Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1840-10-27

Billy grew very much puzzled at these
words, but hoping that by his silence the
lady would proceed to some explanation,
! he said no more. She, however seemed
to think that nothing further was necces-
sary, and sat still an mo;ionless, with her
hands before her, and her eyes fixed on
| Billy.
You seem to forget me, sir, said she
with faint smile.
Il do, indeed, madam; :hc half light, the
novelty OF your costume, and the strange
ness OF the circumstance, altogether, must
plead for me, if appear rude enough
/ am Lady Mary Boyle said she.
& do remember You, madam. But may
ask
Yes, yes, know YOU would ask: You
say, why are you hore?-how comes it
that you have SO far outstcppod the pro-
priety OF which your whole life is an ex-
ample, that alone at such Il time, YOU APP
pear in the chamber Of man, whose char
acler for gaIlantry-'
oh indeed, indeed, my lady, nothing
Of the kind
'Ah, alasl how poor delenccless woman
learn too late; how constantly associated is
the retiring modesty which denies, with
the pleasing powers which ensures sue
cCSs---'
Here she sobbod, Billy blushed, and
the clock struck nine.
May |, then, beg, madam
Yes, yes, you shall hear it all; but my
poor scattered faculties will not be the
clearer by your hurrying me: you know,
perhaps that my maiden name was Ro-
gers'-he Of the blankets bowed, and she
rcsumcd-'it is now eighteen years since
that young. unsuspccling, fond creature,
reared IN all the care and londncss Of do
ting, tempted her first step in life, and
trusted her fate in anothcr's keeping. |
ON that unhappy person-thc other-that
monster in human guisc, that smiled bat to
bctcay, thnt won but to ruin and to destroy
is he whom YOU know as Sir Harry
Boyle
Here she sobboG for some minutes,
wiped her eyes, and resumed her MARIA
tive, beginning at the period Of her mar
riagc--dctaicG a number Of circumstances,
in which poor Calvert, in al his anxiety
to come az fond at matters, could never
perceive bore upon the question in any
wav but as she rccounted them all with
great force and precision, cntreating him,
to bear in mind certain circumstances 10
which she should recur bv and BY. his at
tcntion was kept on the stretch, and it was
! only when the clock struck ten. that he
was fully aware how his morning was
passing. and what surmiscs his absence
might originate.
May interrupt YOU for a moment, dear
| MADAME -was il nine or ten o'clock which
struck ast?'
How should know?' said she. fraut-
| caIIy. What are hours and minutes 10
her who has passed long years Of misery?'
Very true, very truc,' replied he, Ii
mildly, and rather fearing for the in'clccts
of his fair companion.
.She continued-Then narrative how
! ever, 50 far from becoming clearer, grew
| gradually more confused and intricate; and
as frequent references were made by the
/ Iady by some previous statement, Calvert
was moro than once rcbuked for forgctful-
ness and inattcntion, where, in reality.
nothing less than short hand could have
borne him through.
WAS it nincty-thrcc, | said that Sir Har-
! nv left me at Tuam z
! Upon my life, madam. | am afraid to
/ aver: bat it strikes me-
Gracious powers and this is he whom
fondly trusted to make the depository oil
nv woes--crucl, cruel man.
Here she sobbcd considerably fer sew
cral minutes, and spoke not.
"A loud cheer Of Butler for ever from
the mob without. now burst upon their hear,
ing, and recalled, poor Calvert at once tc
thought, that the hours were speeding fast,
and 70 prospect Of the everlasting tale com
ing 10 an end.
L am deeply, most deeply grieved, my
dear madam said the little man, sitting W
in a pyramid of blankets, 'bu' hours, min
utes, are most precious TO me this morning
| am about to be proposed as a member
for Kilkenny
AT these words. the lady Strengthened
her finger out, threw her arms at either
side, and burst into a fit OF laughter, which
loor Calvert knew at once to be Mysteries
Here was pretty situation the beIl-ropt
lay against the opposite wall, and, even
ii did no., would not he be exactly warren
ted in pulIingit.
May the devil and oil his angels take
Sir Harry Boyle, and his whole connection
to the filth generation was his sincere
prayer as he sat like q Chinese juggIe
under his canopy.
AT length the violence Of the paroxysn
began to subside-thc sobs became les
frequent-thc kicking less forcible, and tht
lady's eyes closed, and she appeared /,
have fallen asleep.