Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-08-05

keep awake to catch more interesting
sounds which might betoken that his
rest was being taken every advantage
of. l thought heard fairy tread up
on the landing outside, then two soft
voices whispering, and the French win
dow beneath slide open. as through I'M
der the influence of salad oil; but il may
have oeen, as l told Garry. who heard
it also. nothing bu! the cats. "There's
somebody getting into the house." said
she; but gave her my word of honor
that there was certainly nothing of that
kind, but quite the reverse.
Ea;ly in the morning she got up. tear
full, 10 go to her sisters room She came
back, as L expected, almost immedi-
ately, white and trembling. ''Frederic,
Frederic, what do you think has happen.
ed? Mr. Camellair and Emily have
run awayl" was pretending to be
fast asleep just then, but l could not
help blurting out, "Well. Tn glad to
hear it," then, recollecting myself, and
before she had time TO attack me: every
glad that Emily has got fine day;
what did you say about Mr.. Camellair?"
but I'm half afraid my wife suspected
me.
What an awful row there was in a
few minutes! heard Mr.. Slasher pull
ing on his patent leather boots with the
most uudiplomatic expressions. l heard
a tumult of sObs from the bride maids
chambers, who were sleeping four in a
room, and l saw them, like Greek cho-
rus, at their doors, in white; | caught q
glimpse Of Aunt Belinda Trevor, sans
teeth, and almost saas everything. as
she stood at her threshold, anathematis-
ing the fugitives, and announcing her
intention of erasing Emily from her will;
l heard the man in the crack regiment
laughing out of the next window but
three, until exhausted, and afterwards
he began again; l heard my own name
uttered vehemently by my respected
mo:her-in-laM, and locked my door
and returned into my bed at once. "Mr
Biles, do you know anything about this?
Mr.. Bilesl Mr.. Bilesl' and at that inof-
fensive monosyllable, the whole house
hold seemed to rally around my door.
"When did they go? Where's the key
ofthe stable, Mr.. Biles?" (C,ever Jack,
to hide The key of the stable! 81 don't
know" was my answer to everything
that was asked Of me, until | lost my
patience, when 1 varied my reply by ad-
ding land l don't care"
Catching the young couple was luckily
ouL of the question, for they had taken
he only four horses-the horses that were
provided for the other husband-fye
hours ago, with them, and it was only
hirty miles TO the Scotch border.
l told Slasher it was of no use his get
ing into passion with me, and he con-
ented himself, at last, with abusing all
painters. and Jack in particular. 81 saw
ogue in his eyes when first looked at
lin" said he; but, as Camelliar remark
ID, when he heard cf this, "Perhaps it
was only the reflection
The maguifico, indeed, although very
iavage, was not the sort of man to die
II broken heart; the three remaining
girls, indeed, set 10 work so
Vigorously to comfort him, that in the
course of years, Blanche, the plainest.
married and kept him in the family, after
IL. Until that happened, the name of
was forbidden to be breathed
It that rectory, but there was, soon after
Yards, great reconciliation. had got
ny FIVE hundred pounds back, long before |
hen-the Winning" alone, when fin
shed, fetched the whole of the money
nd Jack had found himself famous. To
he original of his celebrated picture of
The First Born" which hangs in half
he drawing rooms of Mayfair, had the
leasure of being god father; AMI l br0'l
Re first "prool before letters" down TO
ne Rev. Claude with my own hands
Why doesn't he come and finish my pic
lre?" said the old gentleman, with the
ears standing in his eyes at the sight of
is grandson. Jack came down, like a
ood fellow, with his little family. to the
,ctOry, at once. Ny respected mother
law set her-if she will pardon the
EpressiOn-set her back up at him, at ;
rst most uncommonly; but lately, since
e has become an A. r and is likely TO l
> knigh;ed, she has not been able 10 re-
II his delie ehtful manners. He has given !
e the go by in her good graces very
silly, and she calls him "John;" where
, during the whole of my long connec-
IN with her honorable self, l have never
ssed the limit of "Mr. B." Jack makes
mself as much at home as his excel
ncy himself-who is his excellency now
enjoys at Honolulu; and besides that,
has the satisfaction of working for it.
The Louisville Journal never said C
ener thing than when it said this: t
rhe Roman Forum is now COW market,
3 Tarpeian Rock cabbage garden, Il
n the nalona of fba Noacarc q roy,a uo1ly h