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Falsely Accused

 

It was in the beautiful summer time; the trees were clothed in their richest foliage; the birds sang sweetly; the little lambs frisked about merrily in the green fields, everything looked bright and happy.

 

Prosperity reigned over the little village of Ballyglen which nestles among the hills, in a beautiful valley, in the western part of Ireland, and as the story which I am going to relate happened there, we will ask the reader to accompany us across the three thousand miles of water that intervenes.

 

Through the center of this village a beautiful river wound its serpentrating course, the banks of which, on either side, were interspersed by numerous picturesque mansions, the property of several rich gentlemen, who were masters of all the lands over which the eye roamed.

 

As our story relates to one of these mansions, or at least the inmates of one of them, we will confine ourselves to it and not mind the rest.

 

Godfrey Blake was a very wealthy man, his gold could be measured by the bushel, and yet, with all… Read More