The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1866-08-14 00:00:00

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VILLAOS GOSSIPS during the past week, have
obtained an ample amount of food for scandaL Some
six months ago, a fashionably dressed young lady, about
twenty-two jean of age, highly educated, and of pre-
pommeling manners came to live In • small, neat, retired
uttsge, and so pleasantly situated that Cupid himself
might claim it as his favourite "abode of love. " The
young ~,en, who pride themselves in being fudges of
feminine beauty, all declared that she was the hand.
somest creature they had ever seen,—she was so lovely
and so fair,—but the marriageable misses, who can never
see beauty in • rival, exclaimed with upturned eyes and
a toms at the chin, " handsome% they as handsome does"
at the same time reminding their hero, or rather heroine
worshippers that their newfound beauty was forbidden
f ruit as sh e was already married too dancing muter whom
Sir Robert Peel delight' to recognise as one of his con-
stituents, Time wore on, the beautiful bald° became
• mother, and shortly after, the husband and father
appeared upon the scene. He was a man over whose
head some fifty midsummer suns had passed, and every-
body wondered how so young • beauty could have
become enamoured to so old a man. But love is
blind they my, and as the old woman said when she
kissed her cow, there is no accounting for taste, A
month of bliss is pared away In the sweet abode of
love, and on Wednesday lthlg the little stranger had
conferred on it the sacred right of baptism at the hands
of the Rev. Canon Buckle. The baptismal day passed
off most jovially, and the morrow was looked for-
ward to with joyous anticipations. But, alas, there
Is no rose without its thorn, no summer without
Its storm, and no pleasure without its alloy. Even the
bee that gathers for us the honey that we eat, carries
with it e. sting. While health, prosperity, and raceme
was being drunk, there entered the village, a well-
dresw_al dame, who, it would appear, was deetined to
Prove a thorn in the flesh to the dancing muter. She
did not deign to interupt the hilarity of the baptismal
party, but proceeded to the chief hostelrie, where she
obtained lodgings for the night, and planned her
schemes for the coming day. What her dreams were,
or whether she dreamt at all, this deponent sayeth not,
but arta it is, early on the following morning she
wended her way to cupid's cottage, where she obtained
admission as soon as the servant was up. Entering the
front parlour, she espied • gold watch on the mantel-
piece. She had never seen it before, but she knew the
appendages, and she took the lot for her "dear
husband's sake." From the parlour she proceeded up-
stairs, but of the friendly greeting that there took place
it would be well, perhaps, to be dumb. Suffice it to
say, that at the termination of her interview with the
inmates, she sought another with the constable of
police. and then let loose the cat from the bag. The
dancing master was none other than her lesse-Ode
hudiand, and the beautiful young lady, her owe niece,
born three years alter their marriage, whom she had
brought up as her adopted daughter (having no children
of her own), and given • boarding-school education. It
was wrong and most provoking. She would give him
in charge. But had he committed bigamy? No, there
was no proof, then the constable could not take him.
The village magistrate was nest applied to, but he, like
the polimman was powerles• The only step she weld
take was to bring an action In the divorse court. Again ,
cupid's cottage was 'ought, but the door was looked. A
dialogue, in the presence of a considerable audience,
however, took place at the window. What did she
want? Wanted him to go home. Then h. shouldn't.
What amid she have to complain of? Hadn't
be sent her £l2 within the month Yet, but that "oil
It, Then if she wasn't off, this " y=.lady" should
give her in charge for stealing her Constable,
hike her in charge. P.C. Gale: "And under the eireum-
stammer I shan't apprehend her." Old geelleman : "Now
I say old lady, you go back home and be quiet. If you
promise not to kick up any bobby, I'll be back in a
fortnight, and we'll live together like turtle doves; hut
if you don't keep your tongue quite, I'll prefab, you
my name 'II be hookey walker and no mistake. So
DOW POO know what's what." The window 11111 then
closed, the company dispersed, and the old lady
returned to the hosteiri• for the night. Nest morning,
the old man and young lady, after looking up their
cottage, left the village in a post claim, sad the old
lady returned to her desolate home by another route.