Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-25
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uncles marriage"
"Ohw
when poverty overlook my dear one,
she 80 far obliterated a cruel memory
as to appeal, not once. but many times,
to the human coleopterus of Exmoor,
but she was invariably frozen off either
by Lady Louisa Morland or by Messrs.
Sharpe & smith,
did they admit this?"
by no means. l am telling you the
facts. l am still on top of the Py-
renees"
Then how did you ascertain the
facts?"
II have in my possession ever since
my mothers death the letters they
wrote to her They were fresh in my
memory when you and I first met in the
Clerkenwell Police Court. That Is why
the name Of Philip Morland was glib
on my tongue"
80 I have only heard historical
events. events prior to the last ten
years."
Exactly. My uncle is now 60 years
| of age. Lady Louisa Morlands son is
| "a. Her ladyship's whole aim in life
| has been to secure him as the baronets
| heir The title. of course, he can not
| obtain. But. most unfortunately, he has
| no penchaht for beetles. Indeed, Lady
| Louisas researches have long since di-
unfinished in ardor Her sons interests
are divided between the Sports Club
| and the coryphees Of the latest musical
comedy-moths are more in his line, ap-
I Nv, ~ ie oyip
| monograph on the heas which patron
lie EXmoor wild ponies, came to town
! last week to visit the British Museum.
| unhappily, he heard something about
| his stepson which disturbed his re-
searches. There was a row,
| "Why do you say 'unhappily'?"
Because ! am dragged into the
| wretched business on account of it.
After a lapse of more than twenty-five
| years he remembered his sister, went
to his solicitors made fearful hubbub
when he heard of letters received from
her and answered without his know
! ledge, and ascertaned that she was
dead and had son living At any
cost, they must find that son. They
have guessed at my identity for some
time Now they want to make sure OF
| it."
And what did you say?"
IL told them | would think over the
situation and communicate with them
further"
Were they satisfed?''
"By no means. They are exceeding
| ly anxious to placate the old man.
They probably control a good deal OF
his money
| "Um!"
"Of course! You see the delicacy OF
their position. After playing into the
! na;sds of Lady Louisa for nearly quar-
Ter of century they suddenly find the
whole situation changed by the bar
onets belated discovery that he once
had a sister"
! you have not told me all this with
out a purpose. Do you want my ad
vice."
Philips face was clouded, his eyes
dowucast
"You understand" he said, after a
| long pause that some one, either the
man or the woman-the woman.sI thinks
is morally responsible for my moth
er's death. She was poor-wretchedly,
horribly poor-the poverty of thin cloth
| ing and insufficient food. She was i'll,
confined to a miserable howell for weary
months, and was so utterly unprovided
with the barest necessities that the par
| ish doctor was on the point of COMPEL
ing her to go to the workhouse infirm-
airy when death came Am l to be the
instrument of Gods vengeance on this
woman"
Mr.. Abingdon. who had risen to light
cigar, placed a kindly hand on the
young mans shoulder.
philip" he said. with some emotion,
'I have never yet heard you utter a
hasty judgment You have prudence
far beyond your years. 1t seems to
be, speaking with all the reverence OF
man in face of the DEGREES of Provi-
dence, that God has already provided a
terrible punishment for Lady Louisa
Morland What is the name Of her
SOM"
II do not know. | forgot to ask"
81 have a wide experience OF tho
jeunesse doree OF London. Hardly a
week passed during many years of my
life that one of his type did not appear
before me in the dock. What is he
a roue, gambler, probably a drunk
ard?"
IAN these, l gathered from the solicit
tors"
And If your mother were living,
what would she say 10 Lady Morland?"
She would pity her from the depths
OF her heart. Yes, Abingdon, you are
right. My uncle's wife has chosen her
own path. She must follow It, let 1T
lead where it Will. l will write to
Messrs. Sharpe & Smith now But step
into my dressing room with me for a
moment, will your"
In O corner of the spacious apart-
ment 10 which he led his guest stood
large safe. Philip opened it, Within
were number of books and documents,
but in large compartment at the bot.
tom stood a peculiar object for such a
repository-an ordinary leather port
manteau. He lifted IL on to q couch
and took key from a drawer in the
safe.
TO Be Continued Monday.
Cause for Laughter.