Butte record., 1855-02-17
;ried the little cockney, with a tragic

There was something so imperative in
his IN nner tn the servant did rot hesi-
ate to comply with his demand. He
to him into The house, and ushered
aim into the presence of Mr. Wruggles.
There is n'thing very j"lly in parting
with an only daueht r, and even Mr.
Wruggles, who was one Of the heartiest
of moraIs, f. alone in his drawing
room, while his wife had gone up stairs
to have good cry, was not in the best
possible humor So after motioning his
guest to scat, he eDquired somewhat
saurly:
Pray, sir. to what am I indebted for
the honor of this visit p
w, SIR replied the cockney, with
the same phraSeo!ogy of politenrss and
fi.id severity of m inner, / simply
came to plv my respects. and hinq'nrs
aftr the 'ealth Of your f.mily.'
Sir, am much obliged to you for
your solicitude,' replied Mr.. Wruggl~s.
My family are pretty well, 1 thank
you
Hincluding your daughter, 'ope,
said the cockney, bowling.
: Including my dNughter,' said Mr.
Wrugglet. You are aware, perhaps,
that she was married this morning.
Married = 'cried the coo4ney, starting
is his feet. Married : I'll trouble you
to repeat that hexpre>sion, Mr.. Wrug-
gl,s.'
My daughter was married this morn
ing repli, the berrayed father, with a
savage air, intended to say, what's that
to you?'
viii YOU ave the hextreme kindness,
Mr.. Wrusges,' SAID the cockney. to
inform me whom your daughter mar
ried =
Nothing can afford ,ne greater pleas
nre, sir replied the father, bitterly
The n me of my son-in law is vii.
liam Smith,
1t is, is it = cried the cockneyl tren-
bling violently
Yes, sir--Wllliam Smith, replied
Mr.. W'uagles, crmly.
$ ythe With q, and he, or Smith With
a hi and hatch g inquired The cockney,
futiously.
What is it to YOU how he spells his
n me - erred Mr.. Wrnggles, getting
angry
Heverything = replied the cockney,
furou>ly lhrusting letter into Mr..
Wfus gles's hand.
Mr. Wrugg'es read it and turned pale.
Frnm your uncle, sir he said.
Yes, from my uncle--whom you've
been foolin' as You've been foolin'
me-
%, why, why--'cried Wrnggles, ri
sing and pacing the room, why didn't
You get here SOONER =
Vy!' screamed the cockney, whom
we must now call by his real name of
William Smythe, 'yyl because the him
aine run off the track-and that's the
reason. And you're nice maj Mr.
Wruggles--vou've gone and given your
daughter to a himposter'
Ii you'd been named jenkins or
Brown, this wouldn't have happened,
sad Wruggles, rfproachiullv.
'Htt's mighty heasy to throw the
blame on that retorled Smythc. ''Ow
can l 'elp my name : Besides, l spell it
with q and a he
Ny daughter was party to the plot,
if plot there were,' said Wruggles,
thoughliully for she knew this g. ntle
u,an = met him at Bath. Were YOU ev-
er at Bath ?
Never = said d,hc cockney.
And you meyer saw her''
Never
Then it's very clear that at least she
has married the man she loved and
very likely the name that he claimed
was IA real one. Tn res mystery in
This SID affair which | shall not rest TIL
l have probed to the bottom. You can
assist me, p4rhaps. Viii you stay and
dine With us =
No, sir l Won't rest another mint
under this roof. But you shall hear
FROM me a-ain, sir; through my attorney
sir-Chlt and Chafer, Lincoln's Hmm /;
hi'll ave redress hif there's such thing
as law in Hinglan d.
And the cockney banged away to take
the next train for Londen