Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-06-05

1t appeared, as | afterwards found out
from the gossip let fall about me, that
Clickly Abram was a MERGERS man OF
rising reputation. lie was young, good"
looking, and, as the woman declared, the
best creature that ever broke the bread Of
life, Clickcy, however, had his SEEM
ingly Unborn prcjudcc--he preferred the
bread of other people to the bread OF his
own hands. TO this prejudice may be
traced all the difficulties Of CIickley S too
short career, In the pursuit Of his bust
ness, whilst measuring dolcctable Lutte
string, he was shot dead, dead behind
his masters counter by pair of fatal eyes
alas! too skillul in such mortal practice.
Clickley's story is as old, as worn, as
London stones. lie was led step by
step in siikcn chains to earn the iron let-
ters of Newgate, Mrs Crumpct-l take
the good woman's own avowal-had not
the remotcst suspicion Of the highway
profession of her lodgcr. No; it was a
base, vile story, He always paid his
way, she would not believe it.
But have left Patty wrctched and
desoatc. She sat with look of dread
full resignation in her iace-a look that,
for moment, made Hardmouth pause,
the while he rubbed his chin, and doubt,
ingly observed, If nothing could be
proved agin her, why nothing could
come of it. Though if she want posi-
lively Mrs Abram-f she want really
married to him, why, perhaps, it might
90 the harder with her, because the law
though he never could find out the rca-
son of Mat-spposcd that a woman was
under the authority of her husband. D
Having delivered this, the sngacious Off
Ger was about TO raise the girl from her
seat, when she swooned and lay like q
corpse in his arms.
You villains you'll murder the poor
thing" cried woman, neghbor, who
with others had crowded into the garnet
and who, with this Indignant cry, rushed
down stairs
You'll never move her in this state ?
exclaimed Mrs Crumpet
She'll be better in a minute, answered
Hardmouth: and lifting the girl las though
she had been an infant. he descended the
stairs, followed by the watchmen. Mrs
Crumpet for moment stood alone in
the garnet, casting bewildered looks a
bout her-and then wkir!ng round and
round in passion Of dcspair-she caught
me up, and rushed from the attic Wher
she arrived at the bottom of the stairs
she found the street-door open, and Hard.
mouth and his party about TO carry Pat
ty from the house.
'Stop-stop,' cried the woman who
had left the garnet ere Patty was removed
stop till the doctor sees her. As the
Lord would have it, he was at Iabou,
at No. 8, and--God bless him!--here
comes the gentleman After moment
liardmouth turned with his charge into
porIour, and was followed by Mrs Crum
pet, who stuck me in a china mug upor
the mantel- piece
Another moment, and the kinL.hcartc,
woman, who had sought his assistance
showed my old acquaintance, Mr. Lintey
INTO the room. He looked cold an,
pnchcd; and | could not but observe
that his great coat might have beer
thicker. There was an air of languol
and fatigue about him; yet did the good
ness OF his heart, the gentle cheerluIness
of his mind, sit triumphant over his looks
and he smiled as he asked, Where is the
patient"
Here she is, doctor, answered Hard
mouth, pointing to Patty still insensble.
Good God!' cried Lintley, and hi.
face changed, and he clasped his hand.
and compressed his lips, struggling t,
master his emotion, as he gazed at the
tealherdrcsser. 'How--wnat is this;'-
he asked
Why, doctor, you see-there's been q
little bit of a highway robbery. Click
Abrams the man we want, bat the birds
flown. llowsomever, we found this ir
his nest, along with his wife there anC
Hardmouth, weighing the watch in hi.
baud nodded significantly towards Patty
Its no such thing, cried Mrs Crum
pet. She's not his wirc-she'-
well, that's not our affair." said Hard
mouth--'as I've said afore, if she isn't
she ought to be-
'Stay-tell me'-crled Lintley, and hi
lips trcmbled, and he cast a look Of ok