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 CHAPTER I. 
 
 AN ANCIENT FEUD. 
 
 " Strange Is it, that our bloods, 
 Of color, weight and heat, pour'd all together, 
 Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off 
 In differences so mighty." 
 
 Landsdowne is a name to be found in the parish rec- 
 ords of Maidestone, England, for several centuries. 
 
 The Margates came in 1776, from an advanced farming 
 section of the north, ready to give the benefit of their 
 advice to all about them. 
 
 Squire Landsdowne, being a near neighbor, received a 
 generous share; but, having lorded it over the community 
 for many years he, unfortunately, was not inclined to be 
 dictated to. 
 
 Differences arising between them grew till one day the 
 original Squire Landsdowne was ploughing in a new and 
 stony field. The day was oppressive. He had sworn enough 
 since breakfast to fulfill the requirements of a sea cap- 
 tain. The horses were nervous and balky, flies numerous 
 and bothersome, and as the ploughshare would frequently 
 
 2061835
 
 2 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 antagonize a boulder of unusual proportions the Squire 
 would pave the atmosphere with old-fashioned profanity. 
 
 "Hoo* art thee th 1 day, Squire?" said the original Mar- 
 gate as he folded his arms leisurely over the stone fence 
 which acted as a division line between a section of their 
 farms. The Squire answered w'th a puff, and wiping 
 the perspiration hurriedly from his brow he caught the 
 plough again without attempting to stop. Five paces 
 ahead, directly on the line of his last furrow and the com- 
 ing ploughshare was a huge stone, to avoid which required 
 all the ingenuity and dexterity the Squire possessed. 
 
 " Ye' s doan't pere to understan' the knack of holdin' 
 the ploo as we do north'ard," said Mr. Margate, in rather 
 a loud and authoritative tone of voice. The Squire, 
 simultaneously with this remark, hit the rock full abreast, 
 the concussion almost jerking him off his feet. 
 
 Vesuvius burst in all its glory, and as the Squire threw 
 the ploughshare over on its side, he hissed through his 
 volcanic throat with all the pent-up venom of a year : 
 
 " Why the devil, sir, didn't you stay up north?" The 
 original Margate made no reply, but retraced his steps to 
 his home, atrociously and pointedly insulted. Three 
 generations passed away, but the animosity did not. It 
 was bequeathed like an heirloom and became intensified 
 as developed in the succeeding new blood. 
 
 It was 1876. A century had passed. Squire John 
 Landsdowne number three had the same hard features of 
 his ancestor. The house had been rebuilt. A magnifi- 
 cent structure stood upon the site of its predecessor, con- 
 taining all the improvements that modern art could sug- 
 gest. Wonderful hedges, variegated foliage neatly
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 3 
 
 trimmed, parterres carefully kept, rich green lawns, 
 statuary along the walks, deer grazing in the park. 
 A great change had come over the spirit of the old 
 place. The handiwork of modern design had changed the 
 old-fashioned home into elaborate rooms, stately halls, 
 majestic windows and flower-clad balconies ; in fact, a pal- 
 ace was Landsdowne Hall. 
 
 The Margates, too, were not to be outdone. On the 
 hill, through the stately oaks, shone the glittering dome 
 of their elegant residence, jealous rivalry keeping up 
 one continual effort to outdo the other family in the mag- 
 nificence of their respective abodes. The fences, gates 
 and buildings were massive, the lawns and gardens, too, 
 were tastily and beautifully kept, and a small Eden was 
 opened to view as one peeped up the long avenue from 
 the highway leading to "Oak Hill," a name lately con- 
 ferred upon the place. 
 
 The present Margate, whose Christian name was Arch- 
 ibald, was well informed, possessing intelligence fur 
 beyond the ordinary country gentleman ; a patient student, 
 proficient in many arts and sciences, well posted in the 
 current topics of the day, in politics a whig, and a leader 
 in many issues which affected his section of the country. 
 Being a fluent and earnest speaker his chance, for gain- 
 ing a seat in parliament at no distant day was regarded as 
 favorable. 
 
 Archibald Margate had an only son, upon whom he 
 staked great possibilities. Warren, a bright, energetic 
 youth of nineteen, tall and keen-eyed, and of such a gay 
 and cheerful disposition that he had earned many friends 
 among his collegiate acquaintances. 
 
 Warren could pull a good stroke, bat a fair innings at 
 cricket, and was by no means raw in fencing, boxing, and
 
 4 THE MILLIONAIRE TRA3IP. 
 
 other athletic pastimes; true, he had coursing through 
 his veins a little of the obtrusive and dictatorial spirit of 
 the Margates, but, underlying this, was a stratum of 
 good nature and mirthfulness, taken from his mother, a 
 dear, light-hearted lady which rather offset the former. 
 
 Lillie, his sister, seventeen, and the prettiest girl in all 
 Kent, was so attached to him that she looked forward with 
 dread to the approaching end of his vacation. 
 
 Charles Landidowne, the only son of Squire Lands- 
 downe, was a tine, manly fellow, with intelligent dark 
 eyes, clear, bright, resolute face, and a powerful neck, 
 which, alone, indicated the stubbornness of his race; gen- 
 ial and kind, he was a faithful friend but a dangerous 
 opponent when crossed, as many a young man who had 
 measured backs with him on the playground sand at 
 Maidestone College well knew. 
 
 His favorite sport was shooting, to which he devoted 
 much of his leisure time. He inherited the aversion to 
 the Margates, but it had been noticed that during services 
 in St. Mark's Church on the hill, in the old-fashioned 
 square family pew, Young Landsdowne would sit in such 
 a position that fair Lillie Margate's face could be viewed 
 without much effort; and so, too, it was only human that 
 he might once in a great while catch a gleam of light 
 from her lovely, flashing eyes. But this was only during 
 a very interesting sentence of the worthy rector's sermon, 
 and when the sturdy head of the venerable Squire was 
 turned in the opposite direction. 
 
 The families never interchanged a word. 
 
 One bright Sunday morning, the church being 
 crowded, Lillie had waited to talk a moment at the close
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 5 
 
 of the services with a young lady in a neighboring pew. 
 While passing through the crowd to overtake her family 
 she accidentally dropped her prayer book. Young Lauds- 
 downe hesitated for a moment he was near her in the 
 aisle then picked it up, bowed politely blushed. Yes, 
 a manly, healthy blush, and returned it to her. Did Lil- 
 iio respond in the same manner? Aye! it was the crim- 
 son which can only mount to the cheek of a maiden pure 
 and free from all affectation. And the smile which accom- 
 panied it came from a heart in which the family animosi- 
 ty had found no place. 
 
 There was a farm hand at Landsdowne Hall named 
 William Lindley, of sullen temperament, hard-working 
 enough, but inclined to have trouble with the men. He 
 had been warned by the Squire twice; a third warning 
 was equivalent to a dismissal at the Hall. This man had 
 been in the habit of visiting the kitchen of the Margates 
 to see a young woman employed as assistant cook, named 
 Phoebe. It came to the notice of young Warren Margate 
 that this fellow meant no good by his frequent visits; 
 and on one sultry starlight evening while Warren 
 was enjoying a walk on the lawn back of the house 
 he overheard a conversation between Phosbe and the 
 man which fully confirmed his suspicions. Young 
 Margate walked up to him and demanded peremptorily by 
 what right he trespassed upon the ground*. The answer 
 was sullen and impertinent: "What business be this of 
 yourn, young maester, perhaps as you be sweet on the 
 girl yourself?" 
 
 " I will make it my business, you scoundrel," quickly 
 responded Margate,
 
 6 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 " Them's big words from a hinsignifica't chap as ought 
 to be a gentleman," sneered Lindley. "You be a bigun on 
 your own grown' no doubt." Lindley was a powerful man 
 and a brute in all his instincts. He was aware that young 
 Margate was something of an athlete but thought his own 
 muscular superiority sufficient to counterbalance his 
 opponent's science. " Now young un, 'itthe first blow, as 
 I don't want ter commence the assault;" and, true to the 
 admonition , Margate landed a terrific left-hander on Lind- 
 ley's face which reeled him ; following his adversary up 
 Margate led with his right, before Lindley had time to 
 rally and knocked him down. Lindley, enraged at being 
 struck so keenly, rose to his feet and made a terrible kick 
 :;t Margate, which fortunately missed him. 
 
 "You dastardly coward, "exclaimed Margate, excited 
 at this outrage, " I'll show you how to fight." Margate 
 q-aickly disrobed him of his coat, put up his arms in a true 
 and scientific manner, and led a severe blow on Lind- 
 loy's swollen face. Phoebe had run to the house for help ; 
 finding no one she returned with a broom, a woman's 
 usual weapon of defence. As Margate sparred about for 
 a chance he caught a glimpse of Phoebe and ordered her 
 to retire. 
 
 Lindley made several desperate lunges at his nimble 
 adversary, his anger increasing at his ineffectual blows. 
 
 One of Lindley's wild passes made a severe bruise on 
 young Margate's forehead, drawing the blood. Margate 
 now summoned up all his strength, striking right and 
 left from the shoulder, forcing the enemy back and getting 
 three magnificent blows on his adversary's face. 
 
 Lindley rushed forward in a dogged, obstinate manner, 
 apparently half stupefied with the punishment. Margate, 
 taking advantage of his carelessness, administered a sledge-
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 7 
 
 hammer upper cut which completely knocked Lindley off 
 his feet. 
 
 Then grasping him by the collar he jerked him 
 unwillingly down the lane to the highway and giving him 
 a parting shove towards Landsdowne Hall, said : " There, 
 now, you dog, never let me see you on these premises 
 again." Lindley shambled hurriedly along the road; 
 when at a safe distance he turned, and shaking his fist, 
 called out through the darkness, " I'll get even with ye 
 yet, young devil/'
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 A CHANCE MEETING. 
 
 " It matters not the antagonistic blood, 
 Or opposition of stern religious creed, 
 All barriers will drift away with Time's great flood 
 If never dying true-love be the planted seed." 
 
 Soon after this occurrence at Oak Hill Charles Lands- 
 downe had occasion to transact some business about two 
 miles from his home, and, as the weather was pleasant, 
 he went afoot. Returning, it was becoming twilight. It 
 was one of those beautiful autumn evenings we wish 
 could always remain with us; the golden leaves were fall- 
 ing on the roadside, the myrtle and sumach in the corner? 
 of the fields shone forth resplendent with their autumnal 
 hues. In the distance could be heard the irregular tink 
 ling of the cow- bells as the faithful kine wandered lazily 
 homeward. The thrush was singing his evening hymn. 
 The hop gardens and Kentish landscape over the undulat- 
 ing fields, lit by the fading rays of the sinking sun, made 
 a beautiful picture. He paused to look back on these 
 familiar scenes, and his mind entered a channel of happj 
 and ambitious thought. He was day-dreaming of the 
 brilliant prospect in store for him. His father was getting 
 on in years and would soon retire from the active field of 
 life, and he, as inheritor of Landsdowne Hall, would soon 
 occupy an enviable position among his neighboring ac- 
 quaintances. " I will not be ontent with the ordinary
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 9 
 
 title of Squire," he said; " a name must be made for the 
 family Sir Charles Landsdowne ! that sounds aristocratic. 
 But stay, I am dreaming; the very substance of these am- 
 bitious thoughts is merely the shadow of a dream." 
 
 As he thus mused his thoughts reverted to the fair face 
 of Lillie Margate, and while this angel vision flitted past 
 he indeed heard the rustling of her wings ; for, lo ! a few 
 steps behind him in the road, advancing with hurried 
 steps, came none other than she. Lillie had been visiting 
 some girl friend and was returning home. As she passed 
 she bowed pleasantly. Landsdowne hesitated a moment, 
 and then, raising his hat politely, he stepped beside 
 her and begged permission to accompany her. His 
 gallantry was accepted with the same sweet smile he had 
 encountered in the church aisle. " Think of it," he said ; 
 "a Margate and a Landsdowne walking home together." 
 
 "Something that has not happened in three genera- 
 tions," replied Lillie, slightly embarrassed. 
 
 Landsdowne was a brave youth; but, nevertheless, no 
 snare-drum expert ever beat a more efficient tattoo than 
 did his heart against the innermost portals of his vest upon 
 this memorable occasion. 
 
 Mustering up courage Charles broke the silence which 
 succeeded Lillie's last sage rejoinder: 
 
 " Just think of it; you and I ought to have been play- 
 mates." 
 
 "Yes," she replied ; ' 'instead of being born to dread each 
 other like young wild beasts." 
 
 More courage. 
 
 " Then we will dispel this absurd antagonism, won't 
 we?" 
 
 " Yes, we must," cheerily the pretty maiden answered, 
 her cheeks suffused with rosy blushes. She was elad in
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 an ordinary waterproof wrapper, and as the evening dew 
 would soon begin to fall she had raised her hood. In 
 this simple attire, facing towards the West, her usually 
 bright face reflected the bright rays of the setting sun, 
 and simultaneously illumined with joy the doubting heart 
 of young Landsdowne. 
 
 As the evening faded into night Lillie accepted the 
 proffered arm, and the Squire's son wished that the walk 
 home was one hundred miles instead of one. Leisurely 
 they strolled along, and many pleasant allusions were 
 made to their clandestine acquaintanceship. 
 
 " How the Governor would stare should he meet us 
 now," chuckled Landsdowne. At the very thought the 
 Margate held on more firmly to the Landsdowne arm and 
 shrugged her graceful shoulders. That she should abhor 
 the Squire was innate, but for what real reason this cheer- 
 ful maiden could not tell. 
 
 " Who is that? " exclaimed Charles, as he came to a dead 
 halt. " It's the Governor, or I am not his son." 
 
 True enough. In the high-seated sulky, hitched to 
 " Bonny Doon," his favorite night horse, sat, severe and 
 stately, in bold relief against the fading twilight, none 
 other than the sturdy Squire. 
 
 Miss Margate, quick as a flash, turned to march on as if 
 not in company with young Landsdowne, but in this case 
 woman's adroitness was surpassed by man's presence of 
 mind; for Charles, standing directly in front, she became 
 completely eclipsed by his broad shoulders. The Squire 
 ioo-o-ed alon^ without taking the slightest notice of them, 
 
 J fttt 
 
 he being, as usual, busy ruminating over some matter per- 
 taining to the estate. 
 
 'Oh, my! how glad I am he did not see us," exclaimed 
 Lillie, in a whisper.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 11 
 
 " Ah ! but he saw me. I'll wager he is going over to old 
 Judge Orcott's for supper. They are discussing some po- 
 litical problem, and, perhaps, the Governor is making up 
 his argument." 
 
 No sooner had the words escaped his lips than ft deep 
 voice hallooed through the dusk : 
 
 " Hi there ! Charley boy, is that you ? " 
 
 The Squire would never allow anything to interfere 
 with his cogitations, and when his mental argument waa 
 concluded he recollected having seen his son. 
 
 " Yes, sir," answered the son. 
 
 " Do you want to go with me ? " 
 
 " No, thanks, I will go home." 
 
 The Squire disappeared. 
 
 They were nearing the gate of Oak Hill when Lillie 
 said: 
 
 "Mr. Landsdowne, I am exceedingly sorry I cannot ask 
 you in." 
 
 "Never mind," he answered, "you and I must go to 
 work and clear away this mist of unfriendliness " tightly 
 holding her hand " and now we must part." 
 
 She held down her head a moment, and then, looking up 
 quickly in his face, she made no reply; a little, sparkling 
 tear could be seen in one corner of her lustrous eye. 
 
 " I am exceedingly thankful for your company and your 
 protection. Good night ! Good night ! " 
 
 Landsdowne noticed a slight tremor in her voice as she 
 spoke the last good night. Kaising his hat, he replied : 
 
 " My dear Miss Margate, Adieu! till we meet again? 
 
 MUKonain Tramp 2.
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 TROUBLE BREWING. 
 
 ' There is nae luck about the house, 
 There is nae luck at all. " 
 
 When Lillie Margate passed up the avenue, through the 
 front yard, after her walk with Landsdowne, Wallace, 
 their old Scotch gardener, stood at the front gate, his 
 mouth open wide with amazement. 
 
 " It couldna be, it couldna be. Th' Landsdowne son 
 ta'kin' to our Miss I Deery me ! Oh ! deery me ! Gude 
 lordy ! I fere there's treble bruin', treble bruin', and it'a 
 Freeday th' day. Ill luck ! ill luck ! " 
 
 This jumble was partly overheard by Lillie, but believ- 
 ing it impossible for "Wallie" to have identified Lands- 
 downe, as by that time it had grown quite dark, she en- 
 tered the house, paying no further attention to the old 
 man's remarks. 
 
 A strange superstition existed among the servants of 
 these peculiar families, and old Wallace slept but little 
 that night; he regarded the event of the " make up" as 
 portentous of evil. However, he kept his knowledge of 
 the clandestine meeting of Charles and Lillie a dead secret, 
 believing silence as essential in this case as after a bad 
 dream. 
 
 Saturday, the day following, was usually devoted by 
 young Landsdowne to shooting grouse in the thickets 
 about two miles back from the highway, a spot he had
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 13 
 
 visited every fall for many years. He was an expert shot 
 with the fowling piece and was known as such the country 
 over. 
 
 The day dawned favorably for a good day's sport. He 
 knew the thickets so well he did not take his famous hunt- 
 ing dog, Sport, who howled dismally as, imprisoned in 
 his kennel, he saw his master pass along the lane. 
 
 His gun had been properly cleaned and loaded the 
 evening before by one of the farm hands, and he started 
 out on a brisk walk, as it was a fresh and chilly morning. 
 
 Reaching the thicket he crossed the fence, making a 
 short cut to a spot where he had frequently had good 
 luck. He noticed immediately in front of him on the ground 
 a fine brace of grouse ; as he was about to raise his gun the 
 form of a man appeared, partially hidden by the thicket. 
 Not desiring to lose his shot he was about to fire at the game, 
 when the bending of a bough, against which his right arm 
 rested, caused the muzzle of the gun to sway out of line 
 with the birds ; in an instant his forefinger touched the 
 hair-trigger; a loud report, and, gazing through the smoke 
 following the discharge, he soon beheld a sight that 
 chilled his blood, riveting him for a moment to the spot. 
 Before him lay the prostrate form of Warren Margate, 
 breathing heavily. Rushing forward through the thicket 
 he raised Margate's head in his arms. 
 
 " Merciful Heaven ! there is no hope," exclaimed Lands- 
 do wne. 
 
 The entire load of shot had entered his neck, punctur- 
 ing the jugular vein. It was but a few minutes ere life 
 would depart forever. Quickly attempting to stop the 
 flow of blood with his handkerchief, he discovered some 
 of the pieces had entered the brain. 
 
 " My God 1 Margate, speak to me. What have I done?
 
 14 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Oh, horrible accident! Oh, luckless fate! Help! help! " 
 He shouted in vain. 
 
 Poor Warren lifted his eyes from which the light of the 
 world was quickly fading. He made a desperate attempt 
 to speak, but the dark red blood gurgled in his manly 
 throat, and the only words Landsdowne could distinguish 
 sounded like "Two shots! Two shots!" Sinking in a 
 faint he could say no more. 
 
 There was an expression on his face which meant some- 
 thing Landsdowne could not interpret. Margate, in his 
 dying moments, had endeavored to make some sign that 
 Landsdowne would comprehend; but, alas! he breathed 
 his last five minutes after receiving his death wound. 
 
 Landsdowne wept bitter tears over the sad accident. 
 Tenderly covering the remains with the shooting coat re- 
 moved from the body, he started homewards. Retracing 
 his steps a few paces he paused to consider what was best 
 to be done. The full force of his unfortunate position 
 dawned upon him ; dropping his gun and throwing up his 
 arms in an appealing attitude to heaven, he exclaimed: 
 
 " Merciful God, I am lost! I am a doomed man; there 
 is no hope. If I return to Landsdowne Hall I will be con- 
 victed and hung. Who will believe a Laudsdowne enter- 
 tained no malice against a Margate, and that this shooting 
 was an accident?" He wrung his hands. 
 
 " What have I done? brought disgrace and disaster on 
 the name of Landsdowne forever. Wait ; there is but one 
 chance. I will take it." 
 
 Quickly hurrying back to the fatal spot he kneeled over 
 the chilling form and, kissing the cold forehead, said : 
 
 ' ' Good-bye ! poor boy. Did you but know the truth. 
 Could you but speak. Oh, heaven! so young. What a 
 fetal"
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 15 
 
 Looking up he imagined he heard the rustling of leaves 
 as though some one approached. He arose, walking hur- 
 riedly to an open spot in the thicket ; he looked over the 
 fence and beheld in the distance the glittering vanes of 
 Landsdowne Hall. 'Twas one last look, and as he turned 
 to leave he raised his hat, saying : 
 
 "Farewell, my home! My home no longer now." 
 He started in a roundabout way toward the main 
 road and was seen no more.
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 THE FAREWELL RECEPTION. 
 
 " \Vho would guess 
 
 If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, 
 Since upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise." 
 
 It was toward five o'clock on the afternoon of the same 
 day. Old Wallie, the gardener, who had been picking a 
 few choice roses from the hot-house to decorate the dark 
 tresses of Lillis that evening, called at the door. 
 
 There was to be a farewell reception at Oak Hill for 
 Warren, who would not be home again till Christmas. 
 
 Several college chums residing in the neighboring 
 towns had been invited, together with some young ladies, 
 the daughters of well-to-do farmers, and a few relatives 
 and friends from the city. In fact, quite a little enter- 
 tainment was provided and a joyous time anticipated. 
 
 Old "Wallace sighed as he handed Miss Lillie the flow- 
 ers. 
 
 " Why, my dear old ' Wallie,' what is troubling you? 
 What makes you so sad? " 
 
 The old man shook his head but said nothing. He went 
 out as was his habit when anything worried him, and sat 
 and smoked on the stile by the orchard * ' a bit " before 
 supper. 
 
 As he sat there the smoke from his ancient clay pipe 
 curled up spirally into the clear air. Of what was the old 
 man thinking? He was picturing in his mind all the at- 
 tempts during his career at reconciliation between the 
 families, when who should come crawling along with his
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 17 
 
 peculiar gait but his neighbor, John Tague, who, sixty 
 years ago, was a playmate of his on the verdure-clad hills 
 of Scotland. 
 
 " Weel, John, how be it wie thee, my mon? " 
 
 " Ah ! the same auld sang ; nothing much a doo and a 
 plenty o' gudeeatin'," replied John. 
 
 " Sit doon, mon, and ta'k a bit. I've been bruidin* 
 o'er forebodin's a' th' day, John," said Wallie, as he puffed 
 reverentially with his black pipe. 
 
 " Deen the young meister ha' o* luick the day? " 
 
 " That as I is trooblin' aboot." 
 
 " Ye nae meanin' that aught happened the boy, lad? " 
 
 " Nae, I hope not, but it's a lang time o' his returnin*. 
 Did ye nae hear o' the rumpus he had? " 
 
 John pulled out his pipe and looked at Wallie with pro- 
 found astonishment. 
 
 " What, th' mon Lindlee, be he Yorkshire or Lanca- 
 shire I dinna nae ken, was a makin' oop to the girrel o' 
 th' kitchin', and he meant nae gude leasten sae the young 
 meister thot, an' he basted both on the rogue's eyes, and 
 whirrirred him oot o' the Ian gate lak o' cur doeg." 
 
 " Gude, gude," heartily laughed old John, as he knocked 
 the ashes out of his pipe. " He's a brave un, the young 
 gintleman." 
 
 '* But I fere it's nae gude thing after all, as I nae laked 
 the luike o' that sulkiu' brute, Liudlee," said Wallie. 
 
 "Young meister went a gunnin' th' day, an* he asked 
 wha' the spots for the grouse o' the ruffled kine run last 
 eve," earnestly spoke John. 
 
 Wallie relit his pipe, and said with a yawn: 
 
 " I'd feel mesel easier to see him in yon gate." 
 
 John Tague stretched himself, yawned, and walked off 
 without saying a word. Wallie walked in to supper.
 
 18 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Warren Margate's fall vacation was drawing to a close, 
 and he had determined to have a day at the grouse in the 
 thickets before returning to college. So it happened that 
 on the evening prior to this he had applied to old John 
 Tague, a neighbor and crack shot, fora little information 
 regarding the best spots to find the game. At the time 
 he was talking to Tague, whom he met on the road in 
 front of Tague's house, Lindley came up, but seeing War- 
 ren he scowled sullenly and walked away. 
 
 It was an hour before the time when the company was 
 expected. 
 
 Mrs. Margate inquired of Wallie if Warren had returned. 
 Receiving a negative reply, Edward, a boy working on 
 the place, was dispatched to a neighbor's to see if he might 
 have gone there, as he would probably have exhibited his 
 game to Albert Fielding, a college chum, a mile down the 
 road, had he been successful. The boy returned. No 
 news. 
 
 The stately lamps on the wide veranda were lit. The 
 gate lights cleaned and hung up. Wallie ate but little, his 
 face was pale, and the hired girls jibed him, but he made 
 no reply. Along came several jolly, laughing girl friends 
 of Lillie's. The music usual to the country dance arrived. 
 
 It began to be whispered about, " Where is the host? " 
 Lillie came down stairs radiant with happiness, her dark 
 hair decorated with the loveliest of roses. She was indeed 
 bewitching. 
 
 ' ' Never mind brother, he will be here in a few min- 
 utes," she gayly replied to many inquiries. 
 
 "Oh, girls! the music has come," she said; " let us have 
 a little impromptu dance." 
 
 Mrs. Margate came down in her new dress looking
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 19 
 
 almost the counterpart of her daughter, notwithstanding 
 the lights and shadows of fifty years had swept her well 
 preserved fair face, saying: 
 
 " Is it not too bad Warren is not here. I am really be- 
 coming annoyed at him. He has gone shooting, and those 
 wild boys never know when to desist." 
 
 Time passed on. It was eight o'clock. Mrs. Margate 
 looked distressed and retired to her room. The mirth of 
 the party seemed to die away and foreboding whisperings 
 took its place. Albert Fielding, who had just arrived, 
 proposed to two or three young men to organize a search 
 lor him. A loud knock at the front door announced some 
 one. All rushed forward to welcome the missing host. 
 It proved to be the senior Margate, who had been to the 
 city. 
 
 When informed of Warren's mysterious absence a slight 
 pallor spread over Archibald's usually ruddy face. 
 
 He had been informed of the late trouble with Lindley, 
 and knew some mischief might come of it. After saluting 
 the guests and conversing with and comforting his wife, 
 he retired to his study. 
 
 At this juncture young Fielding proposed to organize a 
 hunt, which proposal was heartily accepted by all hands, 
 for he was as nimble as a deer and as powerful as an ox : 
 a fit leader, ready for an adventure at a moment's notice. 
 
 The party was soon prepared for the start. Old Wallie, 
 with a large lamp and a coil of rope, strutted about the 
 yard with considerable officiousness. 
 
 " Where is Warren's dog? she'll trace him," shouted 
 one. Loosing the spaniel from her chain, she, too Joined in 
 the hunt with as much interest as the rest. 
 
 Lillie stood sobbing at the door as they disappeared in 
 the darkness, the other girls comforting her.
 
 20 THE MILLIO2UIBE TBAMP. 
 
 The old gardener kept his eye on the spaniel, Gypsy. 
 
 " Now, lassie, gae scent oot th' young meister." 
 
 The dog crossed along the field and ran up and down 
 several times to a lane some distance back of the house. 
 The brute yelped several times, and whined, evidently in- 
 dicating she had found the trail. 
 
 Wallie whistled to the spaniel to keep close. Following 
 in the wake were a half dozen young men, Albert Field- 
 ing being next to Wallie, who knew every foot of ground 
 on the estate. After walking stealthily for two miles they 
 reached the thicket, the stone fence dividing the Mar- 
 gate property from that west of it. Along this fence the 
 dog halted and barked, running up and down it several 
 times. Gypsy seemed to have lost the trail, when 
 suddenly she sprang and scrambled over the fence. The 
 night was dark and the glarish rays from the lanterns lit 
 up the brown leaves with an ominous light. Again 
 Gypsy jumped the fence. 
 
 " He did not go in that direction," exclaimed Fielding. 
 
 " Puir boy, he's nae far awa from here," said old Wallie 
 in a subdued and tremulous voice. 
 
 The latter remark of the old gardener caused a gloom to 
 spread over the party momentarily, but when Gypsy again 
 jumped the fence, a certain excitement prevailed. 
 
 " Let us go on," hurriedly shouted Fielding, as with 
 one hand on the top he jumped the stone fence clear. 
 
 " Hand me a light," he said. 
 
 "Wait, mon; nae so fast. Wait for my auld bones;" 
 and two of the party helped the old man over. 
 
 Gypsy was howling and barking. In a brief minute all 
 had crossed the fence and were pushing their way through 
 the thicket, young Fielding leading. In an open spot on 
 the grass, covered by his coat, the flickering light of half
 
 TELE MILLIONAIRE TBAMT. 31 
 
 a dozen lanterns cast their rays on all that was mortal of 
 the host of the evening, Warren Margate. With trem- 
 bling hands, and tears running down his weather-beaten 
 face, the old Scotchman lifted the coat gently from the 
 body. A horrified murmur came from all mouths simulta- 
 necMJsly : 
 
 "Murdered!!" 
 
 "Aye! and in cauld bluid, cauld bluid," said old VTallie, 
 as he broke down with excitement and rested on the 
 blood-stained grass. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 When Landsdowne left the thicket he gained the main 
 road leading northward toward Chatham. He had but a 
 few shillings about him. Caring nothing for food he 
 stumbled and staggered along in a half dazed condition. 
 Having traveled many miles, footsore and tired he sat 
 under the friendly shadows of a veteran oak, which 
 spread its rugged branches over the roadside. He soon 
 fell into a melancholy reverie. 
 
 " Such is life," he said; " while sailing along in placid 
 waters by a peaceful shore, a sudden storm arises, driving 
 Us hard upon the rocks ; sitting perched up there, hungry 
 and forlorn, we behold our only comfort, the distant sails 
 of happiness that have past. 
 
 He fell asleep. In his dream he saw again the assuring 
 smile of Lillie Margate; her dear eyes seemed to beam 
 upon him, her voice called to him : " Charles, I know the 
 truth." 
 
 A sunbeam through the oak leaves kissed the wanderer 
 into wakefulness. As he rose to his feet the horror of the 
 late accident pursued him. Looking at his watch he 
 found he had slept over an hour*
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 "Ah! I must move on;" and again he trudged on his 
 weary way. At sundown the spires and tall masts of 
 vessels in the seaport city of Chatham could be seen in the 
 distance. 
 
 It was nearly 11 o'clock the night of the party at Mar- 
 gate's. The music had been dismissed, the brilliant 
 lamps turned down, and a dread quietude reigned through- 
 out the house. Archibald Margate remained in his library 
 in a brown study. He sat in his easy chair with his hands 
 shoved far into his capacious pockets. There was a look 
 of calm sternness on his face, indicating a determination 
 to accept the inevitable. 
 
 The old family clock in the hall was just chiming por- 
 tentiously the hour. Calling a servant he inquired if any 
 news had come the same result as his inquiry at half-past 
 ten, "None, sir." 
 
 Mrs. Margate had lain down on the lounge in the back 
 parlor; she was being comforted by two young ladies who 
 had remained for their escorts to return and accompany 
 them home. 
 
 Lillie was sitting chatting between suppressed sobs to 
 some of the guests. Assuring words were being adminis- 
 tered by those about her. 
 
 Fifteen minutes later the watch-dog announced the re- 
 turn of the party. No hurrahs, no shouts of joy. The 
 very fact they did not cheer, the murmuring of voices 
 through the night, cast a cloud over the hope cherished 
 by Archibald Margate that his boy was safe. 
 
 " God be merciful!" he exclaimed; " What can it be?" 
 
 The lantern cast a light on something they were carry- 
 ing on a rude stretcher made of boughs.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Margate rushed to meet them. 
 
 "Ah! puirmeister, it's all oop wie your puir bye," said 
 VTallie, as he hobbled along the lane, almost dead from 
 fatigue. 
 
 We must draw the curtain down on the agonizing scene 
 of a father's, mother's and sister's poignant grief at the 
 loss of a loved and only son and brother.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 FATE FROWNS. 
 
 11 With equal foot, rich friend, Impartial Fate 
 Knocks at the cottage and the palace gate.* 
 
 As the lights of Chatham shone forth, Landsdowne ex- 
 perienced that peculiar sensation that comes over one, who, 
 under a cloud, enters a strange city. Lurking behind 
 every corner seemed an enemy. 
 
 As he advanced, however, he became bolder, and while 
 ruminating over his trouble, he exclaimed : 
 
 " Never mind, Landsdowne, you have one comfort, you 
 are innocent, and the weight of a guilty conscience will 
 not add to your burden of misfortune. 
 
 His feet were blistered with his heavy hunting boots. 
 Feeling the pangs of hunger, he sought lodging at a small 
 wayside inn, and slipping in unnoticed to the waiting-room 
 told the landlord he wanted a bed and supper at once. 
 After his repast he soon fell into a refreshing slumber, not 
 waking till broad daylight. Leaving the inn he took the 
 back streets and wandered about till he came to a news- 
 stand. Purchasing a newspaper he looked it over eagerly, 
 expecting to see the horror of the day before ; but not a 
 word. The news had not reached Maidestone in time for 
 the early press. But as he passed the telegraph office he 
 was horrified to see his name posted as the murderer of 
 Warren Margate. At first he felt a desire to return and 
 deny the outrageous charge, but upon second thought he 
 knew how futile such an effort would bo.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 25 
 
 Proceeding to a small shop he purchased with his re- 
 maining few shillings a common sailor suit. He then 
 changed his clothes, and found himself in almost complete 
 disguise. He walked to the dock and witnessed for an 
 hour a vessel preparing to leave, her destination being 
 Philadelphia, U.S. Speaking to the captain, who appeared 
 a good-natured, business sort of a party, he secured a 
 position, as he was short of men. 
 
 " I kinder like your looks," said the American captain. 
 " Can you write a good hand? " 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 Entering the cabin of the Amazon, a brig-rigged vessel 
 of large tonnage, Landsdowne signed his name in the 
 book, James Darrow. The captain had been checking the 
 invoice of the promiscuous articles which were being 
 shipped aboard his craft, en route to the great Centennial 
 Exposition in Philadelphia. 
 
 " Your some posted on writin* and keepin' accounts, I 
 guess? " 
 
 " Yes sir." 
 
 " I see you scratch a good fist." 
 
 Darrow smiled. 
 
 " Now, I've some business up town and I will leave you 
 to check off them goods as they come in. Ye don't drink, 
 does ye? No? Well, I'll bet I can depend on you. 
 That goldarned drunken idiot I've had gets fuller than a 
 tick every time we strike port ;" and the captain went away 
 talking loudly to himself. 
 
 The sun was shining warm, and Darrow, with his sun- 
 burned face and sailor suit, could easily have been mistak- 
 en for an old salt. 
 
 He had not been keeping the account long when a man 
 eame walking leisurely up the dock, eyeing every one on
 
 26 THE MILLION AJHE TRAMP. 
 
 board. He came up and sat lazily on a box near the ac- 
 countant. 
 
 Darrow was a man of iron nerve, and had the true grit 
 of the ancient Landsdownes. The terrible events and 
 fatigue in the past twenty-four hours had almost un- 
 nerved him ; but he became self-possessed when he sus- 
 pected this fellow was after information regarding him. 
 
 " Say, sir. Are you the captain or mate of this vessel?" 
 
 " Neither; I am a sailor." 
 
 Darrow went on with his tally, never looking up. 
 
 *' We're looking for a cove as is wanted, and I would 
 like to have you keep an eye for such a one. I should 
 judge about your build ; brown hair and eyes ; a young 
 man of good address; of good family, and his name be 
 Charles Landsdowne. We have word from headquarters 
 to look after him. Now, if such a party should show up 
 he might ask a passage on your craft. Now, I'll give you 
 my card, and if you see such a party you'll get enough for 
 your trouble if you let me know on the sly;" accompany- 
 ing his statement with a knowing wink. " There's my 
 card, John Squibbs, detective, 80 Front street, Chatham. 
 
 Darrow took the card, indifferently putting it in his 
 pocket ; made another entry in his book, and said : 
 
 " All right; I'll keep my eye on such a man." 
 
 Tearing a leaf out of the back of his book he dotted 
 down the description. Squibbs strolled along the dock 
 to another vessel. 
 
 Darrow breathed easier as he tore the description of 
 himself into atoms. 
 
 The captain returned and shortly the Amazon sailed 
 quickly out of the harbor. As Landsdowne stood on the 
 deck and saw Chatham, England, his home, all that he
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 27 
 
 loved and cherished on earth, melt from view, a sease of 
 loneliness came over him. But he discovered that the 
 Captain, although a rough fellow outwardly, was like 
 an unpolished gem. When smoothed by respect and 
 obedience his good qualities shone like a diamond. 
 
 The Millionaire Tramp 3,
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 THE CORONER'S INQUEST. 
 
 " Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death." 
 
 The morning after the remains of Warren Margate had 
 been carried home Squire Landsdowne had risen early ; 
 he had missed Charles, and on making inquiries of the 
 servants as to his whereabouts received no satisfactory 
 reply. Lindley had busied himself mending a fence back 
 of the house. Walking over to him the Squire 
 asked: 
 
 " When did you see Master Charles last? " 
 
 Lindley started at the sound of his voice and almost 
 dropped his hammer. 
 
 " Ain't seed 'im since yesterday, sir." 
 
 " Where was he then? " 
 
 " A gowen out a gunnin' for a bit o' grouse, sir." 
 
 " What time was this?" anxiously inquired the Squire. 
 
 " Aboot daylight; he was gowen out to yon thicket;" 
 pointing over towards the woods. 
 
 "Why tho devil did you not tell me this before?" sternly 
 demanded the Squire. 
 
 " I specked as he'd been 'ome this good bit, for aught I 
 knowed, sir. 'Pon 'onor, sir." 
 
 " Well, go and hitch up Black John, do you hear? 1 
 must go hunt the boy. Go on!" 
 
 As Lindley turned his head to go to the barn the Squire 
 noticed his terribly black eyes and cut nose.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 29 
 
 " Hold, sir;" exclaimed the Squire, suspecting some- 
 thing wrong. " Who's been pounding you? What's 
 the trouble here? " irately demanded the Squire. 
 
 Lindley held his head down and mumbled, * ' Nothing, 
 sir." 
 
 " There is I Speak, sir! " and the color rushed to the 
 Squire's already florid cheeks. 
 
 Lindley endeavored to reply evasively, but the Squire, 
 seizing him with his powerful grasp by the collar, shook 
 him into a fluent utterance by one jerk. 
 
 " Well, sir, to tell the truth, sir, I was badly 
 whipped, sir, by a party, sir." 
 
 " I want the whole story. What party?" the Squire 
 demanded, thinking Charles' absence might have had 
 something to do with Lindley's eyes. 
 
 "Well, sir, I'd been a courtin' of Margate's kitchen 
 girl, sir, and it seems, sir, as though young Margate, sir, 
 was jellus, or thereabouts, sir, or 8ummat o' that kind, 
 and he 'saulted me, sir, and beat me most terrific." 
 
 " What ! ! " roared the Squire, " young Margate 
 beat my hired help?" and the Squire's anger at Lindley 
 was turning, for the nonce, into sympathy for him, and 
 bitter hatred toward all the Margate family, from ages 
 back to the last born. Swearing a blue streak he donned 
 his hat, grasped his heavy cane, and set out towards the 
 Margate mansion. All the venom of three distinct gen- 
 erations raged in the old gentleman's breast. 
 
 " The insolent, interfering, insulting, northern up- 
 start brat, I'll give him a talking to for attacking my 
 hired man. My hired man," he repeated, with an air as 
 though the man was his own son. 
 
 Beaching the gate of Oak Hill he saw a number of men
 
 80 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 walking to and fro on the lawn. Several horses, with 
 buggies and carriages, were hitched near the gate. 
 
 " What is going on here? " demanded the Squire of John 
 Fielding, his friend, whom he saluted at the gate. 
 "Haven't you heard the awful news, Squire? " 
 Taken aback, and cooling down quickly from his 
 irascible mood, the Squire stopped, wiping the perspira- 
 tion from his brow. 
 
 " What news?" he asked. 
 
 - 
 
 " Why, poor young Margate has been murdered." 
 
 Behind the roughness of Squire Landsdowne's nature 
 there lurked a sympathetic disposition, and when Fielding 
 spoke these words the accumulated malice disappeared like 
 smoke. He had struck a chord in the Squire's heart few 
 of his associates knew he possessed. The Squire rested 
 his foot on the gate and listened attentively to the horrible 
 recital. 
 
 " And, Squire, what is worse than all man, I hate to 
 tell you. You will forgive me? " and as Fielding put his 
 hand on the old man's shoulder, he exclaimed with a voice 
 full of emotion : 
 
 "My God, sir, they suspect your boy" 
 
 Squire Landsdowne had had a peaceful life aside from 
 the usual strife accompanying his vocation. He was 
 widely and favorably known as a man of unimpeachable 
 honor. No stain of dishonesty or crime had ever tainted 
 the family name. 
 
 There was no blot on the family escutcheon ; therefore, 
 had an earthquake opened a chasm of one thousand feet 
 in front of him, he could not have been more dumb- 
 founded. He clung to the fence with both hands, tremb- 
 ling like an aspen leaf, his ruddy face pale to a distressing
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 31 
 
 degree, his eyes fixed as though he was stone. At length 
 he spoke cautiously : 
 
 "Fielding, upon what grounds do they suspect my 
 son? " 
 
 "Oh, Squire! my friend, I am sorry to bring such 
 news to you," answered Fielding; " I hope, I sincerely 
 hope, the suspicion is unfounded. They merely found a 
 handkerchief with Charles' name on it. Your house has 
 been watched, Squire, since 11 o'clock last night; Charles 
 has not returned." 
 
 " Go on, tell me more, that part is true," replied the 
 Squire, becoming more cool. 
 
 " One barrel of Charles' gun was found discharged, 
 and, what is worse than all, the cartridge in the loaded 
 barrel contained the same shot as that picked from the 
 neck and brain of poor young Margate." 
 
 "Merciful God! is that true? " groaned the Squire, be- 
 coming agitated as the evidence of his son's guilt seemed 
 to accumulate. He clutched the gate for support; he 
 reeled as if to faint. Fielding, who was a powerful man, 
 steadied him and tried to console him. Again assuming 
 his accustomed sturdiness he started for the house. 
 
 " Don't go in, for the sake of heaven, don't." 
 
 " Let me go." 
 
 " No, Squire, do not I pray; it will only create a scene. 
 Now, like a good man, let us proceed to your home and 
 discuss this horrible accusation rationally." 
 
 The Squire clutched Fielding's arm and never spoke a 
 word till he reached Landsdowne Hall. 
 
 " What time do they hold the inquest, Fielding? " asked 
 the Squire, as he sat down in the large hall and buried his 
 face in his hands. 
 
 " At eleven o'clock."
 
 32 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 "It is now ten. One hour!" The Squire .shod to 
 the door and shouted, " II:, there!" to Linuley, who was 
 still hammering at the fence. 
 
 "You saddle ' Royal George' and drive to Jenkins 
 & Thorpe's law office, Maidestone. Tell Thorpe I want 
 him at once. Time can be saved only in your going," 
 said the Squire, as he passed in to talk with Fielding. 
 
 " It is a matter of vast importance Thorpe should be at 
 the inquest. " 
 
 Fielding replied: "Thorpe will take three-quarters 
 of an hour to get here." 
 
 "Yes, yes!" said the Squire, "and old Royal will go 
 there in five minutes. 
 
 Lindley, evidently pleased to get away from the Squire's 
 scrutinizing eye, jumped into the saddle and vanished like 
 a flash. The hubbub, whisperings, cryings, suspicions 
 and theories developed at Landsdowne Hall during the 
 balance of the day can be better imagined than described. 
 
 Lindley obeyed his master with alacrity. The ride to 
 Maidestone was five miles, occupying a little over twice 
 as many minutes. 
 
 Thorpe's always ready drag was at his office door, and 
 he proceeded to Landsdowne Hall ; occupying precisely 
 the balance of the important hour. 
 
 Lindley had noticed as he flew past the Margate fence, 
 a lot of people collected on the inside discussing the hor- 
 ror, and a dread of impending danger impelled him to re- 
 solve that, after delivering his message, never to return 
 to Landsdowne Hall; so giving Royal George a slight 
 rest he jogged out of Maidestone by the north-westerly 
 road, leading to Seven Oaks, where he sold the old horse 
 to a blacksmith, who asked him fifty questions. He then
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 33 
 
 proceeded to London by rail and was soon hidden in that 
 labyrinth of humanity. i 
 
 ****** 
 
 It was nearly noon when the coroner sat in a back room 
 of the Margate Mansion to investigate the cause of the 
 death of the family's pride. Several college chums had 
 come with sadness depicted on their usually cheerful faces. 
 
 Old Wallie, with his new corduroy suit and clean-shaven 
 face, was immediately behind the coroner, catching every 
 word as it dropped from this oracle of wisdom. 
 
 The jury of neighbors being summoned sat surround- 
 ing the dead form. 
 
 Three physicians, who had just finished a post-mortem 
 examination, had adjourned to another room to hold a con- 
 sultation. 
 
 Barry Thorpe, barrister, sat quietly in one corner of 
 the room taking notes. 
 
 The first witness called was John Tague, who testified 
 
 "that he had seen Warren Margate the evening prior to the 
 
 night he was found dead. That he had consulted him 
 
 about the best place to find grouse. That witness told 
 
 him in the thickets. 
 
 " Who was present when this conversation occurred, 
 Mr. Tague? " queried the coroner. 
 
 " Nae one but mysel and the young meister." 
 
 " Are you sure? " 
 
 "Ah! a hand o' neighbor Squire Landsdowne cam oop, 
 but on seein' Meister Warren he off wie hisself." 
 
 Old Wallie, in the rear, shook his head with a knowing 
 look. 
 
 " What did you know about the man Lindley? " 
 
 " Nothing, 'cept he bore a bad name amang the neigh- 
 bors,"
 
 34 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Mr. Thorpe was allowed to ask a question: 
 
 "Had Mr. Warren Margate had any difficulty with this 
 man Lindley of late? " 
 
 "Aye, sir; Mr. Warren whipped him o' late, and 
 blacked his ee's." 
 
 " Did you ever hear Lindley use any threats against the 
 life of young Margate? " 
 
 "Nae, not mysel, but a young girrel said " 
 
 "Nevermind, sir, what she said," interrupted Coroner 
 Plump, authoritatively; " we will listen to that from her." 
 
 * ' What time was it when you saw deceased that 
 evening?" 
 
 " Aboot eight." 
 
 * Is that all you know ^bout the affair? " 
 
 " Yees, sir," and old Tague retired. 
 
 Aaron Wallace testified to finding tne body, the hand- 
 kerchief, the gun belonging to young Margate, and also 
 another gun (afterwards identified as belonging to Charles 
 Landsdowne). The circumstances of the hunt for the 
 body. How the spaniel followed the trail till he brought 
 them to the fatal spot. A pin could be heard if dropped 
 in the room when old Wallie narrated his story. Tears 
 welled up in the honest old man's eyes when he came to 
 bringing back the corpse. 
 
 Archibald Margate sat in the adjoining room. Lillie, 
 her mother, and a few friends, remained up stairs. 
 
 The testimony of the old gardener, as to finding the 
 corpse, was corroborated by Albert Fielding, son of John 
 Fielding, and another young man. 
 
 Harcott, a farm hand at the Hall, was asked, at Thorpe's 
 suggestion, as to the whereabouts of Lindley at the time 
 of the occurrence Saturday morning. 
 
 " Lindley and I occupied the same room, but sleeping
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 35 
 
 in different beds. I noticed the night before, while a 
 cleaning young master's gun, he was a long time fumbling 
 with it." 
 
 " Were you present all the time he was supposed to be 
 cleaning the gun? " 
 
 " No, sir; I went off to my work." 
 
 " Did he go out the next morning with Charles Lands- 
 downe, to shoot? " 
 
 " No, sir, not with him, but he went towards the thicket 
 half an hour or more before young Mr. Landsdowne 
 left the house." 
 
 " What time did Lindley return to the house? " 
 
 " It was about eleven o'clock." 
 
 " Did he have any firearms with him? " 
 
 "No, sir. Not that I saw, but I heard it said he did 
 try to fix up an old musket that was in the spare room 
 over the kitchen lately." 
 
 " Did you ever see Lindley with this old musket in his 
 hands?" 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 ' Did he have the old musket with him when he went 
 towards the thicket that morning? " 
 
 " I think so, but I could not swear. I saw him with 
 something in his hand, but what it was I could not say. 
 He was quite a distance away when I saw him." 
 
 " Did the man return with the gun? " 
 
 " No, sir." 
 
 The coroner : " I did not understand the witness to say 
 it was a gun. Mr. Thorpe, if permitted to conduct this 
 examination, you must follow the record." 
 
 " I beg your honor's pardon," said Mr. Thorpe, gra- 
 ciously.
 
 36 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 " Then did you see him return with the same article h 
 carried when he weiit out? " 
 
 " He returned without it, sir." 
 
 " Did you ever hear this man, Lindley, make a threat 
 against the life of Warren Margate? " 
 
 At this juncture the sheriff entered. 
 
 "Yes, sir. He said he would 'stretch him out; ' those 
 were the words he used." 
 
 The coroner allowed the witness to retire, and called 
 Charles Landsdowne. (Whisperings about the room.) 
 No answer. 
 
 Mr. Thorpe rose: " I would beg leave to say, sir," ad- 
 dressing himself to the coroner, " that Charles Lands- 
 downe is not to be found. He never returned from shoot- 
 ing yesterday, and while I would very much like to hear 
 his evidence, I must say it seems impossible to find him." 
 (Sensation among those present.) 
 
 Dr. Dixie, one of the physicians, then gave his testi- 
 mony, saying he, with his brother physicians, had made a 
 careful examination of the wound, and agreed that death 
 must have ensued very shortly after the shot. That the 
 jugular vein was severed. That several pickets of shot 
 and slugs had entered the brain. That the size of the 
 pickels were the same as those found in the loaded barrel 
 of Charles Landsdowne's gun, which was mentioned by a 
 prior witness. 
 
 " One of my learned brethren believes that the eye of 
 a dying person will photograph the features of the person 
 last seen, but I must say we cannot agree upon this sub- 
 ject, as I claim that while the eye may set as a convex lens, 
 owing to its shape, its refractory power towards the center 
 prevents an impression being retained but momentarily,
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 37 
 
 and which impression would pass away at the same time 
 the object was removed, like the reflection of a mirror." 
 
 Dr. Small was called. 
 
 The doctor was an exceedingly eccentric gentleman, full 
 of mysterious stratagems and remarkable theories. He 
 devoted much of his invaluable time to making discover- 
 ies that is, making the attempt. He never did discover 
 anything, except that his theories were strictly impracti- 
 cable. He hunted in the woods for herbs which he boiled 
 down and experimented upon for weeks, with no benefi- 
 cial result. He implicitly believed that the retina of the 
 human eye of a person murdered would photograph the 
 person committing the act of murder, and numerous other 
 as equally absurd theories. Dr. Small was what is com- 
 monly called a "crank," but being a man of many good 
 characteristics otherwise, he was permitted a hearing at 
 every coroner's inquest, which he would surely attend, if 
 possible. The Doctor, being sworn, stated that he be- 
 lieved his " theory," as his learned friend had designated 
 it, but not as a theory as a fact, practicable beyond all 
 question and he would, if time were allowed, prove his 
 assertion by the reproduction of the face now photo- 
 graphed in the eye of Warren Margate. 
 
 The coroner objected : I cannot devote any time to such 
 experiments ; my duty is to ascertain the manner of this 
 young gentleman's death, and I refuse peremptorily to 
 enter into the discussion. 
 
 The worthy coroner's statement being final, Dr. Small 
 left the room, entered the yard and was immediately sur- 
 rounded by a number of superstitious listeners whom he 
 regaled with his sensational topic. 
 
 After the examination of several minor witnesses, the
 
 38 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 jury retired. In half an hour they brought in the follow- 
 ing verdict : 
 
 We, the jury, find that Warren Margate, eldest son of 
 Archibald Margate, gentleman farmer, residing near 
 Maidestone, Kent, came to his death on the 5th day of 
 October, 1876, by a gun-shot wound caused by Charles 
 Landsdowne or William Lindley,or both, and recommend 
 that they be held to the next assizes for murder." 
 
 Warrants for their arrest were immediately issued to 
 the sheriff. Lillie Margate, who had walked down stairs 
 to procure a drink of water for her mother, heard this last 
 order of the coroner. She dropped the glass, and catch- 
 ing the banisters managed to prevent herself from reel- 
 ing over. Those in attendance soon dispersed. 
 
 * * * * * * 
 
 After a short but stormy trip the Amazon floated up 
 the Delaware riven A brilliant scene met Barrow's gaze. 
 Vessels gaily bedecked with the flags of all nations, 
 and Philadelphia in all its stately magnificence. He was 
 on deck preparing some invoices for the captain and felt a 
 cloud moved from his heart. 
 
 " I am in a new world, three thousand miles away from 
 the dreadful occurrence in which I am so prominently and 
 still so innocently connected," he said, ruminating. 
 
 The captain was giving orders to the pilot. The sailors, 
 always happy coming into port, were singing their wild 
 cadences, which added additional harmony to the scene, as 
 the sails were lowered, the deck cleared, and the Amazon 
 tied up securely to the dock. 
 
 Captain Merriam, after transacting some business con- 
 cerning the vessel, invited Darrow to go up to the Expo- 
 sition. 
 
 In this year, 1876, the Centennial Exposition was in
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 39 
 
 full blast in Philadelphia. One of the vessel owners, Mr. 
 Mason, whom they met at the office, accompanied them 
 as they rode toward the ground. 
 
 " The first exposition of this character was held," said 
 Mason, " in France, in 1798, at the suggestion of Marquis 
 d' Avege." 
 
 " Yes, the French are undoubtedly entitled to being 
 called the originators of national fairs, but as an English- 
 man I must claim the idea of world's fairs originated with 
 us. Prince Albert, our Queen's husband, propounded the 
 idea of holding universal exhibitions in 1850. This took 
 place in Hyde Park, London, in a building called the 
 Crystal Palace," replied Darrow. 
 
 " Yes, my father was there," added Mason. 
 
 "I 'spect that was the startin' pint for all the big 
 world's fairs," chimed in the captain; " this Philadelphy 
 one's ben bruin since 1870." 
 
 " The sum of $8,500,000 has been raised to make this 
 one a success," said Mason. 
 
 As they entered the wonderful buildings, Darrow be- 
 came impressed with the enterprise of the American peo- 
 ple. 
 
 They passed through the main building, memorial hall, 
 the art gallery, and looked upon the vast collection oi 
 articles from all corners of the earth. 
 
 As evening approached, Mason left the company, hav- 
 ing promised Captain Merriam to secure a situation for 
 young Darrow. 
 
 * * * # * # 
 
 Darrow soon found himself a clerk for a large manu- 
 facturing company whose goods were on exhibition. But 
 as days passed he became convinced of the danger of 
 meeting some one from Maidestone or London, who would
 
 40 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 identify him, as by reason of his position he was obliged 
 to resume citizen's clothes in place of his sailor's jacket. 
 
 To his horror, one day, whom should he behold walking 
 up the aisle in which he was stationed, but Mr. Big ley, 
 an intimate acquaintance from Maidestone. Asking leave 
 of his fellow clerk, Darrow retreated from his position. 
 Passing out through the building by another way he left 
 the city. 
 
 Next morning he was in Washington, where he secured 
 work in a freight-house, rolling barrels. Here, although 
 the work was arduous, he experienced safety. On Sun- 
 days he strolled about the public parks. Once, at Arling- 
 ton Heights, he was reading the inscription on one of the 
 soldier's graves, when a voice greeted him, which chilled 
 him to the bones. It was that of a merchant residing in 
 London who had visited at Landsdowne Hall. 
 
 "Did you come from England, sir?" the merchant 
 asked. 
 
 " Originally I did." 
 
 " Ohl I beg your pardon, sir. Your name is " 
 
 " James Darrow." 
 
 " Ah ! then I owe an apology," replied the merchant, 
 lifting his hat. 
 
 Darrow walked leisurely away, leaving the merchant, 
 his wife and daughter, discussing this object of interest. 
 
 When out of speaking distance Darrow paused and 
 earnestly discussed the situation in his mind. 
 
 Looking down from the hill he saw the grand old 
 building, the Capitol ; the beautiful avenues, the stately 
 homes, the rich foliage, bright with autumnal tints, and 
 he longed for his native land. There existed a loneliness 
 in his aching heart experienced only by those who have 
 by some necessity wandered away from the scenes of their
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 41 
 
 boyhood, and the familiar and welcome faces of their 
 friends. 
 
 He knew to remain in any public haunt for any length 
 of time was fatal, so to move from place to place was his 
 only hope, and by the mere circumstance of fortune never 
 meet those who would recognize him. 
 
 " Our friends. Oh, when dire misfortune overtakes us, 
 please deliver us from our friends," he said aloud, as he 
 turned down a retired and shady street of the capital. 
 Getting his small parcel of things together he boarded an 
 evening train for the West. 
 
 As the Baltimore and Ohio train swept around the hills, 
 along the valleys, through tunnels and rocky chasms, he 
 compared the ride with his prospective life. Many a jog, 
 many a turn. In life's journey we must pass through the 
 damp tunnels of trouble as well as jump the silver 
 streams of happiness. True, joy and sorrow are not 
 often found long apart, but through some subtle and 
 mysterious circumstance grave Sorrow leaves his cheerful 
 sister, Joy, so far behind, she is a long time catching up. 
 
 Looking out of the car window, his only comfort was 
 in the memory of a pale face, which seemed to look up 
 through the moonlit valleys as he half dozed. Awakened 
 by the sudden stopping of the train he thought: " There 
 is one hope. I can some day establish my innocence to 
 Lillie. She will listen and believe. Bless her I Could 
 I but look again into those lovelit eyes, my guiding 
 stars, the future would not look so hopelessly dark. As time 
 wore on, the daylight broke the monotony and dreariness 
 of a long night's ride, and he found himself at the rail way 
 station of a busy manufacturing town. Alighting, he 
 made his way very hurriedly to a small hotel near by. 
 
 He looked about for work. But there had been
 
 42 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 a long strike at the mills. Idlers were assembled 
 on the streets, lazily conversing. The Ohio river ran 
 sluggishly past. On either side thereof were high hills, 
 the town being built on the bluffs along the river bank. 
 Everything assumed the quietness of a general holiday. 
 "When the mills were in operation the town was a world 
 of work and noise. Huge volumes of smoke from 
 the high chimneys, together with the forks of lurid 
 flames from the blast furnaces changed the place into a 
 seething mass of mechanism. The manufacturing head- 
 quarters of nails the world over Wheeling, West Vir- 
 ginia. 
 
 Darrow soon discovered his mistake, as the present was 
 no time to secure work. Going from place to place with 
 the same result, " Nothing, sir," his scanty purse soon 
 depleted, his prospective chances for obtaining employ- 
 ment became alarming. Braving the situation, however, 
 he determinedly made another effort. 
 
 Success came. He obtained work moving in some bars 
 of iron left outside one of the mills at the time of the 
 strike. He had not been engaged long when two or more 
 half drunken, surly strikers, came up and asked him 
 several questions. Paying no attention to their demands 
 he continued his hard labor. Soon a stone was thrown, 
 then a large iron bolt dropped savagely within two feet of 
 him, evidently thrown by some passing striker. 
 
 " The foreman of the mill, passing by, explained to the 
 mob quickly gathering: "Boys, he is only a tramp 
 working for a shilling or two. Let him alone. He's only 
 taking in a few bars left out when the mill closed." 
 
 " Well, d n him," said one semi-drunken voice, " let 
 
 him hurry up or he'll get his head knocked in. ' 
 
 Darrow, not accustomed to the full significance of a
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 43 
 
 strike, and surprised at this absurd condition of affairs, 
 replied: "Gentlemen, I am a stranger here trying to 
 work my way along ; surely a poor fellow like me cannot 
 influence your strike unfavorably." 
 
 "Let the boy alone!" shouted two or three respectable 
 looking men. 
 
 " Let him alone and go home, you fellers," shouted one 
 of the leaders of the strike. 
 
 The crowd soon dispersed and Darrow toiled on with 
 his heavy load. 
 
 The Millionaire Tramp 4.
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 A GEEAT AMERICAN TBAMP. 
 
 " Unpitied, uncared for, he wanders alone, 
 A creature of God, forsakan, unknown." 
 
 Darrow, having finished his job, was enabled to pro- 
 ceed further westward. On the second-class car beside 
 him sat an old man whose wrinkled face had evidently 
 seen better days. He traveled on a pass issued by the mayoi 
 to rid the city of a pauper. The aged mendicant had 
 taken the train supperless and was resting his tired head 
 against the corner of the hardwood car. The atmosphere 
 of this coach was laden with all the perfumes of a tramp's 
 boarding house. It was a second, third, fourth or fifth-class 
 car, according to the length of the ride and the odor of the 
 occupants. Several smoking, greasy, and half drunken 
 workmen filled the seats. 
 
 " Well, indeed, this is rather crude company," conjec- 
 tured Darrow, as he gazed about him. Eather fancying 
 the profile of the old man in preference to the others, he 
 retained his seat. 
 
 " Old man, are you going far? " 
 
 "Well, sir," raising his head from its position and 
 staring at Darrow, " I don't know that I am going any- 
 where;" and he leaned back again. After several vain 
 attempts to draw him into a conversation, Darrow aban- 
 doned the attempt. 
 
 As an Englishman is rarely found far from lunch, Dar-
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 45 
 
 row pu.Ued scientifically from his outside pocket half a 
 dozen ham sandwiches. The old companion sat upright 
 and looked at them with a hungry and wistful stare. 
 
 u You've come prepared, " he said sadly, as his large 
 eyes wandered from the edibles to Darrow's pleasant face. 
 
 "Have one, old fellow?" 
 
 "Thanks, sir; thanks, sir, I'm in luck; " as he opened 
 his long bony fingers to accept the gift. 
 
 Dividing his meal equally, another peculiar phase of a 
 well-bred Englishman, Darrow sat and half enjoyed the 
 frugal supper with his new-found friend. 
 
 " What is your business, my old sir? " asked Darrow. 
 
 " My business? Ah! ha! " and he laughed an old-time 
 laugh, shorn of its real merriment. 
 
 " I'm one of them. " He knowingly winked at Darrow. 
 
 " One of what? I do not comprehend." 
 
 Leaning his poor old head up to Darrow he whis pered 
 so as not to be overheard by those in the adjacent seats, 
 " I'm a tramp ! That's all, sir. " 
 
 The words jarred with peculiar significance on Darrow's 
 ear. 
 
 " A tramp, old man? How long have you been en. 
 gaged in this worldly occupation?" 
 
 "Forty years!" 
 
 Then the aged pauper, gaining confidence by the relish 
 of the sandwiches, grew talkative, giving a brief history of 
 his checkered life. 
 
 THE TRAMP'S STORY. 
 
 " I was born in New England sixty-three years ago ; ed- 
 ucated for the ministry when about twenty- four, but soon 
 after became dissipated and squandered everything mj 
 kind old father gave me."
 
 46 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 
 
 As Darrow looked into his face he noticed a strange 
 expression upon his wrinkled features. 
 
 " I left college and led for years a roving life. By my 
 actions I soon discouraged my parents from any further 
 attempt to reclaim me. 
 
 " I became a wanderer, having tried hundreds of ways 
 of obtaining employment. I have traversed the globe, 
 been in wars, worked at many trades during my younger 
 days, but latterly I have knocked about alone, forsaken, 
 a tired old tramp. My aching bones can find no rest. 
 
 " I am moved about from place to place. ' Move on, old 
 man!' are my instructions. I have obeyed them, God 
 knows, for twenty years. Village to village, town to 
 town, city to city, footsore and forlorn. The same old 
 cry comes alike from the officer of the law, the merchant, 
 the capitalist, the mechanic or the mayor: 'Move on! 
 Move on ! Old man, move on !'" 
 
 Growing intensely interested in this wretched history 
 Darrow besought his companion to tell him more. 
 
 " I have been all through my life an honest man; that 
 is, I have never committed a theft," continued the tramp; 
 never to my knowledge have I done injury to a living 
 soul." 
 
 Darrow experienced a compassion for his old friend 
 awakening in his breast as he felt the tears spring to his 
 eyes. 
 
 "Sorely have I been tempted to commit crime in my 
 dire necessity so as to secure food and shelter, even within 
 the walls of a prison ; but when it came to the committal 
 of the act, I shrank from it as I would from an adder. In 
 fact, it does not run in our family blood to steal." He 
 smiled triumphantly. 
 
 " The times are now hard, 'tis true. This is a period of
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 47 
 
 / 
 
 the world's history when millionairs become paupers; when 
 the tide of adversity runs against the rich as well as poor. 
 I am no worse off', never having had anything, than the 
 man whose income of hundreds of thousands has been de- 
 pleted to a pittance." 
 
 "Ah! I see, my dear old friend, you are quite a philoso- 
 pher respecting your lot," remarked Darrow. 
 
 Not having secured so attentive an audience for many 
 years, the old gentleman became excited at Darrow's 
 complimentary remark and exclaimed, " There were times 
 when I rather enjoyed myself strolling about the country 
 breathing the fresh air, scenting the clover from the mead- 
 ows, and sleeping soundly under the pine trees. Why, 
 sir, there is a world of freedom in certain phases of a tramp's 
 life in summer, but when winter comes, cold, bitter win- 
 ter " here he drew up his rheumatic limbs and yawned, 
 " ah! sir, that is what's hard on us." 
 
 " What could have reduced you, a man of intelligence 
 and education, to such an unfortunate condition? " 
 
 " The same old cause, my boy, recklessness and care- 
 lessness." 
 
 " Do you drink? " inquired Darrow. 
 
 " Well, a little. Well, to speak the truth to you, I 
 have drunk too much, entirely too much." And again 
 "ihe old man pulled himself out for another yawn. 
 
 " For forty years you have led this life? " asked Darrow, 
 "What a long line of misery the debauched old wretch 
 has wound round his creaking form." 
 
 " I have tried," he continued, " to avoid this thing al- 
 together; at times I have succeeded, but, my God, sir, no 
 man knows but one of experience, the power required to 
 refrain."
 
 48 THE JITLLIONAIRE TKAMP. 
 
 " I was sleeping in a barn last winter by the side of a 
 horse " 
 
 * ' What ! Do you mean it? " ejaculated Darrow, horri- 
 fied ; " beside a horse? " 
 
 " Why yes, sir, that waa a comfortable berth for me 
 and I thanked the owner of the horse sincerely. " 
 
 " Go on," said Darrow, half angrily, the while looking 
 searchingly into his face, doubting the veracity of his 
 statement. 
 
 " Yes, sir," he continued, " and it was far warmer than 
 many a place I've slept in during my life." 
 
 " Go on," said Darrow, listening carefully, fearing he 
 should lose a word. 
 
 " One day I had a great temptation. The gentleman 
 who owned the horse sent me to collect a bill it was ten 
 dollars." And the old tramp momentarily assumed an air 
 of importance at having such vast confidence placed in him. 
 
 " He gave me a receipted bill. I had not had a drink 
 for two days." This also was said rather triumphantly. 
 
 " I tell you there was a gnawing down here," placing his 
 bony hand upon his stomach. 
 
 " I went straight to the office of the man who owed the 
 bill. He paid it promptly." 
 
 " Well? " said Darrow. 
 
 ' ' Walking back I had to pass three saloons. Heaven 
 on earth! I skipped the first two. Do you believe me, 
 I was an hour passing the third. I had that money. It 
 was a paper ten. It weighed a ton. I held on to the 
 fence. I scratched till the nails on my right hand were 
 sore. I held the ten dollar note in my left hand, tightly, 
 thus ; " and he clenched his poor thin fist and held it trem- 
 blingly before Darrow's face. " I felt a supernatural 
 power draw me towards that saloon door. Tiie perspira-
 
 THE MILLIONAIKE TKAMP. 49 
 
 tion fell thick and fast from me. I gasped for air. I 
 looked at my left hand ; it was as pale as snow, and seemed 
 to grin at, and deride me. I became faint, sat down by 
 the fence and rested. For a long time, nearly an hour, 
 I was riveted to the spot. My God! sir, in that hour 
 what I suffered. All the torments of hell passed in pan- 
 oramic procession before me. Fiends and imps mocked 
 me, coaxed me, ridiculed me, but stealing did not run in 
 my blood. I arose, and pulling myself along the fence, 
 inch by inch, I got back." 
 
 "What did the man say?" inquired Darrow. 
 
 "He was mad at my delay. He swore at me, called me 
 a d d old fraud, but gave me fifty cents." 
 
 " What did you do with that? " 
 
 " I ran like a deer to the nearest saloon and drank so 
 eagerly that the barkeeper remarked: 'You old cuss, 
 you must have been tied up in jail for thirty days.' " 
 
 " And so your whole life has been wrecked through 
 this fault? " 
 
 4 'That's about it. I have seen friend after friend depart. 
 Have lost five hundred situations. Have been kicked out 
 of houses, barns and pig-stys. I have not been fit company 
 for hogs and cattle for over twenty years twenty years ; " 
 and the aged tramp held down his trembling head in sor- 
 row. 
 
 "Merciful heaven I say no more," pleaded Darrow, 
 who, leaning his head over the back of the seat in front 
 soon fell into a troubled sleep. 
 
 It was gray dawn when the train came whistling and 
 puffing into the station at Chicago, the wonderful me- 
 tropolis whose outstretched arms are open to embrace the 
 refugees and wayward wanderers from foreign and do- 
 mestic climes.
 
 50 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 "Old Tom" had many a time come back to this 
 bustling place to beg and tramp about. 
 
 " If you can assure me you will only drink when I 
 allow you," said Darrow, to his associate, " I will get 
 work and help you." 
 
 "God bless you, sir! I know you are good. I will 
 promise, and I will choke to death before I break my 
 promise to you." 
 
 Old Tom grasped Darrow's hand as he spoke, and they 
 turned into a cheap lodging-house.
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 THE " FLO8OPHER." 
 
 "Adversity's sweet milk Philosophy.** 
 
 Old Tom had an acquaintance, a fellow tramp, with 
 whom he had often strolled about the parks and loitered 
 by the lake upon sunny days. He was known among the 
 cheap lodging dives, police stations, and his fellow pau- 
 pers, as " de Flosopher." 
 
 He was by no means the physical wreck one would ex- 
 pect from twenty years' exposure to starvation and 
 drunken debauchery. His eye was clear and bright except 
 when emerging from a prolonged spree. His skin was 
 fair and his muscles well developed. This individual 
 was the intellectual peer of the noted politicians of the day. 
 A thorough scholar, fluent speaker, and one of the finest 
 penmen to be found. In an Eastern city, twenty years 
 before the present writing, he was a young journalist of 
 great promise. Having a thorough collegiate educa- 
 tion, and having matriculated at a leading university, 
 ranking the highest in mathematics, but one, since the 
 foundation of the institution, he was looked upon by 
 his acquaintances as a paragon of promise. 
 
 The Philosopher, meeting Old Tom and Darrow thia 
 oalm Sunday morning when they were about to take their 
 accustomed walk, to see white-sailed ships come and go, 
 begged leave to accompany them.
 
 52 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Sitting down on a timber pile they enjoyed the warm 
 and welcome sun, which had risen high in the heavens. 
 
 The Philosopher opened the conversation, thus: 
 
 "What do you think of the new administration, Tom? " 
 
 Old Tom, who was not at all interested in politics, and 
 suffering from a backache, made no reply, but looked 
 languidly up at Darrow to answer. 
 
 "I must admit," said Darrow, who took Tom's hint, 
 " that American politics are new to me, being a foreigner. 
 But I believe, from all I can see and learn, the country seems 
 to be in an excellent state of political harmony at present." 
 
 " I am a free trader," said the Philosopher, evidently 
 proposing to draw the stranger into a conversation. 
 
 Old Tom smiled as he scanned the dilapidated wardrobe 
 of the philosophical gentleman. 
 
 "Indeed!" replied Darrow. 
 
 " Yes, sir. At one time in the history of this country 
 I was a sturdy protectionist, but from a careful study of 
 the situation, and from the fact that the word free trade 
 now expresses the most important and fundamental truth 
 in political economy, I have changed my views." 
 
 Old Tom smiled again with an effort. 
 
 " Then, Mr. Philosopher," said Darrow, " you expect 
 to make political economy an exact science? But is it not 
 also a fact that there are thousands of learned men who 
 have made protection a study, who will offer apparently 
 sound reasoning that free trade would be detrimental to 
 the interests of this country? " 
 
 " No doubt of it. Great minds disagree. And it is 
 also a fact that certain modes of trade and legal enact- 
 ments, which have been in force for years, and which were 
 believed necessary to the welfare of the country, a change 
 having been made in them the contrary has been proven.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 53 
 
 It is necessary to keep this distinction in view," said the 
 philosopher tramp, placing one dirty hand upon the other, 
 " because there are many laws not contrary to the spirit 
 of free trade which interfere with buying and selling ; for 
 instance, it is unlawful to deal in slaves, because we do 
 not acknowledge the right of one human being to be the 
 owner of another." 
 
 " There have been many attempts made by governments 
 to regulate trade," said Darrow, " but their success 
 has been questionable." 
 
 " Yes," responded the Philosopher, eagerly, glad of a 
 chance for discussion. 
 
 " These attempts are divided into two great classes : 
 one prohibiting the exportation of commodities, the 
 other encouraging exportation and prohibiting or discour- 
 aging importation. The former was the old rule in En- 
 gland." 
 
 "Your country, is it not?" the tramp respectfully 
 asked, eyeing Darrow. 
 
 " You are right, sir," Darrow replied, wondering at 
 the man's perception. 
 
 "Yes, it was also the rule in other countries," the 
 Philosopher continued. " England yielded to its converse 
 and it is maintained there now that exportation is the 
 source of wealth, and importation is a wasting of a na- 
 tion's substance. See? If we pay for the goods we im- 
 port by bills of exchange, these bills represent goods ex- 
 ported, otherwise they would be paid. If we pay for 
 goods in bullion it is the same thing. You may look at 
 this question from two standpoints; either may appear 
 right, but does it not appear to you that in a country 
 like this, which can manufacture every possible species of 
 merchandise, that free trade would be beneficial? 5 "
 
 54 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Darrow scanned the Philosopher, whose great toe pro- 
 truded from his right shoe, while his left foot was encased 
 in a top boot of uncertain age and style. 
 
 Old Tom had stretched out on a board and had fallen 
 into a doze at this, to him, exceedingly uninteresting con- 
 versation. 
 
 "This is becoming a great manufacturing country," 
 said Darrow, " and with the inventive ingenuity of its cit- 
 izens, and ability to secure unlimited labor at a low price, 
 it must become wonderfully rich." 
 
 " Oh, yes; rich ! But few people know, or apparently 
 care to investigate, the two growing evils that will, in 
 from fifty to one hundred years, wipe this country from 
 the face of the earth," said the Philosopher, pushing one 
 hand through the bottom of his coat pocket. 
 
 " What are they?" Darrow asked, surveying this queer 
 individual again. 
 
 "Oh! don't you know? Why, whisky and politics, 
 or a mixture of both." 
 
 " Then you don't believe in whisky? " said Darrow, 
 rather sarcastically. 
 
 "No; it is, in my mind, the great national curse and 
 question of the day, and I assert," said the tramp, earnestly, 
 as he shifted his position on the rough board, " that the 
 Americans, as a race, will dwindle down to puny and insig- 
 nificant beings unless some great change is made in the next 
 five or ten generations. The controlling power of this 
 terrible foe is in with the enemy. The saloon and whisky 
 element in the United States is fast obtaining power over 
 the church and state. The larger cities are all now cap- 
 tured and in the hands of thieves and whisky pirates. 
 The aldermen and all manner of small politicians are con- 
 trolled by the whisky element. Large cities are plun-
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 55 
 
 dered and taxed to keep this piratical gang in power, and 
 the country generally is fast losing its grip on law and 
 order." 
 
 " Why, you surprise me," said Darrow, " such a state 
 of affairs does not seem to exist to the casual observer 
 passing through; on the other hand, prosperity, virtue 
 and contentment seem to reign throughout the land/' 
 
 " My friend," said the tramp, " you are innocent. You 
 have not had occasion to investigate this matter as I have. 
 Here; look at me. Look at my condition. I am a man of 
 good birth, good education, able-bodied and willing to 
 work. Look at my life for twenty years past. I tell you 
 if there is a God in heaven he must have lost all inter- 
 est in men of my stamp." 
 
 The Philosopher was now standing up and had raised 
 his right hand eloquently towards the sky. 
 
 " Why, you must blame no one but yourself, my poor 
 friend," said Darrow, rebuking him. 
 
 " That is very well to say, and perhaps right. You 
 think I don't want to reform, and don't want to work. 
 That I am lazy and good for nothing. Well, in some re- 
 spects you are correct in your surmise, but listen; let me 
 picture a little of my past to your mind. 
 
 " I have worked for five years in a slaughter house at 
 the stock yards up to my ankles in blood, sticking pigs ; 
 worked with the lowest specimens of mankind; slept 
 with men who are strangers to cleanliness ; drank beer and 
 debauched with men who would stab you to death for one 
 dollar. I have done this because my sense of pride would 
 not allow me to carry my drunkenness and my disgust- 
 ing appearance among men with whom I should associate. 
 I used to reform once every three months ; I woulc* soon 
 be led back to my old habit. Every election, every public
 
 56 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 holiday, every Christmas, every New Year, everyday that 
 would bring to me pleasant recollections, would prove my 
 downfall. After fighting this thing for many years I gave 
 up." 
 
 "Why did you not join some church society, or become 
 acquainted with some good person who would assist you? " 
 
 " Oh, that may do for some, but not for me. I presume 
 it is hereditary. Churches, I have no love for. The aris- 
 tocratic members of our great churches are cold and ego- 
 tistical. Churches have no use for poverty-stricken 
 wretches like me. Good person ! Why, I have been 
 helped by hundreds ; I have been sent to inebriate asylums ; 
 kept confined in prison hundreds of times. I know what 
 is right and just as well as any man living. I blame no 
 ane. I live on year after year the same. The same ! " 
 
 "It is terrible, indeed, and so strange! I never heard 
 of such a desperate case. How could such a clear mind 
 become so low? " said Darrow. " Do you never expect to 
 get out of this horrible rut; this wretched manner of 
 life?" 
 
 " That is a question I myself have often tried to solve. I 
 have awakened in the morning full of ambition, determined 
 to make a change ; and I would succeed. I got so far in 
 my resolution one time that I became foreman in a fac- 
 tory. Then I became book-keeper and manager of the 
 office. I had saved up over a thousand dollars. One 
 night I met an old companion ; he coaxed me into a saloon. 
 The same story . The keeper of the place was an alder- 
 man ; a great democratic politician ; now he is running for 
 congress; ' The workingman's friend! ' " the tramp hissed 
 through his teeth, sarcastically. " This ruler of our city 
 persuaded me, taunted me, and then dared me to take a 
 drink. Next day I lost my position. In two weeks I
 
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 lost every cent I had, and was a raving sot in the city 
 Bridewell. I have now settled down to the philosophical 
 life you see. I know there is no hope, and I will go on 
 like Old Tom there to the end." 
 
 Old Tom roused at the mention of his name, and looked 
 up, then fell back again into a sleep. 
 
 " Then you consider yourself past redemption en- 
 tirely?" said Darrow, earnestly. 
 
 " Yes, most assuredly so. If you were to lock me up 
 for thirty days, behind bars, as the case has been, on the 
 day I gained my liberty, I would, perhaps, resolve to 
 drink no more. I might fight against this feeling for one 
 day or two ; the third I would give way to the craving and 
 would beg a drink. I tell you it is all up with our old 
 friend and me; we are past the lecture-course days, and 
 have settled down to that condition of life where the in- 
 ward promptings of the conscience have lost their effect. 
 For your kindness in listening to me I am indeed 
 grateful ; but just now I feel the craving coming on and 
 must leave. I did a job yesterday Id' that gentleman," 
 the Philosopher said, ironically, " ddeading county com- 
 missioner," and here the tramp pointed to a low groggery 
 back of the lumber pile, near the dock. 
 
 " Indeed I " said Darrow. " What was it? " 
 
 " I cleaned out his cesspool. He paid me fifty cents 
 and promised me one drink per day for one week." 
 
 " Generous and noble man!" exclaimed Old Tom, who 
 had risen to a sitting posture. " A lucky job, Philosopher, 
 wasn't it?" and Old Tom looked thirsty at the thought. 
 
 The tramp raised his rimless hat and hastened away. 
 
 " Tom, would it kill you to entirely stop drinking?" 
 said Darrow, turning to his old friend. 
 
 " I think so, my dear boy, but I will do as I said, Mr.
 
 58 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Darrow. I'll choke to death unless you allow ine one," 
 Old Tom said, resignedly. 
 
 " I will do what is right, won't I? You are not half so 
 badly off as the Philosopher, Tom, are you?" and Darrow 
 looked at the retreating figure of that peculiar individ- 
 ual. 
 
 ' 'Ah, no. I have a friend, a kind, good friend, and the 
 Philosopher has none." 
 
 Darrow helped the old man limp slowly towards his 
 home and supper.
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 FORTUNE SMILES. 
 
 " Good fortune and bad are equally necessary to man, to fit him to meet the 
 contingencies of this life." 
 
 The second Sunday after the coroner's inquest, Lillie 
 Margate, clad in deep mourning and heavily veiled, at- 
 tended services in St. Mark's. Her mother, ill since the 
 recent tragedy, remained at home. 
 
 The always impressive litany seemed to Lillie this 
 Sunday to be doubly so. 
 
 " We beseech thee to hear us, good Lord," she respond- 
 ed to a section of the solemn prayer, exceedingly appro- 
 priate in her affliction. Her brother and he whom she be- 
 lieved she loved, both gone. Her conscience told her she 
 could do nothing for the dead, but she could pray for the 
 living. She was thinking of the face of an enemy 
 one whom she had been taught to hate, but, contrarily, 
 was learning to love. That face was gone, perhaps for- 
 ever. Gone from the tall, old-fashioned pew. Burning 
 tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and she fervently 
 prayed for light. 
 
 "Teach me to reason, OLord! Is it human reason- 
 ing that a noble-minded man, with all the generous im- 
 pulses of humanity, with honesty and kindness beaming 
 forth from his face, could commit such a dastardly 
 crime? Then nothing is safe: nothing is right." She 
 prayed a' in for an answer, and as Lillie arose from her 
 
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 60 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 knees a load had risen from her heart, and as the tones of 
 the organ dismissed the congregation on that bright 
 Autumn Sunday, and she passed down the aisle, she ex- 
 perienced a singular relief, and such happiness came over 
 her as she had not known since the pleasant hours prior to 
 poor Warren's fate. 
 
 From thit hour the question of Charles Landsdowne's 
 guilt was determined. He 'was not guilty. 
 
 " Now," she said, and the lovely young girl had a will 
 of her own, " I will spend years to save Charles from this 
 terrible charge. Poor Charles!" she sighed, and when a 
 girl pities she half loves. " My darling !" she whispered, 
 and then the tears did indeed come, but they were the 
 transparent tears of joy. " I am sure I must love him." 
 She was driving home in the family carriage alone. 
 
 There are times in the life of every one when they are 
 in some woful distress over the result of something that 
 happened, or it may be caused by some apprehension of 
 disaster. This feeling hangs like a pall over the mind. 
 At a given time, a sudden thought, an impulse, an occur- 
 rence, or whatever it may be called, the shadow vanishes. 
 The heart feels relieved, the brain clear, and no amount 
 of brooding over the same supposed trouble will bring 
 back the shadow again. It will be afterwards ascertained 
 that the suspicion which caused the nightmare was un- 
 founded. On the other hand, should it be proved after- 
 wards that there was cause for this apprehensiveness, the 
 mysterious incubus had never lifted. 
 
 Sailors' wives, who live along the rocky coasts by the 
 sea, frequently experience this portentous awe upon the 
 approach of a storm. After the ocean has calmed down, 
 if they become light-hearted and gay, they know that 
 their Jack is safe. If not, the pale, sad face of . : patient,
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 61 
 
 faithful wife, her reticence and retirement, tell the neigh- 
 boring women of her kind, that Annie may soon have 
 sad, sad news. 
 
 When President Garfield lingered several long weeks 
 under the shadow of the grim visitor, and the honest 
 prayers of fifty million souls soared to the realm above, 
 the grandest tribute offered to the Almighty since the 
 world began, the suspense of the nation remained, the 
 Allwise Being denied the application. 
 
 At any rate, some strange, magnetic influence seems 
 to pass from one to another at times, affecting a church 
 full of people, a hall full of patriots, or a nation alike, 
 for when Lillie Margate that day passed out of the church 
 door, she heard many people whispering about the " hor- 
 rible affair at Margate's." 
 
 She overheard one aged, white haired gentleman, state 
 emphatically: "Tush I tush! I will never believe it, 
 never in the world. Landsdowne's son is as innocent as 
 the child unborn." 
 
 She overheard one gossiping old maid who, for forty 
 years, had been the reigning terror of the congregation ; 
 a believer in all manner of signs and wonders, also every 
 conceivable superstition invented since the days of the 
 flood, say: 
 
 "No, indeed, Charles is innocent. He was in my class 
 for two years. A darling boy. They'll find it out ; they'll 
 find it out. Wait till the fall of next year, only wait." 
 
 This last eavesdrop influenced poor Lillie greatly and 
 favorably, and whether it was occasioned by the power 
 of prayer, or that mighty, invisible influence, truth, or 
 the spiritual form of Warren Margate whispering in the 
 ears of church goers, we have no means of ascertaining. 
 However, it was an undisputable fact that every one who
 
 62 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 had given the subject of Warren Margate's murder a 
 thought had gone to their homes that day firm in the con- 
 viction that Warren was not slain by Charles Landsdowne, 
 the leading convert being the sweet girl, who from that 
 day abandoned her gloominess and became once more her- 
 self. 
 
 Lillie now longed for the time when she could set out 
 in search of evidence pertaining to Charles' innocence. 
 Although she made her mother her confidante in all matters 
 connected with her social life, this one secret, her undying 
 admiration for the Squire's son, was hidden from the 
 world in her pure heart. Ambition may be fed and satis- 
 fied for a time with patience, but sooner or later it will 
 make a brave attempt to consummate its desire. Lillie 
 had never deceived her mother, but she felt that she must 
 clear up the mysterious murder of her brother, and dem- 
 onstrate to the world that Charles Landsdowne was inno- 
 cent. She wiould by doing this accomplish a great achieve- 
 ment, and when a woman makes up her mind that a just 
 person, especially one whom she loves or highly esteems, 
 is accused unjustly, she will move the earth to establish 
 that fact. 
 
 Miss Margate had a young lady friend in Chatham who 
 had invited her to attend a church sociable to be held at 
 the magnificent residence of her father, Mr. Woodruff. 
 
 As chance would have it, this gentleman was part 
 owner of the Amazon, the very vess >1 in which Lands- 
 downe sailed to America. Mr. Woodruff was looking up 
 some correspondence in relation to this vessel, and 
 laughing heartily over the peculiarities of its Yankee 
 captain. 
 
 "Here, girls, let me read this to you," he said, as Belle 
 and Lillie entered his office. " I will read the postscript,
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 63 
 
 which is a fair sample: ' If it hadn't ben for that peart 
 Englishman I picked up in the docks the day I left, we'd 
 a had a goldarned nice time a gettin' them Brittaner goods 
 through the customs. By jingo, they wanted to charge 
 the value of the hull vessel. This young feller was smarter 
 than chain lightnin' and the way he flopped them fellers 
 over on prices was immense. I'll be blowed if ever I'll 
 call Englishmen green eny more. He saved us a heap o' 
 trouble. He was one of those healthy, innocent lookin' 
 critters as would make a man b'lieve enything. Bully for 
 the raw recruit.' ' 
 
 "This captain, although illiterate, is a mighty good 
 seaman and a fine fellow," said Mr. Woodruff, folding up 
 the letter. 
 
 " What day did this boat leave Chatham? " Lillie re- 
 plied, indifferently. 
 
 " September 18th." 
 
 Lillie turned a little pale. " The very date," she 
 whispered to herself. " Honest face. It may be he." 
 
 Time passed on, and Lillie, with this slight clew, de- 
 cided to visit America as soon as she could. She never 
 breathed her determination to a soul, but her father had 
 often talked of visiting that country, and one morning at 
 breakfast he expressed his intention of sailing at the first 
 opportunity, taking the family with him. 
 
 * * * # # * * 
 
 One year after the occurrence in the thicket back of 
 Landsdowne Hall, Lillie was reading the London Times, 
 when her eye accidentally wandered over the following 
 paragraph : 
 
 " Arrested near London bridge, charged with highway 
 robbery: Tom Hawkes, alias Lindley, alias Brooks, a 
 noted robber and supposed murderer. Booked at the
 
 64 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Bond street station. A long term in prison is promised 
 by the police." 
 
 The name Liudley caused her to read the item again and 
 again. She sought old Wallie in the garden. 
 
 " Wallie," she said, "could you identify Lindley, 
 Squire Landsdowne's former servant, should you see him?" 
 
 " Deed'n I cood, ma young bairn. The scoulin' villain. 
 'Twad na tak but a puir luike at him to dintify him, ma 
 bairn." 
 
 Having many friends and relations in the great city she 
 easily found an excuse to go there. She compelled Wallie 
 to trump up xme also, and they went on the following 
 morning. Arriving at the police station, London, where 
 the man Lindley was confined, Lillie, hand in hand with 
 the old Scotchman, walked along the narrow corridors, 
 following the captain of police. 
 
 At last cell number one hundred and three was reached. 
 Sitting on a. rude cot was no other than William Lindley, 
 who glared at them through the grating with a devilish 
 expression. 
 
 It was agreed between old Wallie and Lillie that no 
 expression of recognition was to escape their lips, or any 
 conversation to occur that would reveal the meaning of 
 their errand. Offering thanks to the officer for his atten- 
 tion they were about to hurry away from the place, when 
 the captain asked their reason for so short and silent an 
 interview with the prisoner. 
 
 " We merely wanted to see if that prisoner was one 
 papa desired to find. He is no friend of ours, I assure 
 you, sir. He no doubt is the same, and our lawyer will 
 attend to the case. He must soon see him, too, as it is a 
 matter of importance. 
 
 The captain raised his cap reverentially as he noticed
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 65 
 
 Lillie's beautiful face and refined manner. The strange 
 callers left. 
 
 As they walked the streets, passing the stores common 
 to this neighborhood, the groggeries, Jew peddlers and 
 dingy eating-houses, Lillie held firmly to Wallie's hand. 
 Old Wallie, who always detested the city, never spoke a 
 word. He was conscious he was doing some great deed 
 for his young mistress, but exactly what its purport was 
 he dared not ask. He individually had but one theory as 
 to the cause of young Margate's death, and this old Scotch 
 pigheaded theory could not be shaken by all the evidence 
 in the world. And that same old head knew well that 
 Miss Lillie was deeply interested in upsetting his view of 
 the case. So, being between two dilemmas, the aged 
 gardener was sensible enough to say nothing. Faithful 
 to the last, Lillie knew he would almost die rather than 
 betray her secret. 
 
 Passing a few squares they hailed a hansom cab, drove 
 to the depot and left the city. 
 
 Having met Mr. Thorpe several times, and having heard 
 him, advance a theory of the tragedy almost similar 
 to her own, upon arriving at Maidestone she called at 
 the lawyer's office. She needed no introduction. Thorpe 
 dropped all business as she entered the door. Advancing 
 he greeted her cordially as the daughter of his friend and 
 former client. She stated briefly the cause of her errand. 
 
 " I will be delighted to assist you," he replied; but as 
 she proceeded in conversation he became very guarded 
 and listened attentively. 
 
 " My dear young lady," the lawyer said, " are you as 
 deeply interested in ferreting out the perpetrator of this 
 terrible deed as I am? In other words, are we allies?
 
 66 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 You must know I am aware of the family feud, and was 
 long before you were born." 
 
 " Mr. Thorpe, I know you are honorable." Thorpe's 
 bright eyes twinkled at the compliment like a couple of 
 little stars. " Therefore," continued Lillie, " all I ask is, 
 that all information I can furnish, all the assistance I can 
 render, and it may prove more than you imagine, must 
 remain a secret as far as I am concerned." 
 
 " Why? " said Thorpe, twisting his fingers and eyeing 
 her suspiciously. * ' Well, before we enter into this com- 
 pact, let me ask whom you consider the guilty party, 
 young Landsdowne or Lindley? " 
 
 " Certainly not the former," exclaimed Lillie, blush- 
 ing deeply. 
 
 " Ah! then you believe Lindley the guilty one? " 
 
 "Yes, sir, indeed. And here I might as well tell you 
 all." 
 
 The blush, had faded from her lovely cheeks, making 
 way for a slight pallor. Tear-drops were starting in her 
 eyes, and she related to the shrewd lawyer, in as firm a 
 voice as the little heroine could muster, the story of her 
 meeting with Charles, his gallantry, his desire to abolish 
 the existing feud between the families. How she admired 
 him. How utterly impossible she considered it for him 
 to commit the atrocious act. How deplorable that he 
 should be falsely accused. 
 
 She spoke with so much sincerity, Thorpe was at once 
 impressed that she would prove a strong ally and a pow- 
 erful assistant to the success of his cause. 
 
 He was about to drive to Landsdowne Hall that evening, 
 thus giving Lillie a chance to ride home. As they jogged 
 along behind the lawyer's methodical cob, she reopened 
 the conversation.
 
 THE MILLION AIKE TRAMP. 67 
 
 "Now, Mr. Thorpe, I will give you the first informa- 
 tion, and you will see if, as you say, woman's ingenuity is 
 of any assistance. I know where Lindley is," she said, 
 innocently. 
 
 Had an American electric cyclone struck Mr. Thorpe 
 that moment, knocking him half a mile skyward, he could 
 not have been more surprised than by the utterance of 
 these words from the sweetest lips in Kent. He dropped 
 the lines and sat up in the old sulky, appearing three feet 
 taller than usual. 
 
 " Miss Margate, know now that our case is half won. 
 Give me your hand, my senior counsel ! How on earth did 
 you make the discovery, and where is he? " 
 
 Enthusiastic to a degree bordering on hysteria, if such 
 a complaint were possible to exist in this dry anatomy of 
 legal lore, Thorpe listened attentively as Lillie narrated the 
 manner in which she had discovered the whereabouts of 
 Lindley. 
 
 " Bravo!" He sang out as he had not done for twenty 
 years. The old horse caught the enthusiasm, as he 
 neighed twice, although fully two miles from the scent of 
 oats, and he shook his tail and put his ears back as if 
 something of interest was being discussed that he ought 
 to hear. 
 
 The sun was sinking fast as Thorpe landed Lillie safely 
 at the big front gate at Oak Hill, and jogged on to Lands- 
 do wne Hall. 
 
 Jerricks was to be there that evening.
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 A LITTLE DAYLIGHT. 
 
 "Her precious pearl in sorrow's cup 
 
 Unmelted at the bottom lay, 
 To shine again, when, all drunk up, 
 The bitterness should pass away." 
 
 In the study, or small room, off the main hall, at Lands- 
 do wne, sat the Sqaire, Mr. Thorpe, and the London de- 
 tective, Watson Jerricks. On an old-fashioned, square 
 center table were pipes, tobacco, and a couple of cut-glass 
 decanters. 
 
 " Well, gentlemen," opened the Squire, " we have 
 much to say, and much to discuss this evening, so let us 
 begin." 
 
 Taking a pipe and filling it the Squire invited the others 
 to follow suit. 
 
 " Here is a light, Thorpe, hand it to Mr. Jerricks when 
 done with it." 
 
 This part of the ceremony performed, the Squire looked 
 at the doors and windows to see if they were securely 
 bolted. 
 
 " I will look out on the veranda to see that no one is 
 eavesdropping," he said, opening the window. " No, no 
 one there, but the moon looking in," quoth the Squire. 
 
 " He's safe, sir," replied Mr. Jerricks. Thorpe adding 
 a satisfactory grunt. 
 
 " In the first place, Mr. Jerricks, from what you have 
 seen and heard of the action of this man Lindley, what 
 are your conclusions? "
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 69 
 
 Jerricks held the glass scientifically in his hand, and re- 
 plied in a careful and studied manner : 
 
 " The fact of 'is running away with the 'oss, sir, in the 
 first place puts 'im in the role of a thief, sir, and a smart 
 un, too, and no novice at that. Now, 'ad 'e " here Mr. 
 Jerricks placed his glass down on the table, " 'ave runned 
 away at won'st h'after the h'act, sir, I would 'ave put 'im 
 down for a mere novice, but stayin' and takin' of the mes- 
 sage from you to Mr. Thorpe, socunnin', and then jumpin' 
 the neighborhood, sir, makes 'im out to be adroit in the 
 perfession. Then again, 'is threat to young Margate; we 
 -puts great faith in prior threats, in cases o* this kind." 
 
 " But," added the Squire, " didn't my poor son Charles 
 run away? and as for threats, why, bless you, I havo 
 threatened time and again to exterminate the entire race 
 of Margates." 
 
 " Never mind, Squire, please," interrupted Thorpe, wav- 
 ing his hand depreciatingly, " Let us hear from Jerricks." 
 
 The Squire sat back in his easy chair and sipped his glass 
 good-naturedly. Jerricks proceeded : 
 
 " All werry well, sir, but then again, you know, sir, 
 we are not on your son's trail now." 
 
 This remark caused the Squire to sigh. Thorpe's bright 
 little eyes scrutinized the detective's face. 
 
 " When did you say this h'old missin' musket were 
 found, Mr. Thorpe?" 
 
 " At the time of the tragedy," answered Thorpe. 
 
 " I would like to 'avo it brought iu," said Jerricks. 
 
 " Yes; I want you to see it before it is handed over to 
 the officers, at Maidestone," replied the Squire. 
 
 The Squire, sending for it, handed it to Jerricks, who 
 took it up and carefully looked it over.
 
 70 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 "How long since was this gun fired previous to the 
 date of the tragedy, Squire? " asked Thorpe. 
 
 " Fully five years, I believe. Why, it was so broken 
 and rusty it was not considered safe to load," the Squire 
 answered. 
 
 After a critical examination of the weapon, Jerricks 
 remarked : ' ' Did this 'ere man Lindley 'ave any powder 
 and shot, or did 'e 'ave h'access to any of your son's h'am- 
 munition, Squire Landsdowne?" 
 
 " Well, you know he cleaned the outside of Charles' 
 gun the night before he went out." 
 
 " Did he load it? " 
 
 " That I much doubt, as Charles would let no one load 
 it. It must have been loaded when Charles handed it to 
 him." 
 
 " Now," said Jerricks, who had risen and was pacing up 
 aud down the floor with his hands stuck deep in his pock- 
 ets, " can we have the double barreled gun your son shot 
 with that day? " 
 
 " It is in the hands of the officers," replied Thorpe. 
 
 " That gun I must see, but never mind to-night. Were 
 the 'ands on the farm allowed any h'ammunition? " 
 
 "No, sir. It has always been contrary to the rules of 
 the Hall," replied the Squire, decisively. " But still we 
 may have had powder, as it was used in blasting rocks in 
 the back pasture." 
 
 "Good! Now do you suppose," continued Jerricks, 
 " that with the ramrod Lindley could 'ave taken out the 
 cartridge, or 'ave mutilated the shell of the cartridge " 
 
 " So that the shot would have spilled out? " suggested 
 Thorpe. 
 
 " H'l would like to see the make of that gun. In the 
 first place, a usual shotgun 'as a spiral screw at the end
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 71 
 
 of the ramrod that would pull the cartridge h'out or loose 
 the shot so that it would drop h'out. But h'l 'm h'only 
 h'asking these questions for h'information. There may 
 be nothing in 'em, sir. Lindley might 'ave gone and 
 loaded the gun with blasting powder and pulled the shot 
 h'out of one of the barrels of Charles' gun. Which bar- 
 rel was unloaded? " 
 
 " Th3 right one." 
 
 " Whether a microscopical h'examination h'of Charles' 
 gun, sir, would reweal the fact whether the shot were 
 fired or pulled h'out, is a h'open question. I thinks it 
 will, and h'if it will, it's a big pint in h'our favor, that's 
 h'all." 
 
 " Now, I place great significance in the discovery of 
 the old musket," said Thorpe, with his two hands up to 
 his face, his elbows on the table." 
 
 " H'it is our little Moses in the wilderness," replied 
 Jerricks; " h'and h'if h'l knows my business it will lead 
 to something great." 
 
 " Could we only explain Charles' mysterious disappear- 
 ance," exclaimed the Squire, with a long sigh, his eyes 
 closed. 
 
 " Who knows," said the detective, pulling Thorpe's 
 arm, " but that Lindley did away with Charles to cast 
 suspicion on him, and to make believe he runned away? 
 That's been dunned afore, Mr. Thorpe. Done several 
 times afore; indeed it 'us," he whispered to Mr. Thorpe. 
 
 The Squire, half dozing in his easy chair, heard little of 
 the last few remarks. 
 
 Thorpe thought a moment, filled Jerrick's glass again, 
 then his own, looked at the Squire, who was now snoring, 
 and then earnestly propounded the following conundrum 
 to Jerricks :
 
 72 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 " Now, if the fatal shot was fired by Lmdley, how did 
 it happen that Charles Landsdowne's handkerchief and 
 gun were found so near the body? " 
 
 " Easy enough," replied Jerricks, who, though totally 
 uneducated and unlearned in what is termed detective 
 science, was famous for his keenness in ferreting out some 
 of the most mysterious murders that had ever been com- 
 mitted in England. 
 
 "You know, sir, the fact is prevalent in my mind 
 that this 'ere Lindley, as h'l said afore, is no novice. 
 That he is an old and 'arc! un, and h'if we 'ad 'is picterwe 
 could probably place 'im on an 'igh shelf, sir." 'E 'as 
 been rusticating, h'as we call it, h'out 'ere, to h'escape de- 
 tection in London. Now, h'admittiu' that our man's no 
 novice, 'e would do h'every conceivable thing to cover 
 h'up 'is tracks, so h'l wouldn't place much reliance on the 
 finding o' the young man's 'kerchief and 'is gun so near 
 the body. Now, sir, I believe it will be discovered that 
 this Lindley killed young Margate with the musket from 
 a hidden place. Per'aps the stone fence. His footmarks 
 were seen there. Then young Landsdowne, hearing the 
 shot, hastened to the spot. Seeing young Margate 
 wounded and dying, 'e, Charles, 'as tried to stop the 
 blood, and 'as lifted 'im and looked h'into his face. This 
 accounts for that doctor's statement about the wision in 
 the young man's h'eyes; but mind you I don't go much, 
 h'if any, on that. Then this fiend Lindley, seeing the 
 gun on the ground, has picked it h'up and " 
 
 "Fired it off," said Thorpe. 
 
 " No, 'old 'ard, that won't do. 'E's 'it 'im from behind 
 with the butt h'end of the gun, stunned 'im, and then 
 knifed 'im. That would be 'is trick, as 'e's no novice." 
 
 "Then he has hid young Landsdowne in the marsh back
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 73 
 
 of the farm," said Thorpe, in an excited whisper. "He has 
 killed him with the butt end of the gun and a knife." 
 
 "Killed! Killed who?" roared the Squire, awaking 
 as if from a bad dream, half-wittedly. 
 
 " Vy, killed your poor son, sir," said Jerricks, whose 
 tone of voice had become vivacious with the excitement 
 caused by the new theory. 
 
 " I see, I see, O my! " said the Squire, as he sank back 
 slowly in his chair, covering his face with both his hands. 
 
 Thorpe, who was busy running over future plans in his 
 mind, proposed that a search be inaugurated for the body 
 of Charles Landsdowne in the marsh next morning, which 
 was acquiesced in by Jerricks, who retired to leave for 
 London on the early train. 
 
 The meeting adjourned till Jerricks should come again 
 the following week.
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 THE PAUPER'S LEGACY. 
 
 " Never turn from gray hairs in contempt. 
 No old man is too low to give you good advioe." 
 
 In famous Chicago, that wonderful refuge for the unfor- 
 tunates of the world, where meet the criminal outcast, the 
 pauper, the capitalist, the man of brains, the hungry from 
 a famine-stricken land, and the unemployed of every 
 clime were James Darrow and Old Tom. 
 
 They stood upon a prominent corner, a strong picture 
 spring and winter. A youth in blooming health 
 sturdy with self-reliance and of noble manhood, whoso 
 hands were now hardened from exposure and honest 
 toil, and whose bright, ruddy face and clear com- 
 plexion gave evidence of outdoor exercise and a good 
 digestion. The other, winter, bowed and wrinkled, 
 haggard and gray, against whose hoary head tho cold 
 winds of adversity had drifted boisterously for many a 
 year. 
 
 *' The only friend I have on earth, Mr. Darrow," said 
 Old Tom. As he spoke, his teeth chattered. "Winter 
 is near. What a burden I'll be to you, poor boy." 
 
 " Never mind, Tom, old fellow, you, too, are the only 
 friend I have in this great city, and I propose to stand by 
 you to the end. Don't you understand? " 
 
 " Now I have plenty of good warm clothes and you 
 must get an overcoat. Tom, you must."
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 75 
 
 Tears filled the old man's eyes. Kind words were 
 strangers tc him. 
 
 " God bless you! What a heart! " he answered, with 
 emotion. 
 
 " Never mind the heart, tne overcoat is what you need." 
 
 He helped Old Tom along till he found a clothing house. 
 
 Days passed on. Darrow had become quite a fair brick 
 mason during his year's absence, and so respectful was he 
 in his conduct that the architect had promised to secure 
 him steady employment for the winter. 
 
 He had secured comfortable lodging for himself and Old 
 Tom. 
 
 " After all," said Darrow, one day, to himself, " what 
 is better than good honest labor to insure perfect health 
 and luxury of living. I can eat a meal with such a relish. 
 Why, it would set half the epicures of London envious. 
 Should it ever happen that my innocence should be proved, 
 this year will be the making of me." 
 
 Old Tom was failing fast. His nerves had given out of 
 late. Darrow had persuaded him that he must be more 
 cautious in his mode of life. He had provided him with 
 every comfort, but his charge was slowly and certainly 
 failing, and only a short time would intervene before the 
 old man must pass away. 
 
 One evening as Darrow sat by Tom's bedside, reading, 
 his attention was called to a peculiar look in his eyes, and 
 he said to himself, musingly, " He has changed wonder- 
 fully during the past few days." 
 
 "Darrow, my boy, I feel I am getting weaker, and I 
 would like to tell you something, if my time is really up. 
 You have been kind to me." 
 
 " Now, never mind that," Darrow said, laying his hand 
 tenderly on Old Tom's head ; " Go on." 
 
 TTte Millionaire Tramp 6%
 
 76 THE MILLIONAIRE TBAMP. 
 
 " Well," continued Tom, " you have never yet asked 
 me my real name, and I have a secret to confide which no 
 one on earth knows." 
 
 Darrow listened attentively. 
 
 " Although I have been a tramp for many years, I might 
 have been better off, and would have been but for a feeling 
 of revenge which has haunted me all my life, sending fire 
 through my blood at the very thought of him who was 
 able to assist me. 
 
 " You know I told you about my father, in New En- 
 land. He died years ago, when I was young, leaving as 
 his heir-at-law my brother. My uncle, a bachelor resid- 
 ing in New York, I always detested. When visiting at 
 his residence in New York I got into some difficulty ; it 
 was a love affair. I became acquainted with a young lady 
 and was falsely accused of insulting her. 
 
 *.' This uncle was an exceedingly severe man. When 
 he heard I was so accused he tied me up in a room and 
 gave me a terrible and cruel whipping. 
 
 " I can almost feel the blows now," and his old eyes 
 snapped. " I went home and complained to my father, 
 but a letter from the uncle had preceded me, and instead 
 of my father investigating as to the truth of the matter, 
 he ordered me out of the house, and I heard him say he 
 would bequeath every dollar to my brother which should 
 by right come to me. 
 
 " My father owned, near the city of Bangor, Maine, a 
 farm which must have become very valuable. I saw a no- 
 tice in a Bangor paper years ago that houses were being 
 erected on it." 
 
 " And you have suffered all this time and never laid 
 claim to the inheritance?" 
 
 " Well, I never knew till two years ago that my brother
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 77 
 
 had died without issue, and the thought never occurred 
 that my uncle would lay claim to the property supposing 
 me dead; as I have been," and Old Tom smiled, faintly. 
 
 " I am sorry, Tom, I know nothing of American law; 
 but perhaps you may be the only living heir to the prop- 
 erty." 
 
 u Likely, very likely," Old Tom replied, and casting a 
 longing look at Darrow, he remained silent for a moment. 
 
 " But it is too late, too late to make the attempt," the 
 old man said, again gazing fondly at Darrow. 
 
 " Say, my boy, you are young and may get something 
 out of it yet. It may start you in business," he whis- 
 pered, as his wan face brightened at the idea he was about 
 to express. " A quit-claim deed, a quit-claim deed, better 
 for you than any will, Darrow, good boy," and his poor, 
 wrinkled features indicated that last calm preceding 
 death. 
 
 " Do get an attorney and notary, and draw up a quit- 
 claim; my hand is now steady, look," he said, holding his 
 almost transparent, bony fingers above the bed-clothing. 
 "File it for record in Bangor, Maine. Do, Darrow, my 
 boy ; it is the last request of Old Tom." 
 
 Half to gratify the whim of a wandering mind, as Dar- 
 row believed, not that any good could result from the at- 
 tempt to recover the property, he walked to a corner drug- 
 store, and, finding the directory, he soon sought an attor- 
 ney who roomed in his office, named Simpson, whom he 
 summoned to Tom's bedside, notarial seal in hand. 
 
 The deed conveyed to James Darrow "'all the tenements 
 and interests now owned or possessed by the grantor, in 
 Penobscot county, Maine, including a certain piece of 
 land containing 80 acres, in or adjacent to the city of
 
 78 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Bangor, formerly owned by the Eeverend George Clyn- 
 deiming, situated as follows : * * * 
 
 (Signed) GEORGE CLYNDENNING, 
 
 Nephew and Sole Heir -at- Law of Henry Clyndenning, 
 New York. 
 
 Next morning as the gray light of dawn broke into the 
 little bed-room window, the bony hand of Old Tom sig- 
 nalled Darrow that the last " Move on, old man," was 
 called by a mightier voice than that of an earthly official. 
 Pressing Darrow's hand he whispered, earnestly : 
 
 " Go straight to Maine ! Go straight to Maine ! Good 
 by," and the eyes of this friendless wanderer closed for- 
 ever. 
 
 Darrow was not naturally mercenary. Since his depar- 
 ture from England he had become to consider himself 
 fated. Wealth to him would probably prove his down- 
 fall. It was but a matter of time, he believed, that under 
 any circumstances he would be detected and brought back to 
 England, and doomed to the gallows or a convict's life.* 
 Wealth would only hasten his capture. Then again, poor 
 Old Tom's vision of property might be but the wild im- 
 agery of an unfortunate old man's brain. 
 
 The following day he busied himself ruminating over 
 the advisability of a journey to Maine. A vivid dream 
 the previous night, in which he thought he saw the home- 
 stead Old Tom had referred to, strengthened his desire to 
 go. So with what little money he had at his com- 
 mand he had the remains of his old comrade embalmed 
 
 *NOTB. Under the rules of evidence in England, the accused is not allowed to 
 testify in his own behalf, consequently an apparently strong chain of circumstan- 
 tial evidence may succeed in hanging an innocent man, and as this case appeared 
 to him, all the talent of the English bar oould not have saved him.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 79 
 
 and coffined, and left for Maine. This course was the re- 
 sult of a request by Old Tom that he would like, if possi- 
 ble, to be laid away in the old church-yard at home. 
 
 Arriving at Bangor his errand soon became known. 
 The remains of Old Tom were placed in the vault in the 
 cemetery, and many citizens, who had been advised of the 
 news, called to view them. Many identified the features 
 as belonging to the Clyndenning family. 
 
 " The small finger of his left hand was cut off by a cir- 
 cular saw, when a boy." 
 
 This remark was made by an old gentleman who 
 had been his playmate. An anchor and harp pricked 
 in India ink on his right arm, was done at the 
 school-house by George Wright, the son of a retired sea 
 captain, who still resided in the city, and who kept a flour 
 and feed store near the court-house. He identified the 
 marks and remembered the fact because he was punished 
 for the act at the time by the schoolmaster, Mr. Jarvis, 
 long since dead. 
 
 Darrow remained in the town a week before he present- 
 ed his deed to the recorder. Having become acquainted 
 with a young and exceedingly intelligent attorney at the 
 boarding-house, Darrow made known to him the facts of 
 the deed, which they duly filed for record in the court 
 house. 
 
 The discovery of George Clyndenning, Jr., had 
 set many men to thinking that the title to the land 
 occupied by them might become affected, but when the 
 record of the deed became public, it was the talk of the 
 town. Small groups of merchants could be seen congre- 
 gating on the streets discussing the event. 
 
 The New York brother of the late Rev. George Clyn- 
 deuning, Henry Clyndenning, having died suddenly with-
 
 80 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 out issue, and intestate, this property had vested in Old 
 Tom as next of kin. As it was supposed that George 
 Clyndenning, Jr., alias Old Tom, had also departed this 
 life, the property would, in that event, escheat to the 
 State for want of an inheritor. The executors appointed 
 had executed leases, and a larger portion of the Clynden- 
 ning farm lying along the River Kenduskeag in the busi- 
 ness portions of the city, where the lumber mills, vessel 
 docks and warehouses are, was worth fully one million 
 dollars. 
 
 Darrow was looked upon both as an usurper and an ex- 
 ceedingly lucky fellow. Leroy Wilson, the young attor- 
 ney, had secured all the evidence necessary to establish the 
 title of the entire premises. 
 
 A public meeting was held in the town hall to effect a 
 settlement with Darrow. Prominent attorneys were re- 
 tained by the city, but it was agreed that Darrow was un- 
 questionably the sole owner of the entire tract. The facts 
 were patent and undeniable; George Clyndenning, alias 
 Old Tom, had died a tramp when by right he was a mil- 
 lionaire, and James Darrow was his grantee. 
 
 The estate had been leased to many citizens and the city 
 would buy. Eight hundred thousand dollars was to be 
 paid to James Darrow from the city treasury within ninety 
 days from the date of the meeting.
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 THE CONVICT'S CONFESSION TURNING QUEEN'S EVIDENCE. 
 
 Darrow in the interim returned to the western metrop- 
 olis, and under a fictitious name, subscribed for a 
 Maidestone newspaper, which was sent regularly to the 
 address given. One day while perusing its contents he 
 was surprised and shocked to read in displayed head- 
 lines the horrible words : 
 
 MURDER WILL OUT. 
 CHARLES LANDSDOWNE GUILTY 
 
 OF THE KILLING OF WARREN MARGATE. 
 
 CONFESSION OF WILLIAM LINDLEY 
 
 AFTER THE ACT IN THE TERRIBLE AFFAIR. 
 
 The confession read : 
 
 " I, William Lindley, a convict, lately sentenced to four- 
 teen years for highway robbery, do make this statement 
 under oath. I was out in the thicket back of Landsdowne 
 Hall, near Maidestone, Kent, repairing a stone-fence for 
 my employer, Squire Landsdowne, when I saw Warren 
 Margate coming through an open space in the thicket. 
 When within twenty paces from the fence I saw Charles 
 Landsdowne appear from the left, take deliberate aim at 
 Mr. Margate and fire, killing him instantly. Not desiring
 
 82 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 to be called as a witness to this transaction I assisted 
 Charles Landsdowne to escape and made my way back to 
 Landsdowne Hall, and soon left the place for London. 
 (Signed) WILLIAM LINDLEY." 
 
 " The time will come," the article continued, " when 
 young Landsdowne will be captured, as a perfect descrip- 
 tion has been sent to all police headquarters in Europe, 
 America and Australia," and concluded by saying: " The 
 only clue to Landsdowne's whereabouts, and that is de- 
 cidedly slim, is the fact that a certain man answering 
 his description boarded an America-bound vessel, the 
 Amazon, at Chatham. This vessel returned to En- 
 gland, but an interview with the captain (all captains 
 have an innate dislike to * ' ferretin' land-lubber " detec- 
 tives) disclosed little information. The man Lindley will 
 turn queen's evidence, and thus save his own punishment 
 at the expiration of the term he is now serving." 
 
 This alarming news greatly dismayed Darrow, who be- 
 gan to fear his sudden acquisition of wealth would prove 
 his betrayal. He strolled along the streets not knowing 
 what course to pursue.
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 " Fidelity brighter than any jewel." 
 
 Lillie Margate sat by the front window of her comfort- 
 able home. She was plying her needle for the benefit of 
 the parish poor. She disliked sewing societies, but 
 loved to make little articles for a poor widow who was the 
 natural guardian of five diminutive creatures, and she 
 made them stylish, too. Once in a great while we discover 
 a girl who is graceful from the topmost silken hair of her 
 well shaped head to the soles of her tiny boots. She is 
 graceful. People call it stylish. Everything becomes her. 
 She can take a hat without a feather; yes, with a 
 tear in the top, crowd it on her head, knock it 
 all out of shape by one graceful thump of her grace- 
 ful fist, and it immediately becomes transformed 
 into a jaunty, sweet little " love of a hat," in fact, super- 
 ior to a Parisian importation costing as much as a silk 
 gown; that is, on her particular head, not so on another. 
 She can don a dress of atrocious color, design and cut; 
 shake her graceful form into it like magic, reef it up a bit 
 here, let it out there, move a button or two there now, 
 a little tighter about that magnificent throat, a smile, and 
 Venus is herself. 
 
 In the great millinery establishments of the world 
 pretty faced and rosy cheeked girls try on bonnets, and, 
 giggling, display their pearly teeth, their lustrous, flash- 
 ing eyes peeping like diamonds from under the shadow of 
 a handsome bonnet. This is done to show some homely
 
 84 THE MILLION AIEE TRAMP. 
 
 and withering old inaid, with gold in her pocket but little 
 shrewdness in her head, that " the bonnet is charming." 
 
 " So it is, indeed," she exclaims, picturing in her ancient 
 mind what a swell she will cut next Easter Sunday. 
 
 Lillie Margate's delight was to dress poor Mrs. Jollin's 
 " childer" up so tastily that when they came to Sunday 
 school with their clean, neatly trimmed dresses, the other 
 children would look at them admiringly. 
 
 Well, there she sat, this good and graceful girl, every 
 stitch recording some recollection of a manly face. 
 
 " Where can he be, ( stitch ) across the deep ocean? 
 (stitch.) Will I ever see him again, poor fellow? " and a 
 big tear bedimmed her eyes. 
 
 When a woman says " poor fellow" the second time 
 about a man, she means more than the words express a 
 sympathetic feeling way down in the bottom of her heart 
 for pity is akin to love, and if she does not love then she 
 will soon. 
 
 " That horrid paper (stitch) to write such things about 
 Charles." 
 
 A loud knock at the door startled her and she drop- 
 ped her sewing and ran down stairs. 
 
 It was a messenger from Thorpe, saying he would like 
 to see gome member of the Margate family at his office 
 some day soon, to ask a few questions in regard to the 
 man Lindley. 
 
 The adroit Thorpe had sent the message in this form 
 knowing Mr. or Mrs. Margate would never call on the 
 attorney of Landsdowne Hall. 
 
 The day was bright and clear, and old Wallie hitched 
 up the chestnut pony, who was a fleet pacer, and Lillie 
 jumping into her gig cart with Toby, her pet greyhound,
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE THAMP. 85 
 
 leaping and yelping by her side, made for the city, beating 
 the lawyer's messenger and his jogging steed fully a mile. 
 
 Thorpe was delighted to see Lillie ; she had been the 
 mainstay of his view of the case. Jerricks had often 
 become disgusted and disheartened as his many strat- 
 egies and theories had proven futile. The confession of 
 Lindley had almost converted him to the belief that 
 Charles Landsdowne had indeed committed the deed ; in 
 fact, Jerricks upon one occasion candidly admitted to 
 Thorpe that, " Ven a veller o' Liudley's cloth gets down 
 to a confession h'its the h'only time we believes 'im. Nev- 
 ertheless, Mr. Thorpe, the weak pint in this confessing, 
 be that o' placin' the wust o' the crime on Landsdowne, 
 probably to save 'isself." 
 
 Lillie had long since suspected that Charles Landsdowne 
 and the James Darrow who shipped on the Amazon were 
 one and the same, and patiently awaited an opportunity 
 to express to him her faith in his innocence; this 
 she believed would encourage the wanderer and give him 
 hope. 
 
 " Oh, I could die with him I" inadvertently passed her 
 lips as Wallie held the gate open for her on her return 
 trip from the town. Old Wallie never looked up. His 
 young mistress's secret was safe with him, but this fact 
 did not prevent the crimson from coloring Lillie's pale 
 cheeks at her carelessness. She longed for the promised 
 trip to America, for then, she thought, she might discover 
 some trace of him who was uppermost in her thoughts. 
 
 A family named Tupper, residing in Maidestone, pro- 
 posed paying a visit to New York, and perhaps to proceed 
 inland as far as the Rocky Mountains, visiting Niagara 
 Falls, Mammoth Cave and other points of interest. Mrs. 
 Margate had spent the day with them and, having heard
 
 86 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 so much about the anticipated excursion, she was full 
 of it. 
 
 Archibald Margate had been busy all day electioneering. 
 He was about to become a candidate for election to parlia- 
 ment, and when Mrs. Margate proposed to sail with the 
 Tuppers for America, he discouraged the idea, as it would 
 upset his plans. 
 
 ' ' Mamma, you and Lillie go with the Tuppers and leave 
 me here to fight this political battle alone." 
 
 " Dear Archie! I never was away so long from you." 
 
 " But, ma; pa would be less worried, if we were away. 
 He could then invite his noisy politicians to the house and 
 they could sit up and jabber all night if they chose." 
 
 "A wise head on young shoulders, Lill," the farmer 
 laughingly replied. 
 
 It was decided they should go with the Tuppers. Mrs. 
 Tupper, John Tupper, junior, Miss Nellie Tupper and 
 Susan, the Tupper maid. 
 
 Busy times for four weeks. Seamstresses, dresses, sew- 
 ing, stitching my ! what a time. Trunks ordered ; great 
 preparation. Ten times too much the usual case with 
 novel tourists. 
 
 The day of departure arrived. All Lillie's young friends 
 in the vicinity had called to say good by. Archibald 
 Margate was to accompany them to Liverpool. 
 
 Old Wallie was nervous and busy ordering the men 
 about. One team and a spring wagon to take the trunks 
 and baggage ; the family carriage the smaller parcels and 
 the party. 
 
 Lillie's greyhound, Toby, was to go only as far as 
 Maidestone. Poor Tobias seemed aware that something 
 out of the way was to happen, as he watched with wistful 
 eyes the loading.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 87 
 
 Amid many good bys and waving of handkerchiefs, 
 away the family carriage rumbled over the highway. The 
 Tuppera were at the railroad station, they had been there 
 for half an hour. Mrs. Tupper was a matter-of-fact elder- 
 ly lady, the wife of John Tupper, senior, one of the 
 greatest iron men in the country, who " ran a mill '* 
 of over one thousand employes, a man of iron will. But 
 Mrs. Tupper ran the house and John Tupper in a very 
 methodical and systematic manner. She always allowed 
 plenty of time for " accidents, delays or errors." She 
 had all the baggage at the station and checked at 2 o'clock 
 p. M., notwithstanding the train did not pass Maidestone 
 till 3 o'clock. 
 
 A merry hurrah was shouted by John Tupper, junior, 
 as the Margate family carriage turned the corner and ap- 
 peared to view. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Darrow having tired of idleness accepted a situation as 
 book-keeper in a small store. He had to work only a few 
 hours a day, but he was thus kept from the street and com- 
 paratively out of danger. One evening while on his way 
 to the post-office, a carriage passed close to him. 
 
 A sudden impulse caused him to turn about, and in 
 doing so he caught sight of one of the occupants. 
 
 " That face! Heavens! Can it be she? It is if I am 
 alive!" he exclaimed. "Oh, how can I make myself 
 known? Dare I? That she has kept our acquaintance- 
 ship a secret I have not a doubt. My God ! does that beau- 
 tiful girl return the love I have for her? " Thoughts like 
 these flashed with lightning rapidity through his mind as 
 he gazed fervently after the retreating carriage. 
 
 Clenching his fist tightly he exclaimed, after a moment's 
 consideration: " I will see her if I die for it."
 
 88 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Following the vehicle hurriedly he noticed its destina- 
 tion, one of the largest hotels in the city. Yes, it was true ; 
 on the register appeared the names : 
 
 MRS. TUPPER. 
 
 MRS. MARGATE. 
 
 Miss LILLIE MARGATE. 
 
 Miss NELLIE TUPPER. 
 
 JOHN TUPPER, JR., all of England. 
 
 Darrow was a man who seldom acted hastily ; seating 
 himself in the lobby of the hotel he considered what he 
 should do and how to get word to Lillie. 
 
 " A meeting must be planned ; how can it be done in 
 safety to Miss Margate and myself ? " 
 
 Fortune and Fate, two peculiar dames, who sometimes 
 mutually agree to give sister Hope a chance, caused Lillie 
 Margate to remain at home in the hotel that evening to 
 write some letters, while the others of the party attends 
 ed the theatre. Darrow saw them leave the hotel, and as 
 the door of the carriage slammed his heart leaped with 
 joy. He now determined on a bold stroke. Entering the 
 office he wrote on a card : 
 
 DEAR Miss MARGATE : An old friend who once lived 
 near you in Kent would like very much to see you in par- 
 lor B a moment, if you please. 
 
 Addressed, Miss MARGATE, Room 804. 
 
 Lillie was surprised and startled at receiving such a 
 note ; so agitated did she become that half a minute elapsed 
 before she instructed the bell-boy as to the answer for 
 which he stood waiting at the door. 
 
 After an effort she summoned up strength enough to 
 articulate : " Tell the gentleman I will be down in a mo- 
 ment. Stay; tell me, what is the gentleman's name? "
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 89 
 
 * 'He did not say, mum. Isn't it on the card, mum? " 
 
 ** Never mind, I will go down. It is he. It must be." 
 A hot flush of excitement came over Lillie, and her cheeks 
 were burning, because she believed the next moment 
 would bring her face to face with the man she secretly 
 loved. Throwing a wrap over her shoulders she ran 
 nimbly down the steps. 
 
 Coming to the parlor mentioned in the note, Lillie 
 paused at the door; Landsdowne walked forward, and, 
 grasping her proffered hand, said, earnestly : 
 
 "Miss Margate, I thank you from the bottom of my 
 heart for granting me this visit. Brave girl ! You do 
 not deem me guilty? say no," and his voice was full of emo- 
 tion; "Say no, Miss Lillie," and he rested his hand 
 lightly on her shoulder, and looked into her face. Lillie 
 looked down, tears filled her eyes, and she answered in a 
 manner that conveyed in four words the writings of a 
 page: 
 
 " No, I never did." 
 
 "Thanks, Miss Lillie; God bless you, my dear good 
 friend! " 
 
 Like a sister forgiving the returned brother, she sat 
 beside him on the lounge. 
 
 " We must talk but a short time. Your friends have 
 gone to the theater. I will be brief and tell you all. 
 You will believe me, Miss Lillie, won't you? " 
 
 " I will ! " and she brightened up and looked in his face 
 with love-lit eyes, such love-lit eyes; drinking in the 
 manly words of her lover. 
 
 " Your kind face has been my only solace in my trouble," 
 Landsdowne began. " I have wandered from place to 
 place. There is no home for me. " Again big tears glist- 
 ened in Lillie's eyes. " But God and you, Lillie Margate,
 
 90 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 know I am innocent and that is more than half the bat- 
 tle." 
 
 Sitting side by side the last of an antagonistic race, 
 these two looked into the grate fire, and in the dying embers 
 they saw and read the gloomy picture of their future life, 
 but their hearts were brave and full of hope. Lillic inno- 
 cently told her story of the visit to Lindley in prison, also 
 her alliance with Thorpe in the great case of the Crown vs. 
 Landsdowne, what she had done to attempt to unravel the 
 mystery, little divining every word she said was a token of 
 the love she bore the listener. "And here I am," she said ; 
 "I have come all the way to try and find you, to try 
 and comfort you, poor " she was about to say poor boy! 
 
 Landsdowne was mortal, he couldn't stand it. Putting 
 his arm around her he kissed her fervently on the lips ! 
 
 Lillie blushed but said not a word. By far too sensible 
 to say, " You must not," too true to herself to become 
 apparently annoyed. She loved Charles Landsdowne 
 all the doubts existing in her heart had flown forever, 
 and she would not flinch from her position by assuming 
 what she did not mean. 
 
 Modesty compelled the blush of innocence to mount 
 her cheek, but her heart was staunch and true, and 
 Landsdowne knew it on account of her silence. 
 
 " Now, we must not yet be seen together, Miss Lillie," 
 he said. 
 
 " I don't care if we are, but we must be wise." She spoke 
 hurriedly. 
 
 " In half an hour they will return ; we must not meet 
 again while you are in the city," she said, sadly. 
 
 " I have half a mind to go back and stand my trial like 
 a man ; with your permission I will do so." 
 
 " Oh, Charles I" she replied, " what if it should happen
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 91 
 
 that you should be convicted? What if no, I will not 
 permit it. I cannot." As the little maiden pronounced 
 these words, she looked straight into his face, her lustrous 
 eyes flashing in almost a mandatory manner, but Lands- 
 do wne knew it was for love of him. 
 
 " Do as I say; stay till my return to England," she con- 
 tinued. " Give me your assumed name on this card," 
 handing him a card. 
 
 Charles wrote, James Darrow. 
 
 " You sailed on the Amazon; I knew it was you." 
 
 " You surprise me." 
 
 " Am I not correct? " 
 
 u You are, indeed." 
 
 " I will tell you in a long letter how I discovered this. 
 Oh, I am so happy, now," she said, prettily. " This man 
 Lindley committed the deed." 
 
 " Darrow's eyes fairly stood out from their sockets with 
 astonishment. 
 
 "Listen," Lillie continued, while she assumed a busi- 
 ness air. " Lindley loaded your gun the night before." 
 
 " No, but he cleaned it." 
 
 " Yes, and he took the charge of shot out of the cart- 
 ridge and put it in the old musket, followed brother out to 
 the thicket and killed him." 
 
 Landsdowne stood facing her, pale with the astonishing 
 developments being cited. 
 
 " Was the musket found? " 
 
 " Yes, near by, hid in the grove." 
 
 " Did he have any shot?" 
 
 "No; the pickles taken from poor brother's wound 
 were taken from your gun the night before." 
 
 "My God!" he exclaimed; "Lillie, this is news to 
 me. The truth flashes before me. Warren said when 
 
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 92 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 dying, I holding his head on my knee, ' Two shots! Two 
 shots!' Yes, poor fellow, he had seen Lindley shoot. I 
 kissed him when he was dying and implored his forgive- 
 ness." 
 
 " Charles, I am so glad of that; and one doctor at the 
 inquest said your face was photographed in his eye," she 
 said, earnestly, *' and that accounts for it." 
 
 " Now we have the truth, but how can we prove it? ' 
 said Charles, eagerly. 
 
 " But one safe way," replied Lillie, again looking at the 
 clock; " by the testimony of Lindley; and he, I know, 
 would swear your life away." 
 
 " Yes, as he tried to in that statement. Hold! there is 
 another way, brave girl. Yes, I believe the Almighty 
 will be with us, but we must work." 
 
 " Could we only prove the barrel fired from your gun 
 was not loaded with shot ; and oh, how hard I have tried 
 to discover some one who saw Lindley withdraw the shot. 
 Who is that boy, a sort of half idiot, who works at the 
 Hall? He says he saw Lindley with Master Charles' gun ? " 
 
 "Pete, poor Pete.' said Landsdowne, smiling at the 
 recollection. He was so fond of me. How hard he 
 begged to have me take him shooting."" 
 
 Lillie answered pleasantly, " I have tried for months to 
 see him, but you know he has the family failing in his 
 dread of the Margates. The detective says this boy knows 
 more than he desires to tell ; but the detectives use this 
 as a stereotyped phrase I am afraid." 
 
 Again Lillie looked at the clock. 
 
 u Bless you! " Landsdowne said; "and you have been 
 working for me so industriously all this time. You brave, 
 good girl, how can I ever thank you? " 
 
 The hands of the ornamented hotel clock were both
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 93 
 
 pointing towards ten. One farewell kiss and Lillie tripped 
 up the stairs, her heart too full of joy and hope to say 
 farewell. 
 
 When Landsdowne parted with Lillie, a sense of loneli- 
 ness came over him, and he determined, if possible, to at 
 least catch one glance of her ere she returned to England.
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 A VISIT TO MAMMOTH CAVE. 
 
 " Love is blind and lovers cannot sea 
 The pretty follies that themselves commit.* 
 
 The entrance to Mammoth Cave, Kentucky, is reached 
 by a path down a wild ravine about three hundred yard* 
 from the hotel on the bluff, and surrounding it are tulip 
 trees, grape vines, butternuts and maples, fringing ferns, 
 green mosses and tinted leaves. 
 
 Mrs. Tupper sat down on a step with a sigh. " Oh, 
 dear; what a dreadful place this America is, to be sure. 
 Things are so far apart you have to walk or travel fifty 
 miles to get anywhere. There, now, Miss Margate, I am 
 going to have my backache again." 
 
 Young Tupper, his sister and Lillie, were examining 
 some beautiful ferns which grew in crevices on the rocks. 
 Mrs. Margate had decided to remain at the hotel and join 
 them on the second trip. 
 
 Inside the entrance of the cave, dressed in the garments 
 usually worn by those who take the long route, stood a 
 party apparently deeply interested in the late arrivals. 
 
 Matt, the colored guide, had been chartered to escort 
 them. The old darky was busy answering questions for 
 half a dozen voices at once. 
 
 Mrs. Tupper did not like the idea of walking several 
 miles. "Have they no carriages, Mr. Guide? "
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 95 
 
 " Bless you! no, mum! Carriages vould have a bad 
 time down dar, missus," with a grin. 
 
 " How many miles did you say your short route was? " 
 she inquired, sarcastically. 
 
 " Seben." 
 
 "And you expect me to walk seven miles? " 
 
 " No one eber tires in dis cave. Make up your mine, 
 mum." 
 
 After considerable coaxing Mrs. Tupper consented to 
 go, and donning the cave attire she started out, following 
 closely on Matt's extensive heels; Miss Tupper next, then 
 Lillie, followed by young Tupper as protection. 
 
 " Dar a gemman hyar who would like to jine the party, 
 missus, if youse no 'jection, missus." 
 
 Mrs. Tupper turned about and looked the gentleman 
 over carefully. 
 
 " Why, no. He appears to be respectable and honest," 
 said blunt Mrs. Tupper, aloud. 
 
 "I sincerely hope I am not intruding," the stranger 
 said, raising his hat politely. 
 
 " No, indeed," replied Mrs. Tupper, in a motherly way, 
 " I was justsaying to the girls, ' I wish Tupper was here;' 
 I feel rather afraid to journey through this terrible place 
 without some male escort. Come along, young man," 
 said the matter-of-fact old lady, and the girls giggled at 
 the home-like appellation. 
 
 Taking the characteristic staff from the guide he joined 
 in the single file procession immediately behind young 
 Tupper, with whom he joined in conversation when the 
 party reached the Gothic Gallery and were looking 
 with great interest at the old vats and pump-frames. 
 A stairway beyond led to the gate of a long avenue. 
 From this ample gateway a narrow gallery or rocky shelf
 
 96 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 sweeps entirely across the main cave, really forming a 
 bridge, whereby one might pass to the other side. 
 
 " On dat rocky platform over yonder, Mr. Edwin Booth 
 once spoke s'lections from Hamlet," said the guide. 
 
 " What did he do that for? " quoth the original Mrs. 
 Tupper. 
 
 " I specks to 'muse some of his frens, missus." 
 
 Here Matt lit some fireworks which illumined the 
 cavern and created a beautiful scene along the chasm. 
 Lillie was leaning on her staff when she turned suddenly 
 pale. 
 
 " It cannot be he." 
 
 None other than her lover, his face, his voice, his eyes. 
 She turned away as a sudden joy came over her. 
 
 Old Matt said, " Dis yere place, ladies, used to be known 
 as de haunted chamber," as he pointed into the cavern, 
 ' ' and I must tole you some interestin' legens' concernin' 
 it." 
 
 As Lillie turned away her face Landsdowne believed 
 he caught a look of recognition, and yet he would not for 
 the world betray his identity to the Tuppers. 
 
 Having, as he had supposed, sufficiently disguised him- 
 self, he stood close to Matt, listening to his wonderful 
 tale. 
 
 Matt told of a miner who had lost his way in the cave, 
 and who, when he heard the echoes of his own voice, 
 thought he was in the infernal regions. Lillie, assuming 
 interest, crossed over from her position and stood near 
 Landsdowne. 
 
 Being clad in the quaint traveling costume worn by the 
 ladies in the cave added to rather than detracted from her 
 beauty; her eyes beaming with love brought sufficient
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 97 
 
 compensation for the many hours he had awaited her 
 arrival. 
 
 " So near and yet so far," the stranger said to Lillie, 
 and they soon evidently became deeply interested in each 
 other. 
 
 Mrs. Tupper, witnessing the change, expressed herself 
 this way: 
 
 " Now, there, that's always the way. Those two young- 
 sters have become acquainted and I must trudge it alone. 
 Young man, let me take your arm." 
 
 The stranger gallantly acceded to the demand. 
 
 On reaching the Pillars of Hercules old Matt collected 
 the lamps and arranged them with fine effect. 
 
 " We are now among de arches ob Gothic Chapel," he 
 said, inviting them all to enter. 
 
 These pillars were so grouped as to form two Gothic 
 arches. 
 
 " Befo' dis alta' a young bride once stood." 
 
 "Did she get married here? " inquired Lillie. 
 
 " Yeth 'um, she had promised her mudder dat she neber 
 marry no man on de face ob de earth, and you believe it, 
 she kep' her promise." 
 
 The stranger slipped forward, asking Matt just where 
 they stood, and how, taking Lillie's hand and pretending 
 to face the altar. 
 
 " Look out, Lill," said Miss Tupper, " coming events 
 cast their shadows before," 
 
 The guide told them of several romantic marriages 
 having taken place here, winding up by saying, "Young 
 people believe it's good luck to get married or engaged 
 here." 
 
 The stranger touched Miss Lillie's staff at this remark.
 
 98 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 They stood close by as the others started to leave the 
 place ; he noticed an expressive smile upon her fair face. 
 
 The avenue leading from Gothic Chapel was over a mile 
 in length and abounded in grotesque curiosities: The 
 " Old Arm-Chair," a stalagmite resembling a chair; The 
 Elephant's Head, Vulcan's Shop, The Lover's Leap, 
 Gateswood's Dining Table, Lake Purity, Napoleon's 
 Dome, grand in symmetry and size. 
 
 As the party retraced their steps to the main cave as far 
 as the Giant's Coffin they left it by a crevice and found 
 themselves in the Deserted Chambers. The opening on 
 the left is called Black Snake Avenue on account of its 
 serpentine windings. As the guide announced the name 
 Mrs. Tupper stood stock still and gathered her skirts 
 tightly about her. 
 
 " Now! " she exclaimed, " I've had plenty of this, I'm 
 nervous enough." 
 
 Old Matt, chuckling, replied : " Bress you, marm, 
 dere ain't no snakes in dis cave. Its de name of de ave- 
 noo. He! he! he! " 
 
 Mrs. Tupper looked dubious and muttered to herself, 
 " Well, we've got to believe these guides." 
 
 Plodding quietly along for one hundred and fifty yards, 
 old Matt shouted, " Danger ahead! " 
 
 Mrs. Tupper held tightly to her staff and said she 
 wished she was home. The stranger caught Lillie's hand 
 and helped her safely over the rocks. 
 
 Beside the path yawned a chasm called the Side-saddle 
 Pit, from the shape of the projecting rock, on which the 
 party seated themselves and watched with fearful interest 
 the rolls of oiled paper lighted by the guide and dropped 
 into the abyss. Down they went in a fiery, spiral form, 
 burning long enough to give them a view of its corrugat-
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 99 
 
 ed side and a mass of blackened sticks and timbers sixty- 
 five feet below. 
 
 Descending the stairway fifty yards beyond, they en- 
 tered the labyrinth, a narrow, winding passage barely wide 
 enough for two persons to go abreast. The stranger first 
 powerfully and respectfully assisted the colossal form of 
 Mrs. Tupper down, then, returning, he helped Lilliemake 
 the trip. As he passed down the steps he held her hand 
 tightly, quoting Moore's homage to the fair sex : 
 
 " O woman 1 -whose form and whose soul 
 Are the spell and the light of each path we pursue, 
 
 Whether sunn'd in the tropics or chill'd at the pole, 
 If woman be there, then is happiness too." 
 
 Jogging along back to the main cave the party visited 
 Echo River, where they entered a boat and floated over its 
 strange, transparent waters, as if gliding through the air. 
 
 " May I call out your name, Miss? " asked the stranger, 
 who sat beside her in the craft. 
 
 " Do, if you please." 
 
 "What is it?" 
 
 " Lillie." 
 
 "L-i-1-l-i-e ! " he shouted, his voice reverberating fully 
 twenty seconds. 
 
 " I am here," she responded, and as the music of her 
 voice came back from the echoing rocks he whispered, 
 " God bless you, I wish you could always be with me." 
 
 And then she fully identified the stranger. The party 
 retraced their steps, and separated at the entrance of the 
 cave, all bidding the stranger a friendly adieu.
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 
 A FISHING TEIP. 
 
 A few days after the Tupper party had returned to the west- 
 ern city, they were invited to the home of Henry Sanford, 
 Esq., a wealthy iron man, whose American house repre- 
 sented the Tupper Mills, of Maidestone, England. Mr. 
 Sanford, like many wealthy citizens of the metropolis, 
 owned a beautiful summer villa on the shores of the tran- 
 quil Lake Geneva. It was his custom to invite his friends 
 to spend a few days in this picturesque retreat from the 
 business world. Arriving 1 at the lake by the lightning 
 train on the Northwestern Kailroad, Sanford's steam 
 yacht was in readiness to convey the merry party 
 up the crystal lake to their destination. Mrs. Tup- 
 per grew enthusiastic as the fleet little steamer flew 
 with them past the one hundred magnificent palaces which 
 almost boastingly exhibit their stately domes and turrets 
 through the openings in the green woods. 
 
 If nature was guilty in planting the great commercial 
 city upon the flattest of prairies, she also deserves credit 
 for placing within a two hours' ride one of the prettiest and 
 most charming lakes, to whose fair shores and shaded 
 groves, tired, perspiring workers hie themselves annually 
 to rest and recuperate. 
 
 Here they bathe in the fresh, clear water, the small sal- 
 aried clerk and the millionaire, as free as the aborigines 
 did only fifty years ago.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 101 
 
 " Nature was cunning when she made this lovely lake 
 so close to where the big- city was to be," exclaimed Mrs. 
 Tupper, as she opened her rather extensive parasol. 
 
 " Look! lookl " said Fanny, pointing to some boys in a 
 -mall boat near by, who were struggling with all their 
 might to land a four pound black bass. 
 
 Mr. Sanford ordered the wheelman to pull up close to 
 the boys, who were quite diminutive anglers, and handed 
 them a landing net, with which the little fellows, not over 
 ten, skilfully landed their prize, amidst the cheers of 
 those on the steamer. 
 
 " To-morrow," said Mr. Sanford, " we will have a grand 
 day, and, Mrs. Tupper, you must make up your mind to 
 catch all the fish you want for dinner," he said, in a joking 
 manner. 
 
 Mrs. Tupper thereupon made a wager with Mrs. Mar- 
 gate that she would get the first bite. 
 
 " What time shall we start? " asked Lillie and Fanny in 
 the same breath. 
 
 4 ' Start," said Mr. Sanford, taking out his watch by 
 habit, " four o'clock, sharp." 
 
 " That's it," said Mrs. Tupper, " you Americans will be 
 sure to make hard work of it. Fishing, praying or eating 
 all the same. Now, why will it not do to start at nine 
 o'clock? " 
 
 "Nine! Why, my dear, good lady, the fish would be 
 asleep by that time. Four o'clock is the time. It is love- 
 ly out here on the lake at sunrise, and the air is so balmy 
 you never tire. I will engage the men, who are to row us, 
 to-night, and have the bait ready, and so when I blow the 
 horn (you know we have an old-fashioned fog-horn at the 
 * castle 'which would wake the seven sleepers) you must be 
 all ready to fall in."
 
 102 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 The girls laughed heartily at the idea, and patient Mrs. 
 Margate looked earnestly at Mr, Sanford's face to see if 
 he meant what he said. 
 
 " How about breakfast?" said young Tupper, already 
 feeling the effect of the ride on his appetite. 
 
 "Breakfast on the steamer. I will give you as good a 
 cup of coffee, made on that boiler over there, as you ever 
 drank. We will have to go several miles up the lake to 
 the best fishing grounds, and that is the cause of our early 
 start," Mr. Sanford replied. 
 
 Arriving at the elaborate home of the Sanfords, the 
 party passed a pleasant evening in discussing the beauties 
 of the lake, and after a refreshing slumber, the fog-horn, 
 blown by the stalwart lungs of big Mr. Sanford, echoed 
 along the quiet shores, and all dressed in haste to join in 
 the anticipated excursion. 
 
 Three villagers of rather seedy appearance occupied seats 
 in the stern of the steamer. 
 
 One, a man of middle age and rather intellectual face, 
 was none other than the Philosopher. 
 
 When Mr. Sanford had despatched to the town for boat- 
 men, the messenger accidentally stumbled across him on 
 the dock at the steamboat landing. 
 
 Fishing boats were towed behind the steamer, and 
 when the proper point was reached the party divided and 
 took to the boats. Harry Sanford and his sister Nellie, 
 as lucky anglers as the lake possessed, were with the 
 party. 
 
 The other boatmen rowed the large boats occupied by 
 Mrs. Margate, Lillie, Fanny, Young Tupper and the two 
 young Sanfords, while the Philosopher furnished the mus- 
 cle for the boat in which Mr. Sanford and Mrs. Tupper 
 were to test their hooks.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 103 
 
 The Philosopher, owing to force of circumstances, had 
 not partaken of his usual number of potations, and his 
 mind was as clear and brilliant as a Daniel Webster. He 
 never spoke a word, however, but rowed hither and 
 thither at the command of his employer. 
 
 " Mr. Boatman, what countryman are you?" said Mr. 
 Sanford, eyeing him critically for a moment. 
 
 " I was born in Montreal, but educated in the western 
 part of Canada." 
 
 " Oh! educated, did you say? " said Mrs. Tupper, turn- 
 ing about and surveying his ragged clothes and rimless 
 hat rather ironically. 
 
 " Educated? What for the ministry? " 
 
 " No, but it is said I can preach a very fair sermon," 
 rejoined the tramp. 
 
 The hooks were baited with minnows, and as the Phi- 
 losopher trolled quietly along a few paces from the shore, 
 the other occupants of the boat watched eagerly for a nib- 
 ble. I think this is a good place along here, said Mr. 
 Sanford, casting his long line into a weedy spot for black 
 bass; and, true enough, a tug and a jerk indicated some- 
 thing firmer than weeds had taken hold of his hook. By 
 skilful manipulation a three-pounder was landed into the 
 boat, to the infinite delight of Mrs. Tupper and the dis- 
 tant hurrah of those in the other boats, who had witnessed 
 the successful operation. 
 
 " I enjoy my leisure hours out here," said Mr. Sanford, 
 with a self-satisfied air. " It gives one such a rest from 
 business cares. By the way, Mrs. Tupper, you are not 
 annoyed quite so much in England as we are by these 
 tiresome strikes." 
 
 " No, but John Tupper becomes greatly annoyed some- 
 times with the manager and superintendents at the mills.
 
 104 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 They are so severe on the men at times, and John, you 
 know, bless his heart, is inclined to be so kind." 
 
 " Severe with the men, indeed. Why, here we dare not 
 even dictate to the men. They would call a union 
 meeting and demand the discharge of an overbearing su- 
 perintendent at once." 
 
 The Philosopher was rowing quietly along, listening 
 gravely to the conversation. 
 
 "Yes, I understand you have had much trouble in 
 America. Of course strikes are not unknown to us ; but 
 the men in our mills seem so patient, and work long hours 
 without complaining." 
 
 " I am sorry to say," said Mr. Sanford, " that I expect 
 great trouble at no distant day in this country. The so- 
 cialistic element is pervading the entire working classes. 
 Free speech, the curse of this country, is one cause 
 of it. What would you think of a man getting up 
 in the public square in Maidestone and talking treason to 
 a mob, advising them to cry havoc, plunder, sack and burn 
 the town, overthrow the government, hang millionaires to 
 lamp posts, and distribute their possessions? " 
 
 "Horrible!" exclaimed Mrs. Tupper. "But wait, I 
 have a bite. Look! ugh! I've got him! Mr. Sanford, 
 pull in my line, quick! Hurrah! " the old lady shouted. 
 
 " It's only a perch! " exclaimed the Philosopher, " a so- 
 cialistic perch." 
 
 "Why so, Mr. Boatman?" laughingly inquired Mr. 
 Sanford. 
 
 * ' The perch is socialistic because he eats up the bait be- 
 longing to the black bass, the working man, and has 
 caused this good lady much excitement for nothing." 
 
 " You are right in one sense," said Mr. Sanford, " the 
 socialist is the * * sucker " who breeds mischief among the
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 105 
 
 working men, and takes away their bread. In fact, makes 
 a living by pandering to the vicious elements of this 
 class." 
 
 " You will excuse me, sir," said the Philosopher, look- 
 ing up at Mr. Sanford, whose good knowledge of human 
 nature had discerned some remnant of refinement in the 
 Philosopher's address, " I have studied this labor problem 
 considerably of late." 
 
 Mrs. Tupper, who was examining her late catch, looked 
 at the boatman, inquisitively. 
 
 " Yes; I was thinking this morning of Wendell Phil- 
 lips' words, * Never look for an age when the people can 
 be quiet and safe ; at such times despotism, like a shroud- 
 ing mist, steals over the mirror of freedom." 
 
 Mrs. Tupper looked at the Philosopher's rimless 
 hat.. 
 
 " The people are quiet to-day, I think," said Mr. San- 
 ford. 
 
 " I beg to differ from you, sir. The socialistic blather- 
 skite I have no interest in whatever," said the tramp ; " he 
 is a pestilential nuisance, and of no earthly use. But the 
 working man, the laborer, is not quiet, neither is he safe. 
 This class will never be quiet, never be safe, while they are 
 in the grasping power of the monopolist. The men who 
 pile up large fortunes must, sooner or later, be brought 
 to a position where they must decide that on this great, 
 free, God-given earth, one man, a millionaire, cannot 
 rest and amuse himself with all the enjoyments wealth 
 can bestow, out of the semi-slavery of men who toil ten 
 or twelve hours a day for a bare pittance, hardly enough 
 to keep body and soul together." 
 
 "Yes; but, my dear sir, do you call ten to fifteen dol- 
 Jars per day a pittance? "
 
 106 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 * ' Ho ! I've another bite ! " shouted Mrs. Tupper. 
 
 "It is only a weed, madam," said the Philosopher, 
 dryly. 
 
 " The hours of labor must be reduced," continued the 
 tramp, "so that toilers can have more time to learn the 
 science of self-government." 
 
 "Yes, but you do not answer my question. Do you 
 know that I am paying men as high as fifteen dollars per 
 day?" replied Sanford, interested in the pauper's logic. 
 " Many able lawyers and clergymen do not earn that 
 much." 
 
 " Yes, that is true," said the Philosopher, who was 
 anxious for an argument, " but it was the inventive genius 
 of some poor workman that produced your labor-saving 
 machines, which can be run only by these fifteen-dollar-a- 
 day men, instead of the same work being done by twenty, 
 as was the case prior to their invention. Then again," 
 continued the tramp, excitedly, "look at the social bar- 
 riers between industry and capital, barriers of pride, caste, 
 hatred and bitterness. The workman , or the very inventor 
 of your livelihood and success, cannot meet you face to 
 face; he cannot discuss with you the details of the business 
 you are jointly operating." 
 
 " Why not? " exclaimed Sanford, rather haughtily. 
 
 " He cannot. He may suggest, he cannot dictate." 
 
 " Then you would have the employe dictate to the em- 
 ployer, would you, Mr. Boatman?" 
 
 " Not beyond his ability. But I would place men of 
 inventive genius, and of equal ability, side by side and 
 face to face, be they capitalists or workmen. There should 
 exist a conciliatory spirit between the two. Joint boards 
 of arbitration should exist. The working element should 
 be permitted a hearing on all subjects. Arbitration should
 
 xHE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 107 
 
 be allowed and encouraged by both parties. The capital- 
 ist should come down from his high horse and consider the 
 laborer a fit subject to breath this free air, and to talk, eat, 
 live and enjoy his life. There would then grow up a high- 
 er order of manhood among this people. Education 
 would be sought by them. The science of mechanism 
 thrives among them, and a rapid advancement in all that 
 pertains to perfection in the various branches of trade 
 would occur." 
 
 Mrs. Tupper had dropped her rod and was gazing at the 
 logical vagrant. She had never heard such conversation 
 from such a ragged individual. But, Mrs. Tupper, you 
 good-hearted old lady, we have many such logical, theo- 
 retical, but personally impracticable people in this country. 
 Men who have the ability to run a nation, but, through 
 some defect, cannot earn a meal. 
 
 " "What is your name, my friend? " said Mr. Sanford. 
 
 " I have no name," answered the Philosopher, indiffer- 
 ently, " I am called the Philosopher." 
 
 " You are, indeed, a man of considerable intellect. 
 Hold! Kow gently. Do you see that line? Steady! 
 Now then, pull ahead. Ah! I've got him," said Mr. San- 
 ford, giving his rod a side jerk, as the reel worked with 
 lightning rapidity. It is a whopper, I'll bet ! Now, Phi- 
 losopher, easy ; get the landing-net ready. Ah ! ha ! there 
 he is, a brave one ; a five pounder if he's an ounce !" 
 
 Mrs. Tupper applauded, and the engineer in the steamer, 
 half a mile away, sounded his steam whistle as he saw the 
 big fish glitter in the sun. 
 
 " You will dine with me to-night, Mr. Boatman, for 
 this." 
 
 Mrs. Tupper looked horrified. 
 
 As the boats returned, Mr. Sanford took the tramp up 
 
 The Millionaire Tramp 8,
 
 108 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 to the bathroom and ordered him a bath. A suit of re- 
 spectable clothes was raked out from a wardrobe, and in- 
 stead of the ragged boatman, sat a man who would 
 grace the board of any family in America. A man of ex- 
 cellent manners, witty, logical, a scholar and a gentleman. 
 Mrs. Tupper became deeply interested in Mr. Philoso- 
 pher, and she expressed herself anxious and willing to 
 assist him out of his forlorn condition. For one evening 
 he enjoyed the society of those who awakened in hi& 
 breast the memory of sober, respectable and happy days. 
 It was a gleam of sunshine over his shadowed path. 
 ****** * 
 
 When the excursionists returned to the city, driving 
 over a swing bridge they saw by the abutment thereof, a 
 man whose clothes were muddy and torn, his face dirty and 
 hair unkempt. He was resting his weary head ; his blood- 
 shot eyes glared up at the passing carriage. It was the 
 Philosopher. 
 
 ***** * * 
 
 Darrow was detained later than usual at his place of 
 business one evening fixing up some accounts. The 
 weather was sultry and he sought the street for fresh air. 
 It was growing late, still many pedestrians were hurrying 
 to and fro. Now and then a policeman walked lazily by. 
 Entering a rather degraded locality he had not proceeded 
 far, when from a basement saloon of an exceedingly dingy 
 building in what is called the levee, he heard the sound of 
 a voice as though someone was lecturing or haranguing 
 an audience. Peering into the window, which scarcely 
 rose to the level of the sidewalk, he was surprised to see 
 upon a platform, wildly gesturing, none other than the 
 Philosopher. 
 
 Having become quite interested in this eccentric indi-
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 100 
 
 vidual, Darrow entered the hall, or " underground varie- 
 ty," as such places are called, and sat in a remote corner 
 so that the Philosopher would not recognize him. This 
 was a place of resort for the vilest of the vile. Twenty- 
 five half- drunken women, of all ages, sat about beer 
 tables drinking beer with as many more men of all grades. 
 Among these women were sprinkled young girls whose 
 faces even retained a look of modesty, but whose young 
 souls crime and degradation had long since captured for 
 their own. Old hags whose sottish faces bore the imprint 
 of habitual drunkenness and debauchery. Young clerks 
 and gray-haired men whose appearance indicated they were 
 sadly out of place within those dirty walls. Professional 
 thieves, burglars and confidence men made this their head- 
 quarters. Behind a bar in one end of the room was a man 
 with dark-red curly hair. He was known among the fre- 
 quenters of the levee by the appropriate but inelegant 
 cognomen, " Curly." 
 
 The Philosopher had many a time spent his half-supper- 
 less night upon the pillowless benches of Mr. Curly's thea- 
 ter. Mr. Curly was somewhat of a mathematician. He 
 always counted that a hanger-on around his place could 
 be put to some use. If he could play, or as Mr. Curly 
 professionally termed it, fake upon any instrument so as to 
 amuse his audiences, he ranked as No. 1 in Curly's class 
 of pupils. 
 
 Thus, should he happen to have a voice for singing and 
 could aid in singing a duet with one of the " ladies," or 
 sing a comic song, or "do" a good jig or clog, or was 
 what Mr. Curly would call a "ham-fatter," a song and 
 dance man, or was at all " celebrated " on the underground 
 stage, he would rank on Mr. Curly's table of sciences as 
 No. 2.
 
 110 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 No. 3 embraced all manner of what the proprietor 
 termed " worthless bums." The Philosopher fell within 
 that class, and had, owing to his entire inability to per- 
 form, not very much claim on Mr. Curly's forbearance. 
 Several times he came near being ejected from the 
 premises because he had failed to add one nickel to 
 Curly's exchequer, not being invited to drink by some 
 generous customer. 
 
 " A biznis lookin' chap's always good for an invitation. 
 Flosopher, yer no good," he had said, early that evening, 
 with disgust portrayed on his prominent under jaw ; " yer 
 can't fake or hamfat, and yer gettin* too low to cap drinks, 
 so yer got to git ! D'ye hear? " 
 
 Before the words had taken effect on the Philosopher a 
 " customer " passed the tramp a nickel, which granted him 
 a little grace with the business-like landlord, who pushed 
 the tramp's half-dime into the till with a dexterous twist 
 and passed in return a glass of flat, black-looking lager. 
 
 The Philosopher drank it with one quaff, and resumed 
 his seat with an air of one who had accomplished a great 
 deed. It appeared that later on some customer had men- 
 tioned to Curly that the Philosopher was a rattling good 
 temperance lecturer, so the great mind of Professor Curly 
 had resolved to use him in a new role. " Temp'rance fake. 
 That's a good un," said Mr. Curly, as he lit a cigar. 
 "Let's have a lecture this evening, he said," with a 
 knowing smile to a musician. " Call him up, Jim," he 
 said, pointing to the Philosopher, who was half dozing in 
 his seat. The Philosopher, believing another beer was in 
 sight, sprang with alacrity to the bar at the musician's 
 signal. Curly, leaning over the bar, addressed the Philoso- 
 pher: " Say, cull, can you lecture on temp'rance? "
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. Ill 
 
 " "What do you want with that? " said the Philosopher, 
 rather disappointed. 
 
 " The byes want a speech; when it's 11: 30 we'll call 
 you; d'ye hear? " said Curly. "Here you are, and he 
 passed over the counter to the Philosopher a black bottle 
 and a glass. 
 
 The Philosopher filled it to the brim and saluted the 
 scheme. " It's a good one," he said. 
 
 When the hour arrived the Philosopher mounted the 
 stage. Curly having plied him with several heavy drinks 
 he was ready and willing to perform. 
 
 The hall was then well filled. The Philosopher had 
 commenced. Darrow noticed the proprietor of the place 
 was busy explaining to several of his audience the fun they 
 were about to have. 
 
 The women laughed and derided the Philosopher with 
 drunken calls and yells, but Professor Curly ordered 
 quietness and his order was supreme. 
 
 As the liquor fired the Philosopher's fertile brain he 
 proceeded eloquently. Many in the audience were sur- 
 prised. All but the older drunken hags became interest- 
 ed. The glasses stopped jingling, the waiters stood look- 
 ing up, tears came to the eyes of the less hardened. 
 
 Curly sat on the counter. At first he joined in the ap- 
 plause sarcastically ; then he became silent ; then he turned 
 pale with rage and demanded that the Philosopher should 
 desist. The Philosopher went on thundering forth elo- 
 quent sentences. Powerful oratory it was, full of mag- 
 netism ; he fairly electrified this sottish assemblage. 
 
 Outsiders, passing, stopped at the door. Among the 
 passers-by that night was one who has done more for the 
 unfortunate than all the high-salaried ministers in the 
 city put together. A man with a big heart and who goes 
 among the thorns and thistles of life to find a rose. Ho
 
 112 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 was attracted by the sound of the Philosopher's voice and 
 listened at the open window. 
 
 He walked down the steps and leaned against the door. 
 
 The Philosopher was giving a description of his wasted 
 life. Curly was sitting on his bar. There was a leer of 
 contempt upon his face, but still he seemed interested and 
 kept his wild dark eyes fastened on the Philosopher like a 
 wildcat. 
 
 " Such men as that," yelled the Philosopher, pointing 
 to Curly, " have sent more souls to hell than all " 
 
 Before he had finished the sentence, Curly had drawn 
 a revolver quick as a flash, and pointing at the Philoso- 
 pher, hissed at him : " Git down or I'll fire the hull top of 
 yer head off, yer bum ! " 
 
 The Philosopher heeded not the request, though inter- 
 rupted for the time being. Those in the room sought 
 safety under tables and behind chairs, while many ran out. 
 The gentleman who had waited at the door came forward 
 and requested Curly not to shoot. 
 
 " Well, let him shut up," he said, doggedly. 
 
 " I will take him out," replied the gentleman. 
 
 Several officers, hearing of the disturbance, had arrived, 
 and Curly resumed his business behind the bar ; beckon- 
 ing to one of them he ordered the Philosopher's removal. 
 
 This incident proved a turning-point in the Philosopher's 
 checkered career. It was not long before he became a re- 
 formed man, and has since turned the path of many a way- 
 farer like himself, and the time has come when the 
 Philosopher proves one of the most ardent advocates 
 among a class of men who are never properly appreciated 
 in a large city those who take hold of the miserables 
 who have become too low to receive charity and spiritual 
 sustenance from the high-collared church-member.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TEAMP. 113 
 
 It has often been a question in the mind of the author 
 whether this class of reformer is not more deserving of 
 patronage and praise than the gentleman who administers 
 to the spiritual necessities of the oak-pewed aristocracy 
 <br a stipend of $10,000 per annum and bouquets.
 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 GETTING FACTS FROM A FOOL. 
 
 " Truth crashed to earth will rise again." 
 
 Not long after Lillie's return to England she endeavored 
 to run across Peter, the half idiotic boy at Landsdowne 
 Hall. She did not dare to go near the house in search of 
 him, but watched for him as he might pass going for the 
 cows. Peter was fond of whistling ; he could be heard on 
 a still night crossing the fields piping some weird tune, 
 perhaps created by the wild imaginings of his partially 
 daft brain, or played by the fairy pipers in the thickets; a 
 spot which, since the finding of Warren Margate, seemed 
 to impress him with great awe. 
 
 Lillie had frequently heard this whistling joskin pass ; 
 she could scarcely refrain from rushing after him, so bent 
 had she become on interviewing him in regard to the vital 
 point upon which she relied so much. 
 
 Day after day, and still no opportunity occurred for a 
 meeting. One afternoon, as Lillie sat in the window per- 
 forming her accustomed watch, who should come along 
 the road toward Maiclestone but this very important per- 
 sonage. He was pulling a hand-cart, the tire of one of 
 the wheels of which was on the box, demonstrating to the 
 passer-by that the oaf had met with an accident and was 
 en route to the blacksmith shop, which was about a mile 
 down the road.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TBAMP. 115 
 
 He whistled loud and clear as he passed Margate's main 
 gate. He had a bright cock's feather in his rather rusty 
 hat, and as he sauntered along pulling the cart, he stopped 
 his music at intervals to mutter to himself. He was 
 of a noticeable disposition, and at all times and under all 
 circumstances brimming over with a sort of imaginary 
 mirthfulness. When he saw a little bird on the fence he 
 would say, " 'Elloo, little un, why bean't thou a singin'? 
 what good be ye unless ye sing? " 
 
 Now and then the cart pulled a little hard, as the road in 
 spots had become muddy from a recent shower, and Peter 
 would turn towards the cart, and pulling it industriously 
 would say, " Coom along, old feller, coom along, we be a 
 goin' to the shop. Doan't be so hard pullin'." 
 
 Then he saw a squirrel on the roadside. This caused a 
 complete halt of the cart, whistling and muttering, and he 
 gazed after the little animal as it jumped nimbly along 
 the fence = 
 
 " Where be thee goin'? " he said, " goin' to thy supper? 
 Is the little uns hungry? Cooin to me and I'll get thee 
 nuts." But the squirrel disappeared, and Pete toted on 
 his way. 
 
 Then a small pool by the wayside attracted the idiot's 
 attention. He again stopped, and making a boat from a 
 piece of chip he rigged up a sail from part of the feather 
 from his hat and blew it across the pool. This caused him 
 to grin so widely that the whistling was again suspended. 
 He was thus engaged when a gig-cart and pony with Lil- 
 lie Margate for a driver came up. 
 
 The joskin pulled his hat over his eyes, and abandoning 
 his ship to the merciless winds, resumed his journey. 
 
 Lillie addressed him. 
 
 " What a heavy load you have, poor Peter." The kind
 
 116 THE MILLIONAIRE TEAMP. 
 
 voice, so unexpected from one of a family whom he had 
 been taught to dread, caused him to look up and open his 
 unusually capacious mouth. He answered not a word, but 
 as he recovered from his astonishment he grinned again. 
 
 "You may hitch your cart behind my gig if you choose," 
 said Lillie. 
 
 This is a proposition which savors of danger, thought 
 the fool, and by a powerful attempt at sagacity he grin- 
 ningly replied : 
 
 "Ye may run away wid it." 
 
 "No, indeed, Peter, I will take it to the shop for you, 
 and you may ride in the gig with me. " 
 
 This proposition staggered him. All the traditions of 
 horrible deeds committed by the Margates for a century 
 back floated before him. He scratched his uncouth head 
 for a moment, but an assuring smile from Lillie dispelled 
 his woful fancies. 
 
 " Now, Peter, you know I only want to be kind to you 
 and help you carry your load." 
 
 The idiot gazed steadily at her sweet face for a minute 
 without answering. He failed to discover in its expres- 
 sion the counterpart of direful hobgoblins, and he half con- 
 sented. 
 
 * 'You are not afraid to ride with me, Peter, surely; I al- 
 ways heard you were so brave? " 
 
 This was a clincher. " Flatter a fool and he will give 
 you half his loaf." 
 
 He pulled a string from his pocket and commenced ty- 
 ing his cart to the springs of the gig. Peter had com- 
 promised the contract in his own mind ; he had decided to 
 accept the hitch, but ride in the hand-cart. Lillie was sat- 
 isfied, as she believed, that by drawing him into a conversa- 
 tion she could reason him out of the hand-cart.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 117 
 
 " I am afraid the wheel will break, Peter," she said. 
 
 He scratched his ungainly head again. 
 
 "Come, get out and ride with me, I will have you there 
 in a minute. " 
 
 He complied and the following dialogue occurred in the 
 mile along the road to the smith's. After some prelimi- 
 nary talk she said : 
 
 " Peter, you used to know Lindley, did you not?" 
 
 " Yes'm," he replied, munching some candy generously 
 bevstowed by Lillie with much foresight. 
 
 " I wonder where he went? " 
 
 No answer for a minute. "Lunnun," he finally an- 
 swered. 
 
 " Did you like him, Peter? " 
 
 " Naw," and he again munched half a sugar stick in his 
 capacious maw. 
 
 " Don't you remember, Peter, when my brother was 
 killed?" 
 
 He looked up with a half frightened stare into her face 
 but did not answer. 
 
 ' ' You remember the time, don't you? " 
 
 He nodded affirmatively. 
 
 " Did not Lindley often load Master Charles Lands- 
 downe's gun? " 
 
 Lillie had now struck an interesting vein of thought 
 for the idiot. 
 
 " Yaas ; and Maester Charley'd like to 'ave me with 'im, 
 but tother farm 'ands wus jellus. I knows, and he grinned 
 and giggled aloud. 
 
 " Oh," said Lillie, to herself, " not such a fool afterall." 
 
 " People are foolish to be jealous, Mr. Peter, are they 
 not?"
 
 118 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAJVIP. 
 
 " Yaas," and he pulled another piece of candy from 
 the bag and put it in his mouth. 
 
 The subject of hunting proved exceedingly interesting 
 to him. Lillie described vividly to his mind how pleasant 
 it was to see the pretty pheasants in the grass. 
 
 1 'Yaas, its nice for de sportsman," laughed the idiot. 
 
 " Not so for the pheasants, is it, Peter? " 
 
 " Naw," and he munched another bull's eye. 
 
 ' ' Peter, did you ever see a man take a charge of shot 
 from a gun without firing it off ? " Peter thought a mo- 
 ment while he looked in the candy bag. 
 
 " Yaas." 
 
 Lillie experienced a cold chill as she waited a reply. 
 She stood as if on the brink of a precipice. Upon this 
 idiot's answer the fate of her lover hung suspended. It 
 came, and the idiot never divined why Miss Margate 
 dropped the lines and turned so deathly pale. 
 
 " Yaas, (munch) I saw Lindley do it the night afore the 
 murder." (Munch). 
 
 Lillie took a long breath of the invigorating air from 
 the clover blossoms. Her heart beat rapidly and she felt 
 faint. Away in the distance she saw a vision of Charles 
 Landsdowne coming back. " He is coming back from over 
 the broad ocean. My lover." 
 
 " Thank God," was all the answer she gave the idiot as 
 she revived. He was looking in the bottom of the candy bag, 
 but the last candy was gone. Shortly the reaction caused 
 Lillie to laugh hysterically. 
 
 The blacksmith opened his eyes wide when he saw 
 Landsdowne's fool and the daughter of " M. P." Margate 
 riding side by side. 
 
 " I helped poor Peter with his cart," merrily laughed 
 Lillie; "please help him untie it."
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 119 
 
 The blacksmith raised his hat, and when Miss Lillie 
 turned and sped for home, the smith looking after the re- 
 tiring gig, exclaimed: "Ah, she be one of nature's good 
 uns ; not a many like unto she."
 
 CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 CALLED BACK. 
 
 " Where love Is great, the littlest doubts are fear. 
 When little fears grow great, great love grows there." 
 
 On her way back Lillie was in a thoughtful frame of 
 mind, discussing whether to write to " Darrow" or not. 
 ' ' What assurance have I that this unfortunate Peter would 
 adhere to his statement? " she thought. There was one 
 thing certain, Peter was not so thoroughly idiotic as she 
 had expected. His memory seemed good and why would 
 not his testimony be admissible. "Oh, how I wish I were 
 a lawyer," she ejaculated. Thorpe came to mind ; "Too late 
 to-day, I must possess myself in patience till to-morrow; 
 my knowledge of Charles' whereabouts must remain a se- 
 cret from Thorpe and the world at present." Alighting 
 from the gig, Wallie came to take the pony to the barn. 
 
 The next morning bright and early Lillie journeyed to 
 Maidestone; when she entered Thorpe's office, she found 
 the little man engaged in deep study. He did not look 
 up. He had not seen her since her return from America 
 and had not expected her. So overjoyed was he upon 
 hearing her voice that he dropped his books with a slam 
 and came out from the inner room all smiles. 
 
 " Why, my brave little ally, how glad I am to see you 
 again. I had almost lest courage since your departure. 
 I so missed your clever suggestions ; more, in fact, than I 
 would Jerrick's. How did you enjoy your trip? I called 
 on the Tuppers last evening ; they were all so talkative
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 121 
 
 i 
 
 about the wonders of America that I could not get a word 
 in edgewise." 
 
 " America is lovely," replied Lillie, only it takes for- 
 ever to go anywhere. Why, Mr. Thorpe, they think noth- 
 ing of a thousand mile trip by rail. But let me tell you 
 about our case, sir; I have more good news." Thorpe 
 rubbed his thin hands together with expectation. 
 
 "Why, surely you did not find Charles in America?' 
 This unexpected capture of the truth caused Lillie to 
 change color slightly. 
 
 " Better luck than that," said Lillie, adroitly parrying 
 Thorpe's unintentionally embarrassing question. 
 
 " You amaze me; be seated and tell me all," said Thorpe, 
 seating himself in an adjacent chair. 
 
 " Well," began Lillie, " you know you always desired 
 so much to find a witness to prove that Lindley extracted 
 the charge of shot from Mr. Landsdowne's gun? " 
 
 ' 'Yes, yes," repeated Thorpe, expectantly. 
 
 " Well, we have him; I have found him." 
 
 "Good! "he shouted vehemently, rising to his feet. 
 " God be praised, two- thirds of our battle is won." 
 
 "Not so fast, sir, for the witness is only half-witted." 
 
 " Never mind," roared Thorpe, " we will drill him. If 
 he saw the act, Miss Margate, and has only half brains, I 
 will get the truth out of him ; leave that to me." 
 
 Thorpe paced the floor with a defiant air ; but coming 
 down from his elevated position at once he humbly begged 
 Miss Margate's pardon for the assumption of such egotism. 
 " Why, my dear girl, you are a generalissimo of intellect ; 
 how in the wide world did you make this wonderful dis- 
 covery? Ah, you are such an assistance to me." And 
 the little man restlessly paced the floor again. 
 
 "Why, I met this no, I must never call him idiot
 
 122 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 again this poor boy, Peter, who works at Landsdowne 
 Hall. I met him on the road lugging a broken cart 
 to the smith's. 
 
 * ' Yes," said Thorpe, interested. 
 
 " Well, I gave him a hitch, that is, hitched his cart be- 
 hind my gig, and pumped him. Now, Mr. Thorpe, you 
 must not think that since I have been to America I have 
 learned to talk slang. But my ! what a time I did have to 
 get a word out of the poor lad. But I succeeded." 
 
 " Succeeded ! I'll warrant you did," replied Thorpe en- 
 thusiastically. 
 
 "He told me he saw Lindley extract the shot from 
 Mr. Landsdowne's gun and load the musket with the same 
 shot." 
 
 "Good! Good! Splendid!" sang out Thorpe. But at 
 once assuming a thoughtful mood he sat down and bit his 
 lips. Thumping the table he said emphatically, " I be- 
 lieve I could try the case now!" 
 
 " Mr. Thorpe, please do try the case !" added Lillie with 
 equal vehemence, rising from her seat. 
 
 " Girl, give me your hand; we'll do so;" and Lillie ex- 
 tended her pretty hand. Looking at each other they be- 
 came embarrassed at their ridiculous demonstrativeness. 
 
 " Pshaw! what are we doing? " said Thorpe, withdraw- 
 ing his delicate hand. " How can we try the case without 
 a defendant to defend ? " 
 
 " Perhaps we can produce the defendant," said Lillie, 
 triumphantly. 
 
 "What!" said Thorpe, "is he alive? you are a little 
 witch, indeed you are. What else do you know? Tell 
 me, fairy. Do you know that Charles Landsdowne is 
 well? " Thorpe was turning pale. 
 
 Lillie cast her eyes to the floor, then, half boldly, look-
 
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 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 123 
 
 ing up, her dark eyes beamed on the little lawyer like two 
 electric lights. This is to be a secret too, she said, earn- 
 estly, never taking her eyes from Thorpe. I mean a pro- 
 fessional secret. Judge me as a lawyer too." 
 
 " Yes, I swear by all the honor I ever possessed." 
 
 " Then Charles Landsdowne is alive and well. I saw 
 him, and under the circumstances he is as happy as can 
 be." 
 
 " That settles it," said Thorpe, sinking in his chair. "I 
 always believed you smart, now you're great. You're 
 mighty. You are worth a kingdom. I have nothing 
 more to say. You are a heroine and I will secure the ac- 
 quittal of Charles Landsdowne or never show my face 
 again before a bar of justice." 
 
 Lillie, happy with the thought of having confessed her 
 knowledge to such good purpose, proceeded down the 
 steps. Thorpe followed to open the door that led to the 
 street, saying: " Miss Margate, you can send him word to 
 come home as soon as you like. God bless you I Good- 
 byl" 
 
 Tke Millionaire .Tramp 9.
 
 CHAPTER XVIII. 
 
 The Tuppers gave a party shortly after their return, 
 and all the elite of Maidestone and the surrounding coun- 
 try were present. 
 
 Miss Lillie Margate was the belle of the evening, taste- 
 fully dressed in orange and black satin, her pale face, dark 
 brown eyes and still darker hair, forming a superb con- 
 trast. Entirely devoid of jewelry and ornaments, she was 
 unlike the other young ladies present, who were bedecked 
 to almost a vulgar degree with the family diamonds and 
 ancient jewelry their mothers had worn. Lillie shone 
 forth among them resplendent with good sense and mod- 
 est gracefulness, which are purer and showier than dia- 
 monds. 
 
 Sir Richard Cartwright, a friend of the Tuppers from 
 London, and one of the noted members of a great social 
 club of that metropolis, was among the guests of the 
 evening. 
 
 Cartwright was about thirty-one, tall and handsome; 
 one of those clean, boyish faces, illuminated by a pair of 
 what girls call roguish eyes, the very kind most young la- 
 dies admire and obey. 
 
 Reared in the atmosphere of the dazzling city, amidst 
 all its pomps, vanities, gaieties, dissipations, follies and 
 foibles, it would simply have been impossible for a man 
 possessing the wealth and connections, added to the hilar- 
 ious nature of Sir Richard , to remain what the world
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 125 
 
 calls an " eminently respectable and exemplary young 
 man," but which, unquestionably, his face would indicate- 
 Once in a while we meet men of such clear skin and 
 juvenile features, that they may go upon a protracted spree 
 for ten days, sober up, take a pill, half a gallon of seltzer, 
 or both, one good whole night's sleep, and then turn up 
 the following evening at a party, looking the picture of 
 unadulterated innocence. A glorious catch for mammas 
 with marriageable daughters, or spinsters who are filter- 
 ing into the golden afternoon of life. 
 
 Richard could spree, dissipate, be one of the innumer- 
 able owls of London one evening, the next attend Lady 
 Cawthorne's grand reception, with a smile as innocent in 
 its expression as though copied from one ot Raphael's 
 Cherub's. 
 
 Lillie Margate, although a girl of uncommon sense and 
 far superior to the average country miss in intelligence 
 and it might be added, grit, had never yet in her youthful 
 career run across this particular kind of man. And Sir 
 Richard, somewhat tired of the chronic shams of the city 
 society, the laced and painted belles with artificial man- 
 ners and manufactured beauty, though even such were far 
 too good for him, at once became deeply interested in the 
 evening's belle. 
 
 Old, professional roues are always attracted by innocence 
 and maidenly modesty in preference to forward girls, who 
 boldly, though perhaps not intentionally, invite their at- 
 tention. 
 
 Thus Sir Richard, following in their footsteps, singled 
 out Lillie Margate fifteen minutes after the amusements 
 and dancing had commenced. 
 
 Mrs. Tupper introduced him as their particular London 
 friend, and was sure Miss Margate would be highly enter-
 
 126 THE AULLIONAIBE TRAMP. 
 
 tained by him with his, stories of the great city. The 
 dancing had recommenced, and Sir Richard, an expert 
 waltzer, delighted Lillie, who never had met such a part- 
 ner in Maidestone society. 
 
 After the second quadrille, which she danced with young 
 Tupper, Sir Richard gallantly invited her to be seated, 
 and proceeding to a settee in the back parlor entertained 
 her during the time of the next set with some of his witty 
 stories. He spoke of Lady Cawthorne's receptions, and 
 how jolly they were, and after picturing in glowing terms 
 the many beauties he had seen, he wound up by saying, as 
 he peered straight into Lillie's grand face with his inno- 
 cent, boyish eyes : 
 
 " But you, my dear Miss Margate, are the most graceful 
 and lovely of them all." 
 
 Now it would be absurd to say that this country girl, 
 who was almost a stranger to the art of flattery, especially 
 when fired from a battery like Sir Richard Cartwright, did 
 not receive a certain impression. She did. She thought 
 he was one of the wittiest men she had ever met. She 
 had, for the nonce, almost forgotten Charles Landsdowne, 
 away off, an exile in another land, and as the dancing 
 ceased, the lamps turned down and the guests depart- 
 ed, leaving her alone with the Tuppers and Sir Richard in 
 the great parlors of the Tupper mansion, an inclination 
 stole over her to know more of this city lord. 
 
 Connoisseurs in the art of love-making know precisely 
 when to stop to enable the opposite sex to have a chance, 
 and it could have been noticed that Sir Richard 
 devoted the balance of the time between the closing of 
 the ball and retiring time relating some of his witty yarns 
 to the infinite amusement of Miss Tupper, while Lillie sat 
 listening attentively in an easy chair, with her hand in
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 127 
 
 Mrs. Tapper's, with whom she occasionally spoke of their 
 American trip. 
 
 As Lillie passed up stairs with Miss Tupper to retire, 
 the hour hand of the old-fashioned clock in the hall point- 
 ed to three. Cartwright stood at the bottom leaning 
 against the banisters. Looking up, he said, as if to both : 
 
 " Oh, could this delightful evening never end! Good 
 night ! good night ! Thrice happy be thy dreams." 
 
 But a few minutes later, could the reader have gazed 
 into the secret sanctuary of the maiden's apartment, he 
 might have discerned the graceful form of Lillie Margate, 
 clothed in the snowy vestments of the night, kneeling by 
 her bedside with clasped hands in prayer. Praying for 
 whom? One trusting heart away across the fathomless 
 deep, and as she offered up her prayer she failed not to ask 
 that her wandering lover might be brought back safely to 
 enjoy again the comforts and pleasures of a happy home. 
 
 The morning came, and Lillie and Miss Tupper hastened 
 to prepare for breakfast. Cartwright, thoroughly accus- 
 tomed to late hours, was out walking about the premises 
 enjoying a whiff of the morning air. 
 
 The first thing Miss Tupper asked the maid as they 
 reached the parlor, was : 
 
 " Has Sir Eichard arisen? " 
 
 " Yes'm, he's been out these two hours, mum." 
 
 "Yes, indeed, there he is out in the front garden. 
 Let us go out, Lillie," said Miss Tupper. 
 
 Lillie, throwing a red shawl of Mrs. Margate's over her 
 shoulders, and placing Mr. Tupper's weather-beaten hat, 
 twice too large for her, on her head, caving it in on the 
 top, and pulling one side down three inches lower than the 
 other, and looking prettier than if decorated with a Parisian 
 bonnet of the latest style, sallied out indifferently.
 
 128 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Had she dressed in her best the flatterer would have 
 concluded at once, " After me, by Jove," but with the old 
 red shawl all twisted over her graceful shoulder and that 
 terrific hat, her face fresh as the sparkling dew still hang- 
 ing on the blades of grass, perfectly unconscious of his 
 presence, added an irresistible charm in his eyes. Rich- 
 ard was delighted to see them. 
 
 "You both look charming (Poor Miss Tupper was 
 one of the homeliest girls in the city) after your evening's 
 dissipation." 
 
 " Indeed!" replied Miss Tupper with a gratified smile. 
 
 " Oh! how I should like to ] ve out in the country and 
 inhale this fresh air into my London lungs every morning, 
 instead of the everlasting fog, dampness and miasma," 
 Richard said, swelling out his narrow chest and hitting 
 himself like an athlete. 
 
 " However, you are a very fair specimen of miasmatic 
 influences," quoth Lillie. 
 
 " I supposed they did not rise so early in London as we 
 do," joined in Miss Tupper. 
 
 " Sometimes my duties detain me late in the evening, 
 and then I occasionally take a late breakfast." 
 
 He had not gotten up before eleven o'clock for two 
 weeks. 
 
 " I was out at daylight, listening to the birds. What a 
 lovely day it will be. I should have aroused you both 
 and taken you for a long walk. I am so fond of a stroll, 
 especially when I have such charming company." 
 
 Lillie and Miss Tupper laughed. 
 
 "You are a born flatterer, I think," said Lillie. 
 
 " No, now don't say that, Miss Margate, because I do 
 so detest intentional flattery. Let me qualify then by 
 saying you both look lovely after your delightful party.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE Til AMP. 129 
 
 You know I believe that in the morning, after being up late, 
 one feels really better than if he had secured a full night's 
 rest. A party, especially if enjoyable, braces one up and 
 brings the good nature to the surface." 
 
 " Papa wants us all to visit the mills this afternoon." 
 
 One of the largest nail mills in this section of England, 
 and of which John Tupper was president. 
 
 " How would it do to take a drive this morning down 
 to Seven Oaks and visit some of mamma's relatives? " said 
 Fanny Tupper. 
 
 " Anywhere you say, I am at your disposal for the day," 
 replied his lordship. 
 
 Lillie remarked, " I must go home to day." 
 
 ' ' No, you shan't do anything of the sort. You shall 
 just stay till to-morrow," rejoined Fanny. 
 
 Cartwright, too, had promised to be back in London by 
 evening, but he would like exceedingly well to visit the 
 mills, as he, aside from being interested as a stockholder, 
 was anxious to witness the performance of a new Ameri- 
 can nail mill, lately introduced (although all the interest 
 he took in the nail mill was very slight). 
 
 " Well, there is the breakfast bell, anyway. That we 
 can all agree upon. A cup of tea," said Fanny. 
 
 The morning breeze was bracing and acted as an appe- 
 tizer. Mrs. Tupper was fatigued and begged to be ex- 
 cused. 
 
 " We ought to have four to make a party," exclaimed 
 Fanny. 
 
 "Never mind, never mind," said Lillie, fearing a part- 
 ner for Fanny might cause Sir Richard to prove too mo- 
 nopolizing. Sir Richard stroked his chest again as he 
 walked down the piazza and again complimented the 
 country air :
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE Til AMP. 
 
 " Oh, what a magnificent drive we will have! " 
 
 The family carriage, a big, lumbering vehicle but, 
 withal, comfortable, soon appeared. 
 
 "None but honest, practical men like John Tupper 
 would own such a rig as that," sighed Cartwright, as he 
 handed the young ladies in one by one. 
 
 They drove along the turnpike. The day proved indeed 
 lovely; spring had conic. The apple trees were budding 
 forth in blossoming splendor; the sweet cadences of the 
 robin and lark were wafted over the new green meadows, the 
 sparrows flitted from fence to fence twittering their merry 
 chorus. The old-fashioned vine- clad cottages by the road- 
 side, and the fairest face in Kent opposite, all charmed 
 Sir Richard to a degree he had not experienced since child- 
 hood. 
 
 The day before them was one of those that calls 
 back from the past the tranquil days of childhood, 
 the sunny ,days of long ago, and brings to 
 us peace. The busy working of the brain stands still; 
 the accumulation of worldly anxiety disappears. Fear, 
 remorse, jealousy, and all the weak emotions of the heart, 
 are absent, and we find ourselves as in a peaceful sea, sail- 
 ing amidst golden islands of pleasant thoughts, and we are 
 happy; and, true to life, such serene moments frequently 
 usher in some bitter disappointment. 
 
 The excursion was full of joy. They sang, 
 laughed, and made fun of everything they saw sus- 
 ceptible of ridicule. They acted like school children. At 
 length Seven Oaks was reached. The party dined at an 
 old-fashioned inn this was done to continue the merri- 
 ment. 
 
 " It will kill us to visit mamma's staid, matter-of-fact 
 sister," said Fanny.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 131 
 
 u Yes, but you must deliver your message," replied 
 Lillie. 
 
 So they decided to drive over to " Aunt Martha's " house 
 and deliver it. 
 
 Fanny got out of the carriage, leaving Lillie alone with 
 Sir Richard. 
 
 The merriment ceased. 
 
 Lillie sat in the corner of the large carriage diagonally 
 opposite and as far away from Cartwright as she could 
 get. 
 
 "Do you often come to Maidestone, Sir Richard? " she 
 said. 
 
 " No, it ia over a year since I visited the mills, and then 
 I remained only till the next train. Now I have enjoyed 
 myself so richly I shall come again, and if I do I wonder 
 if I shall see you. You, I mean in particular, who 
 have made it so extremely entertaining for me. In fact, 
 to tell the truth, Miss Margate, I almost dislike to return 
 so soon, leaving behind me " he hesitated as if in doubt 
 to proceed ' ' such such " 
 
 " Pleasant memories of the party at Tupper's," said Lil- 
 lie, helping him out. 
 
 " Yes. Well, yes, the party and the waltz we 
 had." 
 
 " Now, now, you who have attended such grand balls 
 and receptions in London must have looked upon last 
 night's affair as tame in comparison." 
 
 " I do not always have such a partner as I had last 
 night," he answered, innocently. 
 
 " Compliments again," responded Lillie; " Sir Richard, 
 I am beginning to believe, is synonymous with flatterer." 
 
 " Truth is not flattery," he said, with another of his 
 cherubic smiles.
 
 132 THE MILLIONAIRE TKA3IP. 
 
 " Thanks, then, for your compliment; but you cannot 
 consider me a perfect waltzer, Sir Richard." 
 
 " I may not be a competent judge, but your dancing 
 pleased me," he said, emphasising the last word, "and 
 that was why I was so happy last night yes and all day, 
 too. It must be the heavenly light of your eyes, or some 
 other wonderful influence you young women possess over 
 us poor mortal men." He sighed. He looked at Lillie 
 with an expression of sadness upon his handsome, boyish 
 face. 
 
 "It was the variety of a country party, and forming 
 the acquaintance of a stupid country girl, that made the 
 spice of your visit, I think," said Lillie, laughing, and dis- 
 playing a row of pearly teoth. 
 
 "You are a little witch, a charming little witch, 
 and you have bewitched me, I am afraid." 
 
 "Pshaw! Flatterers are not very susceptible victims 
 to the black art." 
 
 " You don't mean that," he replied, again assuming his 
 boyish, innocent air. 
 
 " Listen, Miss Margate, I have a friend, Lady Caw- 
 thorne, who gives a grand reception in London next 
 month ; how I wish you could come. I will have her en- 
 close your family an invitation if you will allow me. You 
 must come. If you do not shine as the beauty of the even- 
 ing I will confess my error," said Sir Richard emphatic- 
 ally. 
 
 Lillie found she was getting into deep water with this 
 innocent young lord, and she felt half inclined to refuse 
 this strange invitation. 
 
 " A young country maiden may propose, but wise 
 mammas dispose in this case," she said. 
 
 " Yes, but Archibald Margate, Member of Parliament,
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE THAMP. 133 
 
 certainly will not refuse to acquaint his daughter with hia 
 peers. Why, I believe a young lady forfeits the best part 
 of her existence when refused the enchanting whirl of ex- 
 citement in the gay society of London." 
 
 Lillie remained silent. 
 
 " Think what a chance for a young belle, Miss Margate, 
 here you are shut out from the world." 
 
 He was talking eloquently but still there was some- 
 thing in his manner that the keen perception of the coun- 
 try maiden discerned was of a selfish motive. 
 
 "Yes, but where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to go to 
 London to see these grand things and then become unhap- 
 py. Better a happy country girl than a languid society 
 belle. I quote your very words." 
 
 " Here is Miss Fanny coming, you will not mention our 
 conversation to her;" he spoke earnestly. " You will 
 come ; please say you will. I believe you are the most sensi- 
 ble young woman I ever met" 
 
 " Mamma must be consulted," was the only answer Lillie 
 gave him. 
 
 " Thanks," said Sir Richard, leaning forward to kiss 
 Lillie's hand, which she quickly withdrew, her dark eyes 
 flashing like fire, while upon her lovely face there appeared 
 an expression of haughty pride, which seemed to say 
 " Be you prince or nobleman I allow no one to take 
 such liberty," which only added an additional charm to 
 her exquisite face, and caused the irrepressible young lord 
 to fairly worship her. He jumped out of the carriage to 
 assist Miss Fanny, and they soon resumed their hilarity. 
 
 Returning to Maidestone they visited the nail mills, 
 the manager, Mr. Thomas, escorting them. Thomas was 
 a thorough mechanic, artizan, and gentleman, a happy and 
 extremely useful combination in any country.
 
 134 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 
 
 He knew a great deal more than he dared or cared to tell 
 about Sir Richard, and when he saw Miss Margate's sweet 
 face in his company, he suspected that the attraction to 
 the mills for his lordship was the company and not the 
 supposed interest in their welfare 
 
 The walk about the seething furnaces and mechanical 
 contrivances proved very interesting to Lillie, as Sir Rich- 
 ard discussed their various uses. 
 
 " Now those men," he said, " are feeders;" pointing to 
 the nailers ; ' ' see what a respectable lot they are. They 
 draw very large pay, I tell you far more than many law- 
 yers or rectors of country churches. 
 
 "These poor fellows," pointing to the feeders, " work 
 harder and do not get half the pay." 
 
 " Quite unfair," said Lillie, looking them over, "but 
 they dress better and seem to pay little attention to their 
 surroundings." 
 
 Thomas was nearly choking as he suppressed a good 
 laugh. " He has got it precisely wrong," he said to Miss 
 Fanny. 
 
 Fanny replied, " Sir Richard seems to be very much en- 
 tertained with my friend, Miss Margate, does he not? " 
 
 " How long have they been acquainted? " said Thomas, 
 with a business air. 
 
 " Only a short time. They met at our house last night 
 for the first tune. He is so nice," said Fanny, with a half 
 sigh. 
 
 Thomas hesitated a moment before replying. 
 
 " Yes, he is nice, that is, what young ladies, who do not 
 know such a man, usually term nice." 
 
 " Why, Mr. Thomas, what do you meau? " 
 
 " I must only give you a hint. It would not do for me 
 to say any more, Miss Fanny. He visits a certain fashion-
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 135 
 
 able lady iu London, Lady Cawthorne; he may desire to 
 invite you and Miss Margate to attend one of these recep- 
 tions ; all I must say to you is, Don't go ! " 
 
 The carriage brought back the merry visitors. Sir 
 Richard returned to London. Fanny Tupper surprised 
 Lillie by whispering to her as they kissed and parted: 
 
 " Don't go to Lady Cawthorne's." 
 
 * * * # * # 
 
 James Darrow had passed a restless night in his Ameri- 
 can abode; occasionally he lost himself in a fitful slumber, 
 but he heard the clock strike all the hours till daylight, 
 when he fell into a deep sleep. In a dream he thought 
 he saw Lillie with her face turned away from him. He 
 was not superstitious, but he had never seen her in his 
 imaginings, except when the light of her face beamed up- 
 on him like a guiding star, conveying hope and strength. 
 He awoke and tossed about upon his pillow uneasily. " It 
 could not be. Turned from me I Oh, could I but see her 
 face again! " he exclaimed. " One reassuring look, one 
 sweet smile." 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 A few days after Lillie returned home she decided to go 
 to Thorpe's office again, and arrange to send for Charles. 
 
 She had struggled hard to overcome her inclination to 
 attend Lady Cawthorne's reception in London. Her 
 mother favored it, which made it harder still. 
 
 " What has my poor Charles suffered? What a selfish 
 girl I am. Pooh! Sir Richard I Pshaw! Nothing but 
 a flirt and flatterer ! " She pouted her pretty mouth and 
 shook her head. " I will not go there and be made a tar- 
 get for their critical eyes. I won't go ! " and she stamped 
 that graceful foot and jarred the lamps in her room. 
 
 But then the loadstone of curiosity will draw with
 
 136 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 twice the strength of a woman's determination. Then a 
 doubt came. 
 
 " Perhaps I am doing a very foolish thing to keep up 
 this clandestine courtship with Charles Landsdowne," she 
 sighed. " It may cause me more trouble than I can bear. 
 What shall I do? I will go to the London party. No, I 
 won't. What a vacillating thing I am. I don't know 
 what to do. Yes; I will be true to my first and only 
 love," and she burst into a flood of tears. 
 
 Believing a ride would do her good and having promised 
 to mail some letters for her father, she hadWallie hitch up 
 the pony and went to town. 
 
 " I will speak to Thorpe, the enthusiastic but at the 
 same time constant, matter-of-fact Thorpe." 
 
 Arriving at the lawyer's office she found Thorpe engaged 
 with Jerricks, the detective. Thorpe arose, and dismissed 
 Jerricks. He was so excited about his interview with 
 the detective that he unintentionally omitted to salute his 
 " lovely ally," as he called Lillie, except as a farmer would 
 salute a merchant to whom he wanted to sell a load of 
 hay. 
 
 ' ' Your view is correct. Jerricks says you have struck 
 it. His theory exactly, and he is willing to stake his 
 reputation now that Lindley fired the fatal shot. He has 
 discovered by the aid of a microscope, that the pickles 
 were pulled out and not fired. Why, the parts of the very 
 cartridge have been found, pulled to pieces, not exploded. 
 The spiral screw on the end of the ramrod fits the holes 
 made in the cartridge, and Charles Landsdowne is safe." 
 
 The latter sentence was delivered with a powerful ora- 
 torical emphasis. 
 
 After a few minutes' conversation Lillie talked of the
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 137 
 
 party at Tupper's, and mentioned Sir Richard Cartwright's 
 name. As the words escaped from her lips, Thorpe, who 
 had resumed his seat, jumped to his feet, and exclaimed: 
 
 " The biggest scoundrel in England ! " 
 
 " Why, you astonish me, Mr. Thorpe." 
 
 " Yes, my dear young lady, but I know what I am talk- 
 ing about. Have nothing to do with him, Miss Margate. 
 Avoid him as you would a snake. Why! Why, this is 
 terrible ! Terrible but true, and many true things are 
 terrible, and I could tell you things about him which are 
 indeed terrible! The young monster! Stories which 
 would be unfit for your innocent ears ! The young heart- 
 breaker ! " 
 
 Lillie thanked Thorpe and wended her way to Tupper's. 
 
 " Heart-breaker is it, indeed! Oh, that is not all! I 
 am not afraid of him, the egotist." 
 
 Upon meeting Fanny she was still more surprised to 
 learn that Mrs. Tupper and Fanny had been invited to 
 Lady Cawthorne's reception, and Mrs. Tupper had re- 
 solved to go, and that was all Fanny could say. 
 
 " But, Fanny, what in the world made you whisper 
 those alarming and portentous words when we last met, 
 and then so decisively change your mind? " said Lillie, 
 somewhat provoked. 
 
 " Why, I must tell you all, my pet," said Fanny, tak- 
 ing Lillie by the hand, patronizingly. " Mr. Thomas, the 
 superintendent of the mill, gave me a hint about Sir Rich- 
 ard and Lady Cawthorne, and I mentioned it to mamma 
 when the invitation came, but she only said, 'Fudge! 
 that Mr. Thomas has always some wonderful gossip to re- 
 late, or knows of some great strike or happening about to 
 take place, which never does.' Mamma does not believe 
 a thing against Sir Richard, except that he may be a little
 
 138 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 wild, and she says his face indicates that even that accusa 
 tion is exaggerated." 
 
 This strategy of Sir Richard's in inviting the Tuppers 
 was a clinching argument, and Lillie determined to go, 
 come what would. 
 
 On her way home Lillie called again at Thorpe's to 
 learn when she should convey news to Landsdowne, Be- 
 fore she left Thorpe had dictated a cablegram, which read : 
 
 "DARROW : All safe, return at once. 
 
 (Signed,) THORPE."
 
 CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 CURIOSITY. 
 
 " He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find 
 The loftiest peaks most wrapped in clouds and snow." 
 
 The amount of curiosity developed in a young woman of 
 twenty has never yet been ascertained by weight or 
 measurement ; suffice it to say that it will at times out- 
 weigh all the sound judgment with which she may be 
 endowed, and occasionally rush her into the very jaws of 
 danger and intrigue. 
 
 Lillie Margate had, after her visit to Thorpe's, fully de- 
 cided not to attend Lady Cawthorne's reception. But the 
 Tupper's were going, and, worse than all, she had just 
 noticed in the Illustrated London News a graphic descrip- 
 tion and elaborate artistic representation of a late royal 
 reception. "Mamma is almost crazy to have me go; I 
 will not be over-polite to him. Sir ! Sir ! Sir! The horrid 
 monster!" she exclaimed, as she shook her graceful little 
 head with determination. 
 
 ******* 
 
 On the deck of one of the magnificent vessels of the In- 
 man Line one peaceful night, Charles Landsdowne sat 
 watching the long line of silver the calm sea reflected from 
 the moon. He had smoked his third cigar. 
 
 He was in a quiet frame of mind, meditating over his 
 immediate future. Every revolution of the great wheel 
 was carrying him nearer to .England and those he loved. 
 Now came to his vision the same pale and lovely girl. Her 
 
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 140 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 eyes he would soon look into. Her encouraging words soon 
 hear. 
 
 Only to be near her, only to see her face again. 
 
 " All safe, return at once." These words were a light 
 from a light-house peering through the darkness of his dis- 
 content, bringing hope and safety to his shipwrecked soul. 
 
 " God bless her," he would say, and then cruel fancies 
 would arise and horrible suspicions would come. 
 
 "Perhaps it may not turn out as she supposes. Never 
 mind, Heaven protect her. Should fate turn against me 
 I will thank her and bless her, respect and love her for all 
 she has done." Old Tom's haggard features came before 
 him. The wrecked life, a grand and eloquent lecture on 
 the misfortunes of an honest man. "Poor old man, what 
 a heart, to leave me the wealth that should have been used 
 in his life for his comfort and support." 
 
 A few days after the vessel steamed proudly into Liver- 
 pool, and Landsdowne went immediately to London, where 
 he intended to converse with Thorpe before giving himself 
 into the hands of the law.
 
 CHAPTER XX. 
 
 THE SQUIEE AND THE CLUB. " CASTLES IN THE AIR." 
 
 Squire Landsdowne, since the departure of his son and 
 the election to parliament of Archibald Margate, seemed to 
 lose all interest in Landsdowne Hall. He visited London 
 quite often and there became acquainted with several 
 members of a mercantile club; being an old gentleman of 
 convivial tastes, he soon formed the habit of enjoying his 
 evenings away from home ; so much so, that it soon got 
 whispered about the neighborhood, that the old Squire 
 was taking his dinners too late and his potations too fre- 
 quently. 
 
 Every business or social club has its Mulberry Sellers, 
 and it was to the great projects and marvelous schemes of 
 a certain enthusiast and visionary named Felix Brandon, 
 that Squire Landsdowne gave ear and thought. 
 
 One night Mr. Brandon had a wonderful scheme to 
 elucidate. It was to buy up the stock of a certain foreign 
 corporation, " water it," and thereby reap a golden 
 harvest. 
 
 " An entire mint in it, my dear Squire," Felix would 
 say, with his arm on the Squire's shoulder familiarly, con- 
 veying in his tone a magnetic enthusiasm which would 
 almost raise the confiding Squire's hair. 
 
 Mr. Brandon had made a study of the manner of 
 approaching men with capital. He had done this all his 
 life. There was an air of profound secrecy in his man-
 
 142 TELE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 ner. No one should overhear their conversation. They 
 sat together in a high-backed old-fashioned settee, gazing 
 into the bright coals, the medium through whose ruddy 
 light are usually seen the unfinished and undefined mythical 
 Spanish castles, which so seldom are completed. 
 
 " I am almost afraid," said the Squire, " that it will be 
 impossible for me to raise the sufficient sum 30,000 is 
 a considerable sum to put in your hands in a week, the 
 time allotted to close this important purchase. I have 
 expended considerable on my place during the past few 
 years. " Felix Brandon, Esq. , put his long forefinger across 
 his prominent forehead and looked again into the red coals 
 for a full minute. Then sipping his half emptied glass of 
 port, he said slowly and cautiously, "I believe it will 
 take but 25,000 at the start, Squire," as if 25,000 was a 
 mere trifle to such a monied magnate as Felix Brandon, 
 Esq. " Or, my dear Squire, how thoughtless I am. Why ? 
 I can advance you part of the sum ; I never thought of 
 that;" turning about on the settee so as to face the Squire, 
 he said, " I do not really see the necessity of your raising 
 one penny over 20,000 at present. In fact I am positive 
 I can move the rest." Move was a pet word with Brandon. 
 He could move anything with the necessary cash on hand. 
 The Squire was delighted at the reduction of the sum. 
 The fumes of the port on top of a layer of good old brandy 
 which he had taken at supper, were strengthening his 
 determination to go into the scheme. 
 
 Felix Brandon was a dealer in stocks. He occupied an 
 office on Bond street and dealt in all manner of securities. 
 He was frequently engaged by prominent bankers and cor- 
 porations to unload stocks which by reason of a prospective 
 decline were not considered good property. No actual 
 charge of dishonesty had ever been laid at his door, but
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 143 
 
 he did not stand as high among the better class of brokers 
 as he might. He was reserved and told his business 
 to no one. He was visionary to such a degree that 
 he had wrecked three fortunes of his own. At the 
 club he was careful to seldom introduce any business 
 negotiations with other brokers, or members of the Ex- 
 change. Knowing something of the Squire's nature by 
 observation, he had studied up his wealth; he knew, in fact, 
 that 20,000 was about all the Squire could well afford to 
 lose. 
 
 4 'I will go in," the Squire at length remarked, "I 
 can raise the sum." 
 
 "Now, I would suggest as a matter of precaution, 
 my doar Squire, that I guarantee you from any loss." 
 This was another pet phrase of Brandon's guarantee. 
 
 " Also I know that the stock of this company can be so 
 manipulated that we will clear ninety per cent; yes, ninety 
 per cent, in three months. What will the great * M. P.' 
 Margate say then? What will all the Maidestone people 
 say then?" 
 
 The Squire, looking again into the ambitious coals, 
 pondered over these pointed arguments so well put 
 by the crafty Brandon. When the sturdy Squire once 
 made up his mind he was as firm as a rock. " Well, sir, I 
 will do it," he said, turning to Brandon, whose nerves 
 were quivering at the Squire's hesitation. 
 
 " Let us shake on it," replied the adroit Brandon, rising 
 
 and extending his trembling hand. 
 
 ****** * 
 
 The killing frost of life is when we awake from a dream 
 of confidence in a fellow mortal, and find that we have not 
 only misplaced our confidence, friendship and esteem, but 
 our funds.
 
 144 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 It took Squire Landsdowne just one month to discover 
 that Felix Brandon, private banker and dealer in stocks, 
 had merely laid a trap for him , baiting the same with 
 bombastic eloquence, garnished with roasted and savory 
 falsehoods, and that he, Squire Landsdowne, was the inno- 
 cent and unsuspecting rabbit that had been caught, cer- 
 tainly and decisively. 
 
 The wonderful advantages of the foreign corporation 
 seemed to evaporate into exceedingly fine vapor, no 
 matter how much the same stock was watered. It 
 was the last meeting he had intended to hold with Mr. F. 
 Brandon. His counsel advised him to put no more money 
 into the scheme; not even to hire him and spend money in 
 law fees. To commence criminal proceedings against Mr. 
 Brandon and his confederates was the only means at his 
 command to recover any portion of his money, and even 
 then the prospect of proving anything was doubtful. But 
 still retaining a remnant of faith in Brandon, the Squire 
 called to plead with him. The artful broker was sur- 
 prised at the demand of the Squire. " Why, we are on 
 the very eve of success," and he begged and implored that 
 the Squire should put in just a few thousand more. Cha- 
 grined and disgusted the Squire left the club-room, slam- 
 ming the door, and declared it was the last slam he would 
 ever give the door of the "Merchants', and Country Gen- 
 tlemen's Club." 
 
 " No son, no fortune, no friends," he exclaimed bitterly 
 as he walked down the steps, his voice full of emotion, 
 his eyes down in deep meditation. He almost stumbled 
 into the arms of a passer-by, who had evidently overheard 
 his last remark. The pedestrian looked up hurriedly 
 with an exclamation of joy. " My God, it is my boy !" ex- 
 claimed the elder of the two, as he clasped his arms
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 145 
 
 firmly around Charles Landsdowne's neck and wept like 
 a child. 
 
 All his earthly troubles were merged in the one great 
 comfort: " My boy is alive and safe." 
 
 " Cheer up, father, never mind your loss. We will go 
 to work and make it up again." 
 
 " Oh, Charles, my darling boy, why did you not let me 
 know where you were. My boy! My boy!" ho repeated, 
 keeping his strong arm tightly about him. "You will 
 never leave me again, will you?" 
 
 On the way to the station they passed a brilliantly 
 lighted mansion. A grand ball was in progress. Charles 
 Lanclsdowne noticed as they walked by, the name hewed 
 in tho carriage foot-stone, 
 
 CAWTHOENE. 
 
 On the train to Maidestone Squire Landsdowne's Saxon 
 grit overcame his weaker emotions, when he learned the 
 true story of the accident, and all the fight in the old 
 man's nature was aroused. 
 
 * ' Not guilty, my boy, that is all I want to know, and I 
 dare the world, I dare the world."
 
 CHAPTER XXI. 
 
 LADY CAWTHORNE. 
 
 "No visor does become black villainy 
 Bo well &B soft and tender flattery/' 
 
 Flattery, thou double-faced siren, wilt thoudare seduce the 
 innocent and pure alike with the brazen and the bad? 
 
 The great halls and palace drawing-rooms of gay Lady 
 
 Cawthorne's elaborate London mansion fairly gleamed 
 with gasaliers rich curtains, massive mirrors with ponder- 
 ous frames, rare paintings of fabulous value, carpets as 
 velvety as a meadow lawn all that art could suggest 
 and wealth procure. 
 
 Carriages were coming, greetings exchanged. 
 
 " What a glorious night we'll have, Simpkins," said Sir 
 Eichard Cartright to a young swell, who leaned languidly 
 against the mammoth staircase. 
 
 "Ah, yes, Witchard," was the effeminate reply. 
 
 " By Jove, I won't, unless a certain party comes, 
 Simp," said Richard, digging Mr. Simpkins rather hard in 
 the ribs. 
 
 " Say, old fellow, p way, don't be so demonstrative," re- 
 plied the swell. 
 
 " Wait till you see her the belle of Kent." 
 
 "Belle of Kent! Ha! Ha! Didn't knaw Kent 
 evahhada belle," and Mr. Mortimer Simpkins looked up 
 languidly at the bright roguish face of Sir Richard to see 
 if his joke was appreciated. 
 
 "Wait, old man, till you see her; wait till you turn
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 147 
 
 those tired eyes of yours upon her. It will refresh them, 
 you old deceiver," and he digged Mr. Simpkins again in 
 the ribs. 
 
 " It seems to me, Witchard, you are deucedly playful to- 
 night ; would you, deah boy, exhibit respwect for my shirt 
 fwont,if not for my wibs?" 
 
 Eichard moved away towards the door. " I wish she 
 would come," A merry voice followed by a matronly 
 lad}' ; then another light merry voice and a very heavy 
 matronly lady. 
 
 "Good," exclaimed Sir Bichard, throwing away all 
 formality, and rushing to the door he welcomed them like 
 a son and a brother. 
 
 Lillie's good resolutions not to be over sociable with Sir 
 Eichard floated away in the perfumed atmosphere of the 
 gorgeous parlors. 
 
 Lady Cawthorne was a woman who had wonderful control 
 over herself. Cradled and raised in a society of London, 
 which glittered more by the display of wealth than the 
 honest gleam of refinement and honor. She was an 
 actress born, but had never appeared before the foot- 
 lights a beautiful society woman, with all the graces that 
 the art of etiquette can bestow. Powerful to a wonder- 
 ful degree in ability to entertain. Offering to the visitor 
 a loving smile of welcome, so enthusiastic, "So happy to 
 see you. You are so welcome!" 
 
 Shaking both hands of Lillie's at once, and kissing her 
 fondly, she exclaimed: " My dear, good girl, I am so 
 happy to think you accepted my invitation. Come with 
 me, I will wait upon you myself." 
 
 Tripping nimbly up stairs, she helped Lillie and Mrs. 
 Tupper disrobe. First tiino she had done anything of 
 the sort for years. When she walked down stairs she
 
 148 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 hissed between her teeth : " The little country minx, how 
 pretty she is." 
 
 Lillie was robed magnificently, but entirely void of 
 ornaments. Every eye in the room was constantly turn- 
 ing upon her. 
 
 " Who is she? Who is she? " asked several ladies of 
 Sir Richard. 
 
 "The belle of Kent!" he answered, proudly. 
 
 The belle of Kent became whispered about, and many 
 sought an introduction. Lillie was at first slightly em- 
 barrassed, but as the excitement increased and the ball 
 proceeded, she found herself becoming enchanted by 
 the dazzling display, and her innocent heart palpitated 
 with delight and triumph at being regarded the belle of 
 the evening, where shone so many lovely competitors 
 for that honor. 
 
 As the evening progressed, Lady Cawthorne called Lil- 
 lie to one side, saying patronizingly in her too susceptible 
 ear: " Why, my dear, do you know that you have created 
 quite a sensation, you lovely little thing? I was not 
 aware when Sir Richard told me he was going to invite 
 the loveliest girl in Kent that I would find his promise so 
 happily verified," and she gave Lillie an affectionate and 
 admiring kiss. 
 
 An hour later Lady Cawthorne stood in the main hall. 
 Looking through the reception-room door, she saw Sir 
 Richard talking earnestly to Lillie. Lady Cawthorne's 
 eyes were fixed on him like a basilisk. 
 
 " Curse him and his new-found country jade," were 
 precisely the words this lady of social rank spoke. As 
 she turned upon her dainty heel she almost ran into Mor- 
 timer Simpkins, to whom she laughingly apologized, when 
 her heart was as heavy as lead.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 149 
 
 This woman was in love with Kichard. 
 
 Henry Cawthorne, baronet, was wholly wrapped in 
 business; owner and manager of an immense fortune. His 
 sole purpose in life seemed to be the study of its increase. 
 He was building a railroad in India, and had been absent 
 five months. 
 
 He cared nothing for society. " If I can only keep my 
 pretty wife at home with her everlasting receptions till I 
 have this road running in good shape," he said to a friend, 
 " I will consider I am in excellent luck." 
 
 He wrote to her once a month. 
 
 His last letter contained a full description of a bridge 
 they were building over a pass in the mountains. He con- 
 cluded with the following words of affection : 
 
 " Dear little woman, I sincerely hope you are en- 
 joying yourself, I was much pleased with the description 
 of your last delightful reception ; get up another. Do any 
 thing you like to pass the time, my pet, and keep you in- 
 terested till my return. Your husband, 
 
 CAWTHORNE." 
 
 Sir Richard Cartwright little believed when he invited 
 Lillie Margate to Lady Cawthorne's that before two 
 hours would pass in her company he would be so head 
 over heels in love with that young country lady, that with- 
 out her, life to him would be a burdensome blank. "There 
 she is," he said, rapturously, " and why is it I cannot turn 
 my eyes from her one moment? Brace up, old man," he 
 said to himself, " and don't give way to this ridiculous 
 passion." 
 
 Supper was over and those present were conversing in 
 small groups. Lillie was sitting in the front parlor, 
 near a window fronting .the main street. The lamps
 
 150 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 surrounding the mansion lit up the trees and shrubbery. 
 Sir Richard came and asked permission to sit beside her, 
 which was granted. Sir Richard seemed to have lost his 
 cheerfulness. 
 
 " I want to have a little talk with you," he said. 
 
 " I wondered where you had gone," Lillie replied. 
 
 " I must confess I was ungallant in not excusing my- 
 self, but I was afraid I might exceed my welcome by 
 pursuing you too ardently. Why did you come to this 
 front window?" 
 
 " I love to look out on the street. It is such a change 
 for us from the country to see the brilliantly lighted 
 streets." 
 
 " How I wish you lived in London; how I could 
 enjoy your company to the opera and the theatres, and 
 what a delightful time we could all have. Lady Caw- 
 thorne is so very fond of you." 
 
 "She is a lovely lady; one of the most fascinating I 
 ever met." 
 
 " I used to think so," said Cartwright, sadly, looking 
 out of the window, " but well I won't say it. You will 
 accuse me of flattering." 
 
 " Well, you are becoming so matter-of-fact, sir* of late, 
 that I may have changed my mind as to that." 
 
 " Now, you believe me to be a flirt, Miss Margate? " 
 He put this question decisively. 
 
 "Now, don't ask me such a leading question. You 
 remind me of our lawyer, Mr. Thorpe, when you talk 
 that way." 
 
 At the mention of this name Sir Richard changed color. 
 
 " Thorpe, Thorpe, that name is familiar. Where does 
 he reside?"
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 151 
 
 " In Maidestone. I have heard him mention your name." 
 
 " My name?" and Sir Richard grew a shade paler. 
 
 " Nothing very strange in that," she said. "You are 
 well known in Maidestone." 
 
 Sir Richard, resuming his self-complacency and sus- 
 pecting Miss Margate may have heard a small particle too 
 much concerning him, opened Ms battery of self-defence, 
 thus: 
 
 " Miss Margate, were you acquainted with the ways of 
 the world as I am, you would conclude that the ways of a 
 young lord are not all pleasantness and peace. For the past 
 five years I have been, to a certain extent, slandered and 
 blackmailed ; that is, I happen to be an intimate friend of 
 
 Lord , and I will admit that while out on many a 
 
 little lark together, which was really nothing more than 
 boys' play, we may have done some things which laid us 
 open to censure and criticism; but, telling the truth, 
 I personally Avas not to blame. In order to shield him 
 (on account of his mother), in a spirit of boyish reckless- 
 ness I allowed myself to be compromised. Not wishing to 
 bore you with any account of our escapades, I merely 
 want to ask one thing, and that is, do not come to a con- 
 clusion about me without sifting the accusation, and you 
 will find that I have been perfectly honorable, although 
 very foolishly I have allowed my name to be connected 
 with a rather scandalous proceeding." 
 
 Talk of this kind to a country girl of Lillie's temperament 
 caused her to look upon Sir Richard as u loyal friend and a 
 a sincere martyr. 
 
 "I am exceedingly sorry for you," she said, biting her 
 lips. " You are brave, but I can scarcely see the necessity 
 of your fidelity to such a reckless confrere"
 
 152 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAlkfP. 
 
 " The public are too fond of coupling his name with some 
 intrigue, and the truth of the whole matter is, Miss Mar- 
 gate, that there was really nothing in the accusation that 
 would cause your cheek to blush, or your sweet lips to cry 
 shame." 
 
 Lillie looked out of the window at the bright lights 
 pensively. 
 
 Sir Richard had moved a little closer to ner on the sofa. 
 
 " Would that this night could last always," he said, in 
 a sorrowful manner. His big, sincere eyes looking into 
 Lillie's face. 
 
 " You don't really mean that," she said, puzzled as to 
 his meaning. 
 
 " Miss Margate, why do you always believe me insincere. 
 Sincerity has been the motto of the Cartwrights for ages." 
 
 "I don't know. You have told me so many wonderful 
 things that your stories seem like fairy tales." 
 
 " Yes, and you seem like a bright, fairy enchantress, 
 who has crossed my path. Why, I know not." 
 
 Lillie, becoming agitated at Sir Richard's earnestness, 
 moved slightly away from him. 
 
 Looking into his boyish, pleasant face, she saw nothing 
 but truth and honor. She was sorry for him for the mo- 
 ment. 
 
 " You will go home to-morrow and leave me here so 
 lonely," he said, persuasively. "I am almost sorry we 
 met." 
 
 "Sorry? Why?" she said, innocently. 
 
 " Why? Miss Margate, will I tell you the truth?" 
 
 The music had recommenced. They were dancing in 
 the adjoining parlor. Lillie was still gazing out into the 
 lighted street.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TEAMP. 153 
 
 " The truth is, Miss Lillie Margate, I love you with all 
 my soul." 
 
 As Sir Richard spoke these words two men passed the 
 window arm in arm. The light gleamed on the face of 
 Charles Landsdowne. Lillie Margate uttered a piercing 
 shriek and tainted.
 
 CHAPTER XXII. 
 
 THE BUTTERFLY SOCIETY OF LONDON. 
 " Trust not him that seems a saint." 
 
 " I never knew her to faint that way in all my life," said 
 Mrs. Margate, anxiously. 
 
 ' ' It was something she saw out of the window, I be- 
 lieve," said Sir Richard, excitedly; "I am sure I saw 
 nothing; we were chatting pleasantly about London." 
 
 Recovering from her faint Lillie retired to her room 
 with Mrs. Tupper, her mamma, and several ladies. 
 
 The guests were departing, and Lillie and her mother 
 and Mrs. and Miss Tupper were to remain till the ensuing 
 day. 
 
 Mrs. Tupper had enjoyed the evening thoroughly, talked 
 with every one, and insisted on dancing, to the infinite 
 delight of Mortimer Simpkins, who more than once peered 
 at her through his single-barrelled e} T e-glass, saying: 
 
 " By Jove, she's a doocedly clevah old lady, and ex- 
 ceedingly fond of fun." 
 
 Lillie had gone down stairs to recover a lost fan. As 
 she looked out of the window where she had been sitting 
 with Sir Richard, her attention was attracted to a drunken 
 man on the street whom an officer was lugging along as 
 best he could. 
 
 " Ah, there is the dark side of life in this groat city," 
 Lillie exclaimed. " Under t^e lamps of gay society all is
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 155 
 
 peaceful, promising and happy ; out on the streets the 
 miserable wrecks of broken lives wander about, cold, 
 hungry and forsaken." 
 
 Thus pondering, she heard steps in the hall. It was Sir 
 Richard; he was conversing with Lady Cawthorne, who 
 had accompanied him to the door. Lady Cawthorne 
 ordered the butler to retire. Lillie, fearing she should be 
 seen, stood in the shadow of the large window curtain. 
 She noticed by the tone of Lady Cawthorne's voice, that 
 she was angry at Sir Richard. Lillie's ear caught every 
 remarkable word. 
 
 " Dick, you're a naughty, miserable flirt, that's just 
 what you are, and I've a good mind not to kiss you good- 
 night; I've been so jealous all the evening that I am half 
 sick." 
 
 " Now, sweetheart, that is a magnificent condition of 
 things. You jealous of that little country thing! Why, 
 I merely wanted to have a little flirtation; that's all, so 
 help me, darling. Now forgive me, I will never do so 
 again." Lillie was dumbfounded and crouched down on 
 the floor. 
 
 " Yes, but she is so lovely." 
 
 " Yes, rather, but no sense; green as a meadow. I am 
 all over my semi-infatuation now. Sweet countess, kiss 
 me ; that Louis Roderer (wine) went to my head and I 
 made a fool of myself. Yes, just one little kiss ; I love 
 you better than a thousand simple maids of Kent." 
 
 * ' No, I shall not. You're as mean as mean can be. 1 
 hated you to-night. You ought to have seen me look at 
 her ; my eyes must have flashed. Kiss rne ; there, now go." 
 
 " Sweet countess, shall we go to the opera to-morrow 
 evening?" 
 
 " No, the next evening. I feel better now ; 
 
 The Millionaire Tramp 1\\
 
 15G THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 I'm all over my tantrum ; you love me, don't you ? Come 
 and see me the minute these people go. Now, remem- 
 ber," and she put her arm lovingly around his neck. " No 
 more flirtations with the belle of Kent. The little 
 wretch," added Lady Cawthorne. " She was in high glory 
 to-night, wasn't she? She believed herself admired by 
 the entire assemblage." 
 
 ' ' Curiosity and admiration are very far apart," suggested 
 Richard. 
 
 "Good-night, love," and the door slammed. 
 
 Lillie's first impulse was to wish she could sink through 
 the floor where she lay, and leave London by a direct route 
 via the center of the earth. Her next was to inform her 
 mother, but this she knew would cause a scene, and the 
 Oh, my! should Mrs. Tupper hear of it, great goodness! 
 She would pack up and leave the house at midnight or any 
 other time. I must keep this also a secret." 
 
 " Well, that is London society," she continued. " I 
 have had enough. To think I have even listened to 
 tales of love from that brute. No wonder the apparition 
 of Charles Landsdowne's honest face appeared through the 
 window and frightened me into a faint. Charles Lands- 
 downe. God bless him ; now I know his worth. Never 
 again shall I look at Sir Richard Cartwright." Over- 
 whelmed with shame and disgust by what she had heard 
 and witnessed, Lillie sought her room as soon as Lady 
 Cawthorne retired. She longed for sleep to hide the un- 
 pleasant vision of Sir Richard and Lady Cawthorne from 
 her thoughts. 
 
 " Fanny," she said to Miss Tupper; she was rubbing her 
 eyes and was half awake. " What do you think of all 
 this?" 
 
 " Oh, it' so tiresome," yawned Fanny, who had not half
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 157 
 
 enjoyed herself. ( Yawn.) What do you think about it 
 Lillie? " 
 
 " I ? Why, I have seen enough ; plenty I The hollow 
 shams of city society cannot be compared to the honest, 
 respectable and true joyousness of a good, old-fashioned 
 country party.
 
 CHAPTER XXIII. 
 
 HOME. 
 
 " And like a bird that from the flowers, 
 Wing-weary seeks her wanted nest, 
 My spirit, e'en in manhood's hours, 
 Turns back in childhood's home to rest" 
 
 '* Charles Landsdowne is at home," were the words that 
 greeted them on their arrival at Maidestone. 
 
 And when the Margate family carriage, which met them 
 in the town, pulled up at the front door of their home, 
 Wallie assisted them out. Lillie waited to ask him the 
 news. 
 
 "Your laddie has gang to his name," whispered Wallie, 
 pointing towards Landsdowne Hall. 
 
 He had raised his cap, and as he turned toward Lillie he 
 exhibited a portentous look upon his wrinkled face. 
 
 " Is he at home ? " 
 
 " The officers called th' morning; I fully spected to see 
 them pass here, bairn, wie him, puir lad." He shook his 
 head ominously. 
 
 " There they be, now. Nae, there's bit one, tither has 
 stayed wie young meister." Soon a vehicle passed the 
 gate with but one officer in it and no Landsdowne. Then 
 Thorpe's sulky came in sight. 
 
 " Wallie ! Wallie ! " said Lillie, excitedly. ' Put the 
 pony in the gig at once ; I want to see Mr. Thorpe." 
 
 Wallie obeyed and Lillie's fleet-footed pony overtook 
 Thorpe's lazy cob in a few minutes.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 159 
 
 "Home? " said Lillie, as she drove her pony neck and 
 neck with Thorpe's bob-tail. Thorpe was startled at the 
 unexpected visit. 
 
 " Yes, yes, my dear girl, home ; the boy is home ; I have 
 effected a temporary compromise. He is to remain at 
 home in charge of an officer until I can make an effort to 
 procure bail. I am afraid it is impossible, however, to 
 change the order of the indictment that he be held with- 
 out bail. But I will never despair till I try. At any rate 
 he will not remain a prisoner long." 
 
 " Prisoner! " said Lillie, with a shudder. " That's ter- 
 rible!" 
 
 " Here is some one coming," said Thorpe. 
 
 " Yes, I must say good-bye," replied Lillie, urging the 
 pony along and turning in to the Fielding's, to have a chat 
 with Nellie Fielding about the coming trial. 
 
 In the evening she saw a carriage pass. It contained 
 an officer and Charles Landsdowne. News had come that 
 no bail could be accepted. 
 
 She walked down to the gate as the carriage passed. 
 
 Landsdowne raised his hat with his manacled hands ; 
 she noticed a smile on his face which seemed radiant with 
 hope. She raised her handkerchief, the carriage rolled 
 along, and as she turned to retrace her steps, she wept 
 bitterly. 
 
 Old Wallie was pruning some apple trees in the orchard. 
 He had witnessed the scene. " He'el ne'er coom back, 
 my puir lassie, he'el ne'er coom back," he exclaimed, out of 
 her hearing. 
 
 Charles Landsdowne's reception by his mother was 
 affecting to a painful degree. Since the Squire had almost 
 forsaken Landsdowne Hall, she had become full of vague 
 doubts and fears for him. Grief during the past year had
 
 160 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 added much to the weight of her declining years. There- 
 fore, when she saw him first, instead of experiencing the 
 joy a mother feels for the return of her boy, she hid her 
 hands and wept as though her heart would break. 
 
 After a few assuring remarks and comforting words from 
 him she soon resumed her former cheerfulness and blessed 
 him for his bravery in coming back. " Now I know you 
 are innocent, my blessed boy," spoke the mother, as she 
 again folded him to her heart. 
 
 The day preceding the trial, Landsdowne, for the first 
 time since his return to England, experienced a sense of 
 nervousness and evil forebodings. He looked at the grim 
 walls about him, to obtain a grain of comfort from some 
 object in view, but there was none. The warden of the 
 prison, a great friend of Thorpe's, came in with a small 
 parcel, for which Landsdowne thanked him. The com- 
 fortable looking warden whispered a reply with a know- 
 ing smile on his full face. 
 
 " This is against the rules, young friend, but I see no 
 harm in it." 
 
 The package had been torn open at one end. In the center 
 was a beautiful red rose, and attached to it a tiny card, with 
 the words, in Lillie Margate's handwriting: " Yours for- 
 ever, Lillie." Landsdowne kissed the rose several times, 
 and soon cast away all gloominess. " Yours forever," 
 sounded in his ears like a revelation from another world. 
 That night a sound, peaceful si umber brought repose to his 
 troubled mind, and when he awoke, he felt as brave and 
 reliant as if he were going on a pleasure excursion instead 
 of about to be arraigned to answer such a dreadful charge.
 
 CHAPTER XXIV. 
 
 THE TRIAL. 
 
 " Of God she stmg and of the 
 Mild attendant mercy," 
 
 'Twas a dull day in Maidestone; farmers from the neigh- 
 borhood of Landsdowne Hall arrived with their wagons to 
 attend the trial ; some of them had come prepared to stay 
 a week. 
 
 The criminal court hall in the old court house was 
 crowded, many ladies having secured front seats by com- 
 ing early. Thorpe, dressed in his best court gown , his thin 
 face shaven and a scrupulously clean appearance all about 
 him, was busily engaged examining the indictment. Jer- 
 ricks sat quietly eyeing the prisoner in the box with his 
 steely gray eyes, evidently reading a history from his 
 physiognomy. The judge, with powdered wig and black 
 gown, sat chatting to Sir Cole Jerrold, of London, as if it 
 were no new thing to preside over a murder trial. 
 
 The panel of jurymen had not yet taken their seats. The 
 clerk was about to call their names. The Queen's coun- 
 sel, Mr. Sidney Blake, was hunting up decisions from 
 various digests. Charles Landsdowne, the prisoner, was 
 seated in the odd-fashioned seat known as the prisoner's 
 box. Surrounding him were his father and several 
 acquaintances. 
 
 The jury had taken their seats. Mr. Blake commenced 
 by stating the position taken by the prosecution. He also
 
 162 THE MILLIONAIKE TltAMP. 
 
 claimed that he should prove by circumstantial as well as 
 by direct evidence that the prisoner was guilty. 
 
 Jerricks never removed his eyes for one moment from 
 Blake during his opening speech, which lasted about half 
 an hour. 
 
 Thorpe, assisted by two able lights of the London bar, 
 sat noting down every point made by Blake. Thorpe 
 responded by a few prefacing remarks prior to the intro- 
 duction of the evidence. 
 
 The first witness called for the crown was old Wallie, 
 who walked up to the witness stand with an air of 
 sadness. 
 
 He testified to finding the body of Warren Margate ; 
 the handkerchief of the prisoner stained with blood near 
 the corpse; the finding of young Margate's gun with 
 both barrels loaded ; also the gun of the prisoner with 
 one barrel evidently discharged. 
 
 He also testified to the fact of his having seen young 
 Margate alive the night previous to the affair; the carry- 
 ing of the body home, and other particulars with which 
 the reader is familiar. Mr. Blake drew out additional 
 testimony from the old gardener, much against his will, in 
 relation to the family feud having existed " lang since al 
 remimberance." 
 
 John Tague swore that Warren Margate had asked him 
 in relation to the shooting in the thicket, and that young 
 Margate had evidently gone there for that purpose and 
 no other. On the cross-examination old Tague said he 
 had heard Lindley threaten Warren Margate's life before 
 the shooting. After the physicians had testified as to the 
 post mortem examination and the cause of death, and 
 several minor witnesses as to tho flight and absence of 
 Landsdowne, the most important witness for the crown
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 163 
 
 was called, William Lindley, who stepped to the stand in 
 his usual sullen manner, amid whispering and murmuring 
 i'n the assemblage. 
 
 Lindley, who was now undergoing a sentence in prison, 
 was allowed to don citizen's clothes while giving evidence. 
 Charles Landsdowne turned as he entered and looked him 
 full in the face with a searching glance. Jerricks also 
 moved his seat and listened attentively to the evidence. 
 Liudley's face was pale but determined, knowing his 
 testimony was his only escape. 
 
 He started out by relating, in a confused way, the 
 details of the shooting, following as closely his former 
 statement as his memory would permit. He reiterated 
 emphatically that he saw Landsdowne deliberately shoot 
 young Margate in " cold blood." At the conclusion of 
 his testimony all eyes turned on the prisoner, some 
 expressing a look of sympathy, but many revenge, horror 
 and hate. 
 
 Mr. Blake here rested the case, and the court adjourned 
 for the day. 
 
 The next morning Mr. Thorpe and Sir Cole Jerrold, 
 one of the ablest cross-examiners in London, opened their 
 fortifications on Mr. Lindley, and to-day the full record 
 of this case, cited In the Old Bailey Calendar, and which 
 it would be impracticable and tedious to give here, exhib- 
 its one of the shrewdest and most effective cross-examin- 
 ations ever made of a leading witness in a trial of this 
 kind. 
 
 Sir Cole Jerrold said in a quiet, unassuming way : "Mr. 
 Lindley, do you say that you have told the court and jury 
 all that transpired on that eventful day?" 
 
 "Yes, sir."
 
 164 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 "You say positively that Charles Landsdowne com- 
 mitted the act and you saw him?" 
 
 Yes." 
 
 " What were you doing at the time? Why were you 
 there? State briefly, please." 
 
 " I were mendin' the fence, sir, for Squire Landsdowne." 
 
 " What were you doing with the musket in your 
 hands?" 
 
 Mr. Blake objected to the question. No musket was 
 brought out in the direct examination. 
 
 The Chief Justice: " The witness may answer whether 
 he had a musket or not." 
 
 Lindley turned paler and hesitated fully a minute. Sir 
 Cole continued: "The musket did not hurt you; tell u 
 about it." 
 
 " I don't remember, sir," he muttered. 
 
 " Defective memory, eh? You remembered the shoot- 
 ing quite well. Now, Mr. Lindley, tell us the truth. 
 You had the old musket that used to hang up in the store- 
 room of Landsdowne Hall, did you not?" 
 
 " I might 'ave 'ad it," scratching his head as 11 Drying 
 to think. 
 
 " Yes, you undoubtedly had," said Sir Cole, sternly. 
 
 Mr. Blake objected to this system of cross-examination, 
 but Sir Cole replied: "The system may be bad> out we 
 are getting some interesting information all the same/' 
 
 "What do you propose to prove by the musket?" 
 retorted Mr. Blake, sarcastically. 
 
 Thorpe's ferret eyes twinkled merrily. Even Jerricks 
 winked and allowed a smile to play on his hard lips. 
 
 " Well, I 'ad it, sir," finally conceded Mr. Lindley. 
 
 " Yes, you had that old musket on the day of the
 
 , THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 165 
 
 shooting, did you not, and at the time you cay you saw 
 the prisoner fire at the late Mr. Margate? " 
 
 Hesitating again. "Yes, sir." 
 
 " What were you doing with it? " 
 
 * * Oh, I h'only took it h'out in case I should scare up a 
 bit o' game, sir," answered Liudley, pleased with the 
 inventive answer. 
 
 " Well, you found the game, did you not? " 
 
 " No, sir," replied Lindley, again looking disturbed. 
 
 " You said you stood by the stone fence when you saw 
 the prisoner shoot the deceased? " 
 
 "Yes, sir." 
 
 " Now," said Sir Cole Jerrold, coming forward and look- 
 ing Lindley in the eye, " did you not stand by the stone 
 fence and shoot Warren Margate yourself ? " 
 
 Sensation in the court room. 
 
 Lindley trembled and turned deathly pale. " No no- 
 sir." 
 
 " Now, you did not shoot any game, you said? How did 
 the musket become unloaded? " 
 
 " I don't know, sir." 
 
 " Where did you find this musket? " 
 
 " In the store-room at the 'all, sir." 
 
 < When did you load it? " 
 " I didn't load it, sir. 
 
 " Oh, you were going to shoot grouse with air, were 
 you?" 
 
 "No, sir. It were loaded afore I got it." 
 
 Sir Cole Jerrold thought a moment. 
 
 " Were you in the habit of cleaning Mr. Charles Lands- 
 downe's gun ? " 
 
 44 Yes, sir."
 
 166 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 " Did you clean it the .night before he went shooting 
 that time? " 
 
 "I cleaned the h' outside, sir." 
 
 " On the ramrod there was a spiral screw, was there 
 not? " 
 
 Lindley looked aghast. "I don't know, sir." 
 
 " Yes, you do. Now, tell the truth! That is what 
 you are here for," roared Sir Cole. 
 
 " Well, I believes there were such a screw." 
 
 " Did you have any powder or shot? " 
 
 "Yes, I loaded "-- 
 
 Lindley had said too much. 
 
 "Oh, you loaded the musket with powder and shot? " 
 
 " Yes no, sir." 
 
 " Which do you mean? " 
 
 " You bother me, sir." 
 
 "Yes, I am sorry for that. But you loaded the mus- 
 ket, did you not? " 
 
 Mr. Blake denied the right of Sir Jerrold to put these 
 questions in this matter without having foundation laid 
 for them. 
 
 " The foundation will be erected after the walls, in this 
 case," he replied. 
 
 " But I seriously object," continued Blake. 
 
 " My intention is to show by the witness that the pris- 
 oner did not commit the crime alleged ; that it was com- 
 mitted by the witness." (Sensation.) 
 
 " Then I certainly will object on the ground that the 
 witness cannot be made to criminate himself, if upon no 
 other," said Blake. 
 
 This was just what Sir Cole Jerrold wanted. To put 
 the prosecution's leading witness in a shape that he could 
 not answer on the ground that he would criminate himself.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 167 
 
 Leaning over to Thorpe, Sir Cole whispered : " How 
 are we getting on? " 
 
 Thorpe answered, " Grand! Grand!" 
 
 " Then I will again ask you if Squire Landsdowne 
 allowed the farm hands to have powder and shot on the 
 premises? " 
 
 1 'No, sir." 
 
 " Where did you get the powder? " 
 
 " It was blasting pow " 
 
 " Hold," said Blake, " do not answer." 
 
 Lindley looked nonplussed. 
 
 " "Where did you get the shot? " 
 
 " For the same reason, don't answer," yelled Blake. 
 
 " You are giving your side of the case a very bad ap- 
 pearance, Mr. Blake, by refusing me this answer." 
 
 " It does not amount to anything and has no relevancy," 
 said Blake. 
 
 " Then please let him answer it to please me," said Sir 
 Cole, in a winning way." 
 
 " I don't care if he does." 
 
 " I bought it." 
 
 1 'Where?" 
 
 " I don't know, years ago in London." 
 
 " Now, are you satisfied, Sir Jerrold? " 
 
 " Yes, I am satisfied, that is untrue." 
 
 " Now, that is not right," said Blake angrily, to Sir Jer 
 rold. 
 
 " No, I am sure it is not." 
 
 " What was the number of the shot you bought in Lon- 
 don? " 
 
 " No. 5." 
 
 " Are you sure? " 
 
 " Yes, sir, I think so."
 
 168 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 Blake jumped to his feet again and demanded that his 
 witness be not compelled to answer, on the ground that he 
 might criminate himself. " I don't know how this may 
 prejudice the jury and it is illegal and not according to the 
 rules of evidence, and Sir Jerrold knows it." 
 
 " Let the cross-examination proceed,' said the Chief 
 Justice, evidently very much interested in the witness' 
 testimony. " In matters of this kind the courts will give 
 every leniency to the prisoner. But you must not forget 
 that Mr. Lindley, the witness, is not on trial." 
 
 " We'll have him on trial before long," said Sir Cole 
 Jerrold, boldly. 
 
 " What did you do with the musket after you left the 
 thicket? " 
 
 Lindley again looked bewildered at Blake to see if he 
 should answer. 
 
 " Oh, tell him," said Blake, annoyed at the question. 
 
 " I took it home." 
 
 " How was it that it was found in the thicket? " Object- 
 ed to by Blake as there was no evidence before the court. 
 
 "Only to save time, Chief Justice; we have testimony 
 to that effect." 
 
 Lindley heard the last remark and pondered on it. "I 
 may have left it in the thicket. I was so 'fraid, sir, arter 
 seein' the shootin', I didn't know what to do." 
 
 " Did you not have a quarrel with young Margate prior 
 to the shooting? " 
 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
 "And you threatened to kill him, did you not? " 
 
 "I don't recollect." 
 
 " That will do for the present." 
 
 THIRD DAY'S TRIAL. 
 
 Witnesses for the defence were called. John Wilson,*
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 169 
 
 farm hand at Laiidsdowne Hall, swore he saw the old 
 musket alluded to three days prior to the shooting; that 
 it was in the store-room, broken and unloaded; that he 
 saw Lindley repairing it the next day after his fight with 
 Margate. Details of Lindley's blackened eyes and appear- 
 ance were given. That Lindley left the house early on the 
 morning of the shooting with the old musket, or something 
 like it. Witness was at a distance. 
 
 " Did he return with it? " 
 
 " No sir; he did not have it when he returned." 
 
 That he heard Lindley threaten to kill young Margate 
 and call him terrible names. 
 
 The next witness examined was Peter. 
 
 " Don't know any other name. Folks always call me 
 * Foolish Pete.' Don't know the reason why." 
 
 Blake objected; he did not believe witness understood 
 the nature or solemnity of an oath. 
 
 " We shall see," said Sir Cole. 
 
 " Mr. Peter, where were you born? " 
 
 "Lunnun." 
 
 " Before we hear his testimony I will insist upon his 
 being examined with that object in view." 
 
 " Do you understand the nature of an oath, sir? " said 
 Blake. Peter grinned. 
 
 " Quite the proper course to take," said the Chief Jus- 
 tice. "Allow me to ask him. Where were you born? " 
 
 " In the poor house." 
 
 " You consider yourself capable to testify, do you? " 
 Peter grinned again and nodded affirmatively. 
 
 " What is an oath? " 
 
 " To swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and noth- 
 ing but the truth."
 
 170 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 " Ha, ha!" said Sir Cole, "a better definition than you 
 could give, Blake." 
 
 " Do you know what your punishment would be if you 
 swore to a falsehood? " asked the Chief Justice. 
 
 " Yaas, sir; go to hell." 
 
 " Well, that is true; but what punishment on earth? " 
 
 " Aboot four or five years in jail." (Titter in the audi- 
 ence). 
 
 " How long have you lived at Landsdowne Hall? " 
 
 "Ten years." 
 
 " Whom do you work for? " 
 
 ' ' Squire Landsdowne," pointing to the Squire. 
 
 The Chief Justice suggested that Squire Landsdowne 
 be sworn. 
 
 " Squire, do you believe this boy understands the nature 
 of an oath?" 
 
 " I am sure he does," the Squire responded. 
 
 " Can he be trusted to perform the usual chores and 
 duties about the farm? " 
 
 " Yes ; and furthermore I have always found him truth- 
 ful, honest and faithful. 
 
 " Let him be sworn," said the Chief Justice, with a toss 
 of his head at Blake's interference. 
 
 "Mr. Thorpe, examine the witness," said Sir Cole 
 Jerrold. 
 
 " Mr. Peter," said Thorpe, " where were you the even- 
 ing before Mr. Margate was killed? " 
 
 " At Landsdowne Hall." 
 
 " Did you see Lindley that evening? " 
 
 " Yaas," nodding his head. 
 
 " Where was he? " 
 
 "In back kitchen." 
 
 " What was he doing? "
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 171 
 
 " Fixin' auld musket." 
 
 " Did you see him load the musket? " 
 
 " Yaas." 
 
 " Where did he get the powder? " 
 
 " It was the blastin' powder from the barn. I knowed 
 where he got it." 
 
 " Where did he get the shot? " Peter grinned at the 
 query and looked at the jury. Every eye in the court 
 room was riveted upon him and a deep silence prevailed. 
 
 "He pulled it out of Maester Charles' gun with the 
 ramrod." 
 
 " Who told you to say this? " exclaimed Blake. Peter 
 grinned at him, not deigning a reply. 
 
 " He pulled out the shot, piece by piece, this way," and 
 Peter described, in his idiotic way which was dramatic 
 owing to the intense interest prevailing, even Blake 
 being silenced for the nonce how Lindley twisted the 
 ramrod to break the cartridge. 
 
 " When he loaded the musket did he put the shot or 
 powder in first? " interrupted Blake. 
 
 Peter looked at him sarcastically. "Ain't you smart?" 
 was all the answer he gave the Queen's counsel. Laugh- 
 ter and suppressed applause. 
 
 " He loaded the old musket. I thought he was foolin' 
 at first. Then I went out to feed the dogs. When 1 
 corned back he didn't see I." 
 
 " What did he say?" 
 
 " He were mutterin' to hisself." 
 
 " Do you remember what words you heard? " 
 
 "Yaas. He said he'd he'd "looking at the Chief 
 Justice he asked, " Can I say the bad words he said? " 
 
 "Yes, sir; tell it all." 
 
 The Millionaire Tramp 12.
 
 172 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 " He said, ' This will blow the young devil's damned 
 brains out.' " 
 
 " Whom did he mean? " 
 
 " I didn't know then ; now I do. Young Mr. Margate. 
 There be witches over in them thickets," he added, as his 
 daft brain took another turn. 
 
 " Nevermind the witches now, Peter," suggested Thorpe. 
 
 " How do you know that Liudley wanted to kill young 
 Margate? " 
 
 " 'Cause he said day afore he'd kill young Maester Mar- 
 gate if he'd hang hundred feet high, he did." 
 
 Blake looked crestfallen at this statement. 
 
 Jerricks' gray eyes fairly snapped. Sir Cole Jerrold 
 stretched his long legs out in a self-satisfied manner, 
 The Chief Justice leaned back in the large judicial chair 
 and watched the effect this testimony was having on the 
 
 The clock struck five; the court adjourned for the 
 fourth day of the trial. 
 
 Peter was detained by order of the court during the 
 night, no one being allowed to converse with him in 
 regard to the case.
 
 CHAPTER XXV. 
 
 GUILTY OK NOT GUILTY. 
 
 "A heart unspotted is not easily daunted," 
 
 At the opening of the fourth day Peter was rigidly 
 cross-examined by Mr. Blake without eliciting any change 
 m his statements of the day before. When the Queen's 
 counsel would badger him he would grin complacently, 
 but he never was puzzled or embarrassed. Peter had 
 grown to dislike Mr. Blake, and ridiculed his questions as 
 unworthy of answer. When Blake asked him if he had 
 not been told to give this testimony at Landsdowne Hall, 
 Peter replied, " You think everybody be a rascal like 
 thou, don't ye? " This reply fairly convulsed the curious 
 on the back seat, and in fact brought a smile to the 
 stately face of the Lord Chief Justice. Blake looked dis- 
 gusted for a moment at the reply, but recovering his 
 usual suavity immediately, tossed his head at Peter, and 
 laughing out with the rest said, " There, now you may go." 
 
 The next witness called by the defence produced a sensa- 
 tion throughout the court chamber, Miss Lillie Margate. 
 Charles Landsdowne exhibited for the first time during 
 the trial considerable agitation. As Miss Margate removed 
 her veil, displaying her face to the eager eyes of the nu- 
 merous barristers within the paling, whisperings became 
 too audible, and the bailiff rapped for silence. 
 
 " I have met Mr. Landsdowne and know him quite
 
 174 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 well. We attend the same church." Squire Laudsdowne, 
 who sat near by, looked up at her with a half frightened 
 stare, as if expecting some evidence detrimental to his 
 son. 
 
 She proved that no ill feeling had ever existed 
 between this last generation of Landsdownes and Mar- 
 gates, to her knowledge, and although never allowed to 
 associate with young Mr. Landsdowne because of some 
 ancient family feud, never fully comprehended the reason. 
 
 Answer to Sir Cole Jerrold : 
 
 " I am sure Mr. Charles Landsdowne never entertained 
 the slightest animosity toward my poor brother. I con- 
 versed with the prisoner I mean Mr. Landsdowne the 
 day before the tragedy. He was warm in his expressions 
 of friendliness and said he longed for the time when the 
 feud would end." 
 
 Blake was about to stop her testimony as irrelevant. 
 One look from the eagle eyes of Sir Cole changed his 
 mind. Blake refused to examine the witness. 
 
 Charles Landsdowne never thoroughly knew what love 
 was until he had listened to the sworn testimony of the 
 last witness. 
 
 Eloquent speeches were made on both sides, and Thorpe, 
 the little nervous man, outdid himself. He arose and sur- 
 veyed the jury. 
 
 "My client's life," he said, "is in your hands, and I 
 believe it is safe ; but a serious charge rests on you to day, 
 gentlemen. It is not that you will do your duty as men 
 living under the laws of a Christian country that causes 
 me alarm, it is that the learned and ingenious counsel for 
 the crown may succeed in raising before you such a weight 
 of circumstantial evidence against the prisoner that will 
 place you in a position where what you would suppose
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TKAMP. 175 
 
 was your duty might cause you to decide unfavorably to 
 him. Would that the Almighty would open your eyes to 
 see the truth. On that single word I could rest my case. 
 But here we have an unfortunate chain of apparent evi- 
 dence to contend with. Could I but picture to your 
 minds the fact that there sits in that prisoner's box a 
 young man whose generous impulses, noble characteristics 
 and manliness would make it impossible for such as he to 
 commit the atrocious, cowardly act that transpired in the 
 thicket! Is it possible for a young man whose previous 
 history is respectable, honorable and kind, to change in a 
 flash into a red-handed and cowardly assassin? I say, 
 gentlemen, it is not nature! It is not so! It is impossible! 
 
 " That this murder was committed we do not attempt to 
 deny, but that any malice existed, or ground for trouble, 
 between deceased and Charles Landsdowne, we emphatic- 
 ally do deny. (Murmuring and whispering in court.) 
 
 " That Charles Landsdowne committed the act you do 
 not in your hearts believe. You know he did not. 
 And it has been proved here on this trial that as 
 strong a chain of circumstantial evidence as was ever 
 wound around a prisoner in the annals of this country, has 
 been about the witness, Wm. Lindley, whom it is out of 
 our jurisdiction to try (he having turned Queen's evidence). 
 
 " The flight of Charles Landsdowne can be accounted 
 for. He believed he had killed young Margate by an 
 accidental shot, knowing that no one would ever believe 
 there was no malice existing between them ; not knowing 
 that behind that stone fence in the thicket, musket in 
 hand, with heart full of hatred, malice and revenge, stood 
 the cowardly murderer of poor Warren Margate. The 
 sportsman's gun of Charles Landsdowne, and the assas- 
 sinating musket of William Lindley were fired simulta-
 
 176 THE MILLIONAIRE TKA1MP. 
 
 neously. The first by the accidental bending of a bough, 
 while the prisoner was aiming at some game, the latter 
 by the murderous fore-finger of the man Liudley, whom 
 we have shown to have led a villain's life from his cradle up. 
 
 "Now, gentlemen," growing vigorously eloquent, 
 " which evidence will you accept, the whining, cowardly 
 confession of a convict, or the unimpeachable statement 
 of poor Peter, whose mind may wander at times, but 
 whose testimony could not be shaken by the adroit, 
 lengthy and painstaking cross-examination of the learned 
 Queen's counsel, because he spoke the truth? All the 
 lawyers on earth cannot change that. That is my text to- 
 day. 
 
 ' ' Did you not notice the pale face and trembling form 
 of William Lindley when he discovered that Sir Cole 
 Jerrold knew the musket story as well as he ? 
 
 ******* 
 
 " I know you have arrived at the truth. I feel it in 
 my heart. I see it in your eyes. I believe the Almighty 
 has looked down from above and pointed out to you, and 
 each of you, the truth." 
 
 At the close of Thorpe's remarks a general feeling of 
 satisfaction seemed to pervade the atmosphere of the 
 court room. 
 
 It was seven o'clock p. M. when the jury retired. All 
 the assemblage except those immediately connected with 
 the case dispersed. The gas was dimly burning in the 
 court chambers. The jury had been out two hours. Nine, 
 the old bell in the court-house tower tolled. A pale face 
 hidden by a veil and accompanied by Mrs. and Master 
 Tuppcr, peeped in and inquired in a whisper of a bailiff, 
 "Any news ? "
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 177 
 
 "No, inarm," the bailiff replied, half asleep, rubbing 
 his eyes. " It may take hours." 
 
 Ten o'clock came. A knock at the door ; a hum of 
 voices in the corridor : 
 
 " They have agreed! " 
 
 The Chief Justice had stated that if the jury agreed 
 upon a verdict prior to the hour ten, if sent for he would 
 come. In he marched sternly with his associates. The 
 prisoner was brought in between two officers. The lights 
 were turned up; the usual deep silence prevailed. 
 Soon quite a number of townspeople, who had heard that 
 the jury had agreed, began flocking into court. Charles 
 Landsdowne was pale but firm. The Squire sat near his 
 son. 
 
 The court asked the foreman in a measured tone of 
 voice, " Have the jury agreed upon their verdict? " 
 
 " We have, your worship." 
 
 "Then state your verdict." 
 
 The foreman replied, " Not guilty." 
 
 The future happiness of two lives was suspended on this 
 answer. 
 
 A woman's shriek was heard in the back seats. Lillie 
 Margate had fallen in a dead faint, and Charles Lands- 
 downe shed tears for the first time since the accusation.
 
 CHAPTER XXVI. 
 
 LIBERTY. 
 
 " Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay, 
 Givest beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day." 
 
 The second day after the trial dawned serene and beau- 
 tiful. Charles Landsdowne arose early, and walked about 
 the dear old home, that had so kindly sheltered him 
 from his earliest remembrance. The birds in the trees 
 .seemed to sing with a freedom. The farm hands were 
 bustling about, laughing and joking. The maids were 
 singing at their work ; in fact all nature seemed to beam 
 forth a pleasant welcome to the freed prisoner. 
 
 A heavy weight had been lifted from the Squire's 
 heart. He was in his study, where he usually sat an hour 
 in the morning, figuring up to see how long it would 
 take to repay the debt on the farm, the borrowed sum he 
 had so foolishly squandered. Charles had determined 
 that the first stroke of business he would perform after 
 his freedom would be to pay this up, and thus surprise 
 his perplexed parent. After breakfast he therefore took 
 a favorite riding horse and cantered to town. Arriving 
 at Maidestone he settled with the bank where the " Brand- 
 on loan " was negotiated, and paid Thorpe handsomely 
 for his successful defence; in fact a bigger fee than was 
 usual to interest his nervous palms; thanked him heartily 
 for his untiring energy, and journeyed toward home.
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 179 
 
 As he was passing Fielding's gate a small gxg-cart over- 
 took him, and in the seat was none other than Lillie. 
 
 Jumping from his saddle he shook both hands warmly 
 and planted upon her sweet cheek such an enthusiastic 
 kiss that Lillie's pony looked about saucily, as much as to 
 say, " Well, I declare 1" 
 
 What happiness they experienced in this meeting can 
 not be portrayed by pen. 
 
 "Lillie! you have saved my name, my future, my 
 life!" 
 
 Lillie blushed. " What a grand speech little Thorpe 
 made." 
 
 " Yes, I have just returned from Maidestone, where I 
 have been to compliment him." 
 
 " Charles, how happy I am that you are free. Your 
 trouble hung over me like a pall," said Lillie, looking up 
 with tears of joy in her brilliant eyes. " I chide my- 
 self for not hunting you up before." 
 
 " There, now, you angel of light, do no^ chide yourself. 
 I sometimes think I was very cowardly to run away, but 
 probably it was all for the best." 
 
 " That is just what Thorpe said," replied Lillie, resum- 
 ing her gaiety. 
 
 " What a change has come over my father. He looks 
 ten years older, but I will revive him again." 
 
 " We must now break up the feud," said Lillie. 
 
 Landsdowno grasped her hand. "Yes; we have but 
 one object in life now ; break up the feud, and all be good 
 friends." 
 
 " Yes, good friends," she echoed. 
 
 " You and I good friends," he said. " God bless you, 
 Lillie, you will be my wife." 
 
 Lillie held down her head. The pony looked about
 
 180 THE MILLIONAIRE TRAMP. 
 
 again. The robins on the stone fence by the roadside 
 were singing. The sweet-scented clover wafted its fra- 
 grance from the meadow. 
 
 One hundred thoughts passed through Lillie's mind at 
 once. The day in the church ; the meeting on the road ; this 
 very spot before the accusation; Sir Richard Cartwright; 
 the trial ; the verdict. Yes, the verdict, what will it be ? 
 "Yes!" she answered; rather a determined yes, but, 
 withal, the sweetest music ever borne upon the breeze to 
 mortal ear. 
 
 Charles replied, " Bless you, mine forever! " Jumping 
 in the saddle of his impatient horse he saluted Lillie gal- 
 lantly and left the gig and pony far behind. When 
 Charles entered the gate of Landsdowne Hall and rode 
 up to the house with the release of the Squire's mortgage 
 in his hand, and " Yes," ringing in his ears, he was the 
 happiest man in all England. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 And now we cannot dwell upon the golden scenes of 
 love's bright dream. This story has run its course. All 
 interest ceases when nuptials come, but, reader, a few 
 more words: 
 
 The grand wedding took place at Margate's. Squire and 
 Mrs. Landsdowne were present. Archibald Margate and 
 Lady fairly brimmed over with generosity, kindliness and 
 welcome. Emotions hidden by the antagonism of a cen- 
 tury sprang to life. The Squire and Mrs. Margate, Arch- 
 ibald Margate and Mrs. Landsdowne danced in the Sir 
 Roger de Coverly. The fortune bequeathed by Old Tom 
 enabled Charles Landsdowne to add vast improvements 
 to the estate. As years rolled by the flowers bloom- 
 ing along the walks were picked by sweet little Lands- 
 downes, and many a day under the shadowy trees sat
 
 THE MILLIONAIRE TK.AMP. 181 
 
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 harmoniously on the political problems of the day, whilst 
 the good old ladies busied themselves discussing house- 
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