
took up the strain mockingly. Let
you off? oh. yes, III let you off
when I'm done with you. Pay up or
take the consequen -es."
lis your mind quite made up?"
Mr.. Harrison seemed 10 be walking
about the room as he said this.
quite, YOU thief. you miserable
robber. Pay me $4,000 or III 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, reveal
ing "all the neighborhood" in various
attitudes OF astonishment.
The blackmailer stood holding to
the back OF his chair, the picture OF
bewildered rage.
Its just this" painted the black
mailer. Hes thief! He left Car
berton 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 $500 OF
the bank money disappeared. ! did
not know il at the time, l heard of
it more than year afterward. The
fellow clerk who was the thief knew
himself TO be dying OF consumption,
and he wrote 10 me and confessed
what he had done and how he had
always allowed me to be blamed for
the theft. The money had been
gambled away almost at once. He
told me to show the letter, if must,
after he was dead, but begged me, IL
| could, TO be generous for the sake
of the young wife he was leaving.
destroyed the letter and simply adopt
ed the name of Harrison. / had run
away simply because | was tired OF
my life in the bank and longed for
wider fields. This is my story.
can only ask you TO believe il; ! cam
not prove it,"
But | can" said a voice from
the background.
All turned in establishment. 1t was
Mrs. Cartwright. Deadly pale, and
trembling very much, she stood fac
ing 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
| should not have kept the secret as
have done. 1t has weighed on my
mind all these years; but you had
disappeared, and ! thought it could
not matter. Before James died he
wrote out full confession and signed
I
is in trouble for want of it you can
produce it then he told me. ] have
kept it ever since. Forgive me
="
Every one began shaking hands At
this point, except. TO the general sur
prise, Sir John Brandon. He stood
immovable all this time, with his eyes
fixed on the features Of Robert Harri-
son, and an unreadable, somewhat
puzzled expression on his own face.
Albert Gregson, still holding 20 the
back OF chair, had been almost for
left.
Sir john" he cried in a 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 a boy
he's just Bob Wilde. the son of your
fathers keeper"
The rich man turned and faced
"the proudest man In the country
with a smile that lit up his plain.
strong face.
Master john" he said softly.
"Old Bob" shouted Sir John, dash
ing at him and overturning two
chairs. 1T is. 1t is! My dear, dear
old Bob, he was shaking both
hands at one now-"to 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 old
est friend, Here, where's that black
mailing scoundrel Gregson? I'm a
magistrate. III deal with him"
why, he's gone" said chorus Of
voices.
And he had, never to be heard Of
again.-London Answers.
His Identifying Mark.
Viscount Turnour, the Earl OF