Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1856-06-12

settled his chin, casting his eye toward the
glass.
"Why, as to that, Leo, believed [ was
tolerably well looking in my youth, and l
cannot but say I had many inducements to
marry. My parents were very deslrous
that [ should fall in love, and many beau
ty was pointed out to me; but [ suppose [
had no turn for the tender passion. The
fact is Leo, that I loved every woman SO
well, that [ was afraid of hurting the feel
ings of the whole sex, if gave one the pre-
ference. This was not, however, the only
reason" said he, after a pause. Il had
another and stronger one. All my life [
have been watching the behavior of men to
their wives, and never met with one man
no not even your father, and he came Of
gentle kind-who did not scounye his wife
the very moment she was in his power
And, Leo, mark my words, you will do it
too. Tt is human nature it seems thing
not to be helped.'
ssScourge their wives! [ scourge wo-
man such lovely creature as Flora
Webb 2" thought I. ''But what do you
mean by 'scourging?"
II mean what I say. Do you think
there is only one kind of scourging? [
certainly do not mean beating. though ma
ny fellow, if he dared, would strike his
wife, Or slap her face, if she only acted a
little pervcrsely, just as he had acted, per-
haps, only the moment before; but the
scourging I speak Of, is with the eye; aye,
you may stare but it is the married mans
eye. Come, let us go to the village; [ owe
everybody a visit, particularly Ormsby,
who is just married to my little pet.'' Ev-
cry young woman, by the way was uncle
Andovers pet. Il cannot tell in which
way she offends his married eye, but I will
warrant that he has begun his scourging
already There is your aunt Phillida she
sees this matter as [ do, and that has kept
her from marrying. Before we settled in
Camperdown, she had plenty of offers, for
rich women are scarce. The old Mr.. Root
offered his hand to her full thirty years
|ago."
ssLook over the way, uncle there stands
the little red-haircd Dawson, the meanest
looking man I ever saw. Is it true that he
made an attempt to address my sister Fan
ny, while / was in Hurope!' ~ ~.@7.-4 r~'>-er@
''Yes, he made desperate attempt, but
was repulsed with scorn. Do not speak of
it before your aunt, for it puts her in pas
sion. [ only wish we could keep him from
coming so often to Camperdown, for he is
hateful to me, as well as to her; and Mrs.
Campbell-that is, our Jenny Hart that
was-has set her face against him, and that
has decided his fate here"
"What ! is Mrs. Campbell the Jenny
Hart of the thread-and- store she
whom all the young men used to gaze at so?
the one that every one was in love with 2"
eyes, and will take you there to-mor-
row. She is on a visit to New York to-
lday. Your aunt told her about Dawson
and so, as [ said, having set her face against
him, he will not find it very convenient to
settle in our neighborhood. Let him re-
main at Starkford
"Why, uncle, I never knew you so Bit
ter toward any one before What has he
done to merit all this ~
"Well, Leo, we talked of scourging; of
married men scouraging there wives with
| the eye; but this man, for one that calls
himself a man, is more brutal than a saw
age. Just look at him little paltry fel
low, not bigger than my thumb; with red
hair, freckled face, a nose that you can
hardly see, deep-set little red eyes, an ear
like a long oyster, and neck like a crane.
There he goes and he has a laugh and a
joke with every one he meets There comes
our good Mr.. Foster, the engineer. All,
Alfred Gray does not stop he touches his
hat and walks on. 1t has cowed Dawson
for second; but there comes job MARITIME,
the tax-gathercr; now Dawson has said
good thing, and they are laughing at it
There comes our good Mr.. Parsells, see how
Davison's hat goes off to him there was a
bow for you -
''Who is this Mr.. Parsells' uncle? |
do not recollect ever hearing his name be-
| FORE"
"He is retired merchant, and has
bought an estate at Wicklowe, in the next
village. He is very rich, and little Davi-
son faWns and cringes before him like a
spaniel [ see it all now there is an only
daughter there, too. Miss Parsells is not
what call an ugly woman, but if it were
not for her immense expectations, ugly as
Dawson is himself, he would look for more
beauty. The fellow has been twice mar
ried. Yes, there he goes he has left the
others, and walked off with good-natured
Jenny Parsells."
"But, supposing that Miss Parsells is
ugly? Surely this man can have no pre-
tensions to her hand and he is upward of
forty, by his looks
''There is nothing better or worse to be
said of him than that he scourged his wife
to DEATH. He married an only child;
speak of his first wife, for the second one,
poor thing mo, lucky creature died of
a pleaurisy before he had time to commence
operations. His first wife was a young la
Idy of good birth, and as was supposed at