The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-09-17

| ing to the side next to her whose presence
within short distance of me was really
the only thing of which l had distinct
perception. hung my head to hide
from her the emotion Of which | was
thoroughly ashamed.
1t may we'll be believed that was in
no condition to give professional opin
ion; but got over the difficulty by telling
her | must have time to study the case,
and promising to let her know the result.
You are tircsome creature, she said
with little coquetish air. l really ex-
pected that, for once in your life, and for
a friend too, you might have got rid OF
the laws delay, and given me your opin-
ION In half an hour; so far, at least. as to
tell me whether there is probability of
my being able TO do what desire. But
see you are just like the rest of the
lawyers-time! time. suppose, now
you will keep about it till | am dead;
and then ii will so to my husband in the
course oflaw.'
1T may not require more than half an
hour 10 ascertain so much, when | can
direct my thoughts to it for that space of
time | replied; and | know that the
words ratified like shot out of my mouth.
But would you be so unreasonable as to
require an artist 10 draw a straight line
while he was under a fl of delirium tre-
mens?
You are an incompre hensible person,
she replied rather codly; so shall leave
you to your legal and lawful studies.-
But if you are going to have an attack of
the delirlum tremens, perhaps | had bet
ter send in the doctor. Shall IL
We'll, / don't anticipate an attack
this morning. l answered with forced
smile; so | would not give you the
trouble. The fact is, that had been
violently agitated a short time since, and
my mind has not quite recovered its e.
quilibrim.'
We talked for few minutes longer
she quizzing me in her light, playful
manner-and delighted to be so teased
standing stupid and dumb, scarcely able
to say word, though very anxious to
prolong the delightful moments by keep
ing up the war of babinage. At length
she went to the door, and | was about to
escort her down stairs when we heard
some one speaking below.
''Good God?' she exclaimed, clinging
wildly to my arm. that is my husbands
voice. If he finds me here, am ruined
Don't be alarmed replied, endeav-
oring to re-assure her; you came here on
hpe Ii II
the more for it!'
You don't know about this so we'll as
do she said shuddering convulsively.
He is jealous-exceedingly, of you; and
Oh fear not without some cause. Hide
me some w here for mercy's sake!'
do not know how it happened, but
my arm was round her, and half car
ried her across the room to large book
closet.
Can you stay here?' asked hastily
i will leave the door ajar for air.
No, shut it-lock it-take away the
key, or | shall not feel safe. There is
plenty of air! and she sprang into the
recess.
For one moment her eyes met mine
and / thought they beamed with deep i'm
passioned love. Tie next, had locked
the door upon my treasure, throwed the
papers she had brought into a drawer,
and was apparently busy pen in hand,
when my friend entered. He commenc.
ed in a round about way, TO question me
upon certain points of law respecting
marriage settlements, &C.: and after a
tedious amount of circumlOcution, he
gave me to understand that all this re-
garded desired transfer of some proper
" of his wife's into his own hands. He
that generous creature. He also had a
copy Of her relatives wills. and these
was compelled to examine closely, for he
was desperately pertinacious, and would
not be put off. ! was angry al the
thought of what his poor wife must be
suffering, peat up in that narrow prison.
and felt that could have kicked her
husband out of doors for keeping her
there At last he made move as il to
go. started up, and stood ready to
bow him out.
So said he. tying up his papers with
provoking deliberation, nothing but my
wife's death, you say, can put me in pos
session of this money, want it very
much but nobody will suspect me of de-
string her death for the sake of having it
a little sooner
He laughed at his own poor jest, and |
made a sort of hyena chorus to it, that
sounded TO my own ears even strange and
hysterical. He went at last, but stop
| ped again on the stairs and detained me
there talking for full five minutes longer.
| felt by sympathy all the pangs of sufio-
cation. My throat seemed swollen-my
forehead bursting. Great God! will he
never be gone. Will he stand here talk.
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