Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-08
From the London Punch
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BY DOUGLAS JERROID
CHAPTER VI.
BY DOUGLAS JERROLD,
FATTY BUTLER IN TIE wATcu-UousE
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'S"'y' "'S'''-c"hS'dUle vi tnc parish
st Northumberland
Picking pockets, replied one of til
II wa'chmen, trppingly.
c Tia! see-yes, an old friend, eh
E wa'chman'' said NapIightly, looking wit
br1zen significance at the little feather
dresser, paIe, trembling, and dumbloundc
by the snddenuess orthe event that hat
placed her IN the foul, dim dungeon
where justice for tim? laying aside hal
smoked 'oba%co-pipe, was to decide upor
the accusation.
You know this young lady, of course?
asked the constable.
Bless your heart, sir, know her! Dc
know my own rattle? The most troub.
IeSome and abusingcst girl on my beat,
answered the Waterman.
That's plain enough-plan with halt
an eye. Now, sir,i you please, aud the
constable looked towards the tall man,
the assalIaut Of Patty. Now, sir, every
thing according to business. What's your
namei'
Julius CurlwcIl,' answered the runin,
looking lofiI around him, as though very
proud of his name, and pulling up his
manifold white neckclolh,as if still proud
er ofhis cambria.
And where do you live, and what are
you: asked the lunctionary.
Il at present reside answered Mr.
CnrlweIl, with monosyllabe majesty,
with my friend my Lord Huntington
per,
The face ofthe night-constabIc-be-
fore arched with dignity, relaxed into
courteous smirk, and he felt his voice
grow mellow in his throat: the watchmen
too, drew Themselves up, gIaneins re-
specially at Lord Hun,iuglopper's friend
who, doubtless, unconscious of the i'm
preston he had made, jerked with Ian
gnid, lackadaisical air his heavy gold
chain aud seals between his right thumb
and finger.
'And you charge this young girl, Mr.
CurlweIl, with picking your pocket
You-'
Here the constable was interrupted, as
lie called it, by Patty; for she fell in
reap upon the watchhouse floor, as
hough stabbed to the heart. In an in
tant, Knuckle raised her in his arms, and
'emoved her bonnet, the yellow light of a
laring lamp fell upon her h-pale, in
loccnt face; and tear rolled down her
white cheek on the rough hand of Luke,
Who, as though molten lead had dropt Il
lpon his flesh, started round, and with
| look of pain and passion glared now at
he constable, and now at Mr. julius
Iurlwel. you stony-hearted vipers,
rcd Luke at last, will you let the poor
,irl dic-wilI none of you get some wa
err
Yes, it's all right, 'rnuttered one watch
nan, leering and laughing, when the
violence is strong, they always tiles a
amt t.
Worn out, exhausted by the anguish
f'he previous days,-oppresscd by that {
ceiling Of desolation which makes the
rorl( far worse than valueless, terrified :
sounded by her situation-Patty had
enamel in half Supporter mind and
enses numbed by the apathy of misery.
The words the constable for moment
alled her back TO consciousness, and
hen she sank beneath the torture.
'There-she'll do, with little water,
ested one of the watchmen, as Luke
prinkled Patty's face--'and if she won't
IN sorry for her; seeing as the parish
inds no hartshorn told you she'd do,
epcated the fellow, as Patty Enclosed her
yes, and, breathing heavily. looked
nournlully about her.
oh, Luken she exclaimed at length,
bursting into tears, as the implied accu-
ation of the constable flashed upon her.
Oh, Lnke' ........ .....
'SiIenccn cried the night-ollicer, knit
ing his brows; and then turning TO the
INJURED man-Lord Huntingtopper's
ricnd-he broke into grim smile, saying
Now, sir. if you pleased Come to the
Again Patty moaned, and
again the night-constabe roared siIcnce!
I'LL can't precisely make "a
wha, you Gala criminal charge against
hat young woman in partcular-no, un
derstand me--not in artIcular--ccrtain-
" not-nevertheess l have been robbed
"a very handsome family snuff box-rob-
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