The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-07-05
" The Man.

Richard Gadnt sat alone in the library of Gaunt Royal. the house which his ancestors had built on the sea coast of CardiEanshire wh en one of them married the heiress ofthe Nor gaps of Llynglas.
 For a a,ltbrarys the room was singularly destitute of books. Bare oak shelves lined the walls. for the whole place had been stripped of It's literary treasures four years after 'Gaunt attained his majority. The collection, accurnu- lated by his erandfa6her. who was a blbaIophfle: had fetched twenty thou sand pounds. ~
 Two. months had elapsed since the of Lord Carfax. George Crawshay had received the sentence of six montii's fmprisonment without hard labour. The judge had made some very unpleasent remarks about the young men, whose birth and education sfould have saved them from such a scene. ,s7,a s94 4 tssg ss4g#.s. ,,,s 4
 ''Ifs this had Happened in some East End slunl." he had remarked. T should not have made a comment on the case As 1t. Is. can only say that all the men concerned seemed to have for- gotten that they were gentlemen. There Is no question of malice aforethougbt. l.. The death of Lord Carfax Is the re- suit of a drunken brawl. Yet the man who killed him must not go unpun- iahed..s- .-.-...-4,-
 Gaunt had been astonished,. and even ennoyed at the 'deniency of the sentence Six months Imprisonment would have been no great matter after all. It would have been better than lifetime spent in averaging the wrongs of an- other man. He was a little soothed by the reflection that Crawshay's illness had effected the sentence. and that a healthy man would not 1lave been let off so lightly. But in spite of this. he .had' come to the conclusion that he had made a mistake.
 More than once. he had been tempted ot come forward and tell the truth. The. thought of Crawshay dying in prison was horrible. But he knew that Orawshay himself would keep him to his word, and face the end with stoic indifference.
 And now, this morning. there had come the news of Crawshay's death. and a letter from the executor of Craw- shay,s will. Gaunt held the letter in his. hand, and read the cold, business like words which conveyed so much more to the reader than the writer of them.
 Dear Sir,--I regret to inform you last Wednesday morning Mir. George cfawsnay was taken suddenly i'll. and died few hours afterwards. He has bequeathed you the sum of thirty thousand pounds In his will, and has left directions that a box containing private papers is to be sent to you at once. It Is already on It's way. to- gether with a letter which Mir. Craw- shay wrote before his death, and which he wished delivered to you with the Dox.-I am, your obsdinet servant John SaTl."f
 .GAunt's fingers tremb1ed as he held | the sheet of black edged paper. Tht | search had begun. It was too late tc | turn back now. The sacrifice had beer | made, and the debt would have to b, | settled.
 To do Gauntt justice his frs l thoughts were for the man who hat 1 died, George Crawshay had made | great sacrifice; he had made 1t to gail | his own ends. 1t was true, but the mai l whose place he had taken, and win os 1 punishment he had endured, was no
 caflous enough to look upon the bar | 1gain as a mere affair of business. Craw
 shay's death had made it someth ini | npre than that.
 | .Crawshay had died under circum
 stances which 1t was impossible to con
 template without pity and horror. O