Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-08-05

Who'S VINO In the StoEy
cir ROBERT MANNERSLEY. noble
man of ancient title and vast estate
on which valuable mines have been
found, lIe Is devoted to his beauti-
ful daughter.
pHILLIPA. who IL Lady Bountiful of
the farm and mining community.
She IL in love with, and believes in
nocent Of char2s OF forgery, her
cL .pSi'l. MANNEnsLEy, heir to the
estate. who has sown harmless wild
oats, but declares himself innocent
of the forgery OF his uncle's name,
though he cannot convince the lat
ter. He escapes from prison and
takes refuge with
MRS. BRlTTEN, his old nurse, who
believes him innocent. and her son.
JIM, his foster-brother. ~ho is a
somewhat radical miner,
Quinton Speaks
jim Britten remained silent for a
while, thinking things over. At last
he looked earnestly at Clinton. and
spoke more earnestly.
mir. Clinton" he said, lit would
be bad job. sir, IL anything hap
pened here that let IL get made
Got across again with Sir Robert
H. would"
why, JIM"
"Why, sir, because all the men,
10 every man and lad. believed you
innocent. and that there was some
plot against YOU" answered Jim.
"On that point. to this day. sir. 1t
wouldn't take much to raise a riot"
Clinton stared at him almost in
crtdulously.
You know. sir. what n favorite
you were" continued Jim. You
used to talk to them about racing,
and give them tips. and"
We'll" said Clinton" what then,
jim" tFe
Jim bent forward and spoke In an
earnest whisper.
There's Miss Phillipa to be con-
sidered. Mr.. Clinton" he said.
Hasn't she been through enough al
ready"
Clinton jumped to his feet in an
agitation which be could not con-
ceal.
Been through enough" he said
hoarsely. Il should think she has
been through enough-we've both
been through enough! Jim, must
see Phtlllpa-will see her-because
IL my uncle refuses to do what he
can do. | want he'll"
We'll. sir"
Il want her 10 follow me out
'uStt, anu we IL eluTt n new lie Ill
n new land" said Clinton. clenching
his hands. We're engaged. after ali,
and her first duty's to me-
Jim had risen, too, and he stood
staring sadly at his foster brother.
Nay. sir-nay," he said. Get
Yourself cleared first. You've made
a mistake. sir. l told Miss Phillipa
should tell you SO. You shouldn't
have broken away from there, sir.
There wasn't long to stop: II would
soon have passed. and you'd have
been a free man. Now you're not
free. Listen MIR. Clinton. I'll ar
range for YOU TO see Miss Phillipa
tomorrow night. and you must see
what she says about seeing her
father. But IL you1l take MY adj
vice. sir. when that's done you'll go
back and give Yourself UP. And?
The sound of a footstep In the
room overhead made them both
IStart.
That's mother" said Jim. IL
shalt have to tell her you're here.
sir. You don't mind. sir?"
Mind" exclaimed Clinton, "If
you'd seen as few kind faces as I
have this last year or two, you'd be
GLAD TO see one you could trust.
jim"
! y moment later Margaret, clad IN
u medley of nondescrip garments
and mighty nightcap. burst into
the room and threw her arms round
her foster-son's neck.
Had the three people thus re-
united only known II, man who
had followed Clinton Mannersley
through the woods, and had watched
him and Jim Britten through the
cottage window, now stole softly
away and made or toward the VIII
lege meditating on the secret he had
discovered.
SIR Robert Mannersley, seven
teenth OF his line in the proud order
of the baronetage, had been a poor
man until coal was found 90 his
estate. and he was glad, for the sake
az his family, to develop the
enormous mineral wealth which lay
all around him.
He would have liked TO preserve
some Of the old simplicity and
dignity OF no In the immediate
vicinity of the castle. but all that
was left of old times was the castle
itself, which was really an old house.
picturesque and romantic enough
now that time had meliowed IL.
that had been built out OF the ruins
of the ancient fortress hundred
years after the latter had been de-
stroyed.