The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-31
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that you are the master Of this house,
aud all in it; and whatever may occur,
do not forget your own right"
You surely cannot mean deceit" +"
said Mr.. Barton, utterly at loss to
account for the singular conduct Of his
wife.
Trust me, sir-try me-believe me.
| will tell you now all | can-all l have
the time to tell. Four years ago, my
father, one of the wealthiest merchants
in this city, died and left me all his
property. My uncle, who will soon be
here, was my guardian until l should
man. and lie had charge of the estate
levy NY father, until that should occur.
AS he had nothing of his own to support
himself, he has kept me secluded from
the world, and in confinement almost
closely, since my poor fathers death
we'll knowing that on my marriage the
property would pass from his hands.
His conduct at times has been harsh
and cruel, and particularly of late. To-
day found means of escape unseen
The rest you know"
She then arose and rang the bell. A
servant came to the door. " John,
! said she, "send every servant in tn
house up here"
. Mr.. Barton sat perfectly still am
: said nothing, but, he was mentally re
. solving how to act, and was more tha
, half inclined to think bis wife lunatic
The servants came up and stood in tn
, parlor, awaiting for orders.
" Mr.. Barton" said bis wife, thes,
are your servants. Everything you SC,
around you was mine--all is yours
You hear me-" addressing the servants
this gentleman is my husband ana
your master Obey him as such. Now,
sir, all | have to request is, that you
will assume and maintain your rights. -
Farther she could not say, for the
parlor door was suddenly and violently
thrown open, and IN elderly, hard
featured, looking man entered
and stood for moment gazing alter
nately at the lady and Mr. Barton
" What is your business here, sir z"
demanded he, austcrely, of Mr.. Barton,
who as he entered had seated himself,
and returned look for look. Mr.. Barton
made no reply.
"Miss Moran" said he, turning to
Mrs. Barton, can you explain why this
man is here ~
"She need not take that trouble,
sir" replied Barton, arising. "That
lady is my wife, and I am master of this
house. And allow me now to ask, sir,
what is your business here 7"
" Your wife ! your house Upon
my word-ha ha !" And Mr.. Moran
seated himself and laughed most heartily
and scornfully.
"Come, sir" said Mr.. Barton,
" your presence is disagrecable. If you
have any business to transact, finish it
quickly. We wish to be alone"
" Why, you impertinent sound"
The word was not fully uttered. Mr..
Barton caught him by the collar, and
shook him till he was black in the face.
" Scoundrel you would have said, you
lying, cheating old villain. If you were
not so old and so contemplate, L would
not leave whole bone in your luberly
carcase. l know you, ard if you are
here one hour from this time, and
| see you, l will have you sent to
the Police Office, where you may be
forced to make some disagreeable con-
ssions; so now be off and pack up ,"
and Mr. Barton loosed his hold Of the
terrified old man.
Mr.. Moran seated himself to gain
breath. "Do you mevn to say that
you are married to that man, Ellen 2"
asked he, contemptously.
She did not deign him a reply, but
sat in silence awaiting the iss ie, and he
turned to Barton for further explanation.
A" Don't look to me, sir. That lady,
God bless her, is my wife. She has
told me all your villainous conduct, and
the sooner you quit this house the better
1T may be for you"
"And who in thunder are you, sir ?"
demanded Mr.. Moran, arising and COM
ing close up to Charles. |