Stockton Herald, South Durham and Cleveland Advertiser. — 1879-12-20 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

CONCLUSION. Mr Mr Torney lost no time—he first of all coinItunicated ~with the Secietary of State, ani laid the confession ard ether details before \iw; then, he had a rough'eopy of it printed id forweged to every daily men The neft morning it was seen and read throughout the length and breadth of the land.  But the eve before the old lawyer went down express to Ransom's farm, big with the glad tidings, and there fonud4he trusty Rackett, with the original will of Mr Bolton in his possession, discovered in a secret drawer of an escretoire in the private room of the murdered man. , This' had been good news to tho Ransoms, but Mr Torney with his intelligence fairly overwhaned them, and the farmer and Mark wanted to raise the village at once, and have a bonfire to celebrate the triumph of innocence— but no I—the lawyer advised them to wait until to-morrow, when the order of release for the prisoner would arrive. That same night all the news went Ittraight to Wad,low Hall.  It was the last blow for the old squire, who had been ailing of late, and he sat down in his chair—a shattered man.  The infer'. atlon came from the police-station of the town where the life of the wretched Sybil ended; and, couched in curt official language, it struck heavily home. "We must give up all," he murmured, "this wretched man had no right to give up that bond."  But Herbert and Mrs Wadlow clung to a last hope, and urged that the particulars of the affair might never be known, and they might tide over the scandal. " No," said the squire, "the Wadlows have sank for ever—the most noble family in the land could never survive such a degradation as this. We traded with a cur: our child married a cur, and murdered him in cold blood. What more do you want? and why should we linger here ?"  They had no answer to give him, and by the morning's light they left their old home never to return. Mrs Wadlow had a small income of her own; this it was decided she and the squire should live upon; and Herbert, with an outfit, was to find a home in the far west.  • They left a note for Mr Tonle'''. simply stating that, as the Hall was not their own, they preferred leaving it, and from that hour Glendown never saw or heard of them more. What more is there to tell ? But little. The innocence of Clarence proved, hundreds of friends rallied round him, as superficial friends will do when the sky is clear, and the bast families in the country sought his society. He was soon thrown among the rich and influential, and could, had he chosen, have married among the noblest; but he had gained experience, a bitter, dearly-bought experience, and he kept faithfully to both his old friendship and love. He did not ignore the advantages of society —fools and misanthropes alone do that, but, established as a country gentleman, he, with a proud, thankful heart, married the girl who had loved him with so strong a faith, .  Poor Molly Bolton ifved with the married pair, and, being po3seseed of a woman's instinct, soon learned to run smoothly in the groove of a higher phase of life than she had been born in; and Mr Torney spends all his spare time, aibout two months of the year, at the Hall. Mark and Clarence are true and earnest friends, and Clarence likes the shooting season, for it gives him the opportunity of many a quiet ramble with his humble, faithful friend. And Nelly. Is she happy? Well, it is probable she is so, for, in the earnest devotion of her husband, and her children's love, her love and faith have found a fitting reward. (rail