The Prodigal FatherClouston, J. Storer (Joseph Storer)
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The Prodigal Father
Clouston, J. Storer (Joseph Storer)
Scotland -- Fiction
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The
Prodigal Father
BY
J. STORER CLOUSTON
AUTHOR "THE LUNATIC AT LARGE,"
"A COUNTY FAMILY," ETC.
New York
The Century Co.
1909
Copyright, 1909, by
J. STORER CLOUSTON
_Published, September, 1909_
J. F. TAPLEY CO.
NEW YORK
WITH GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT TO AN UNKNOWN CORRESPONDENT WHO ONCE
MADE A CERTAIN SUGGESTION. IF HE READS THIS STORY HE PERHAPS WILL
REMEMBER
J. S. C.
THE PRODIGAL FATHER
INTRODUCTORY
In one of the cable tramway cars which, at a reverential pace,
perambulate the city of Edinburgh, two citizens conversed. The winds
without blew gustily and filled the air with sounds like a stream in
flood, the traffic clattered noisily over the causeway, the car itself
thrummed and rattled; but the voices of the two were hushed. Said the
one--
"It's the most extraordinary thing ever I heard of."
"It's all that," said the other; "in fact, it's pairfectly
incomprehensible."
"Mr. Walkingshaw of all people!"
"Of Walkingshaw and Gilliflower--that's the thing that fair takes my
breath away!" added the other; as though the firm was an even surer
guarantee of respectability than the honored name of the senior partner.
They shook their heads ominously. It was clear this was no ordinary
portent they were discussing.
"Do you think has he taken to--?"
The first citizen finished his question by a crooking of his upturned
little finger, one of those many delicate symbols by which the north
Briton indicates a failing not uncommon in his climate.
"It's a curious thing," replied his friend, "that I haven't heard that
given as an explanation. Of course he's not a teetotaler--"
"Oh, none ever insinuated that," put in the other, with the air of one
who desired to do justice even to the most erring.
"On the other hand, he's ay had the name of being one of the most
respectable men in the town, just an example, they've always told me."
"I knew him fine myself, in a business way, and that's just the
expression I'd have used--an Example."
"Respected by all."
"An elder, and what not."
"A fine business, he has."
"His daughter married a Ramornie of Pettigrew."
They shook their heads again, if possible more gravely than before.
"He must be going off his head."
"He must be gone, I'd say."
"Yon speech he made was an outrage to common sense and decency!"
"And about his son's marriage!"
"That's Andrew Walkingshaw--his partner?"
"Aye."
"Oh, you've heard the story, then? I wonder is it true?"
"I had it on the best authority."
They pursed their lips solemnly.
"The man's mad!"
"But think of letting him loose to make a public exhibition of himself!
It's an awfu' end to a respected career--in fact, it's positively
discouraging."
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