Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-10-20

street together She was boiling over will
rage and Indignation. Dr. Elliot did no
return to tea. not, in fact, ill it was time
to take William home. and then came tn,
explosion. The physician took it with pro
voking coolness. began to whistle and ask
ed whether the boy was ready.
He never goes back again. said Mrs
Elliot. His bed is made up at home.
There is no reason for the lads interest:
to suffer because your temper has turned
crusty this evening, observed Dr. Elliot
He shall certainly go back to Squire Turn
bulls.
When woman can incite clild tC
disobey his mother, she is no longer fit &c
hold control over him. Mrs. Turnbul
shall have no more control over mine.
Was it worth while to make fuss
about such trihe? AS if drop of wine
could hurt the boyl Remember the obli-
cations he is under to Mrs. Turnbull
Remember your obligations to me. your
wife. l have borne much, Thomas, since
we married. bu. | will not be domineered
over by you both conjointly, or tamely see
your love given to her.
Tamely!--lovel uttered DR.. Elliot; W hat
nonsense, now, Louisa?
Do you think am blind? she retorted
do YOU think l am stone, destitute of feel
ing? 1t is not too apparent that all your
thoughts, your time, your wishes are & iv-
en- to Mrs. Turnbull?
Oh, if you are going to begin on the old
score of jealousy, have nothing more to
say, observed DR.. Elliot. carelessly, but l
think you might exempt your sister from
such suspicious. Harriet! he called out,
throwing open the room door, put on Mas
ter Williams things. and send him
down.
say the child shall not go back, pas
sionately uttered Mrs. Elliot.
And l say he shall When you have
calmed down to soberness. Louisa, you will
see the folly of sacrificing his advantages
of education to your fancies, which are as
capricious as they are unjust.
/ will apply to the law--I will apply to
the nearest magistrate, rather than have my
child forcibly disposed of against my will,
she vehemently continued.
NV dear, the law is not on your side,
but ON mine. A fathers authority does
not yield to magistrates, laughed DR.. Elliot.
TO preserve that nonchalant good humor,
was in her present mood, as fuel heaped on
fire. She would rather he had struck
her.
And the matter ended by taking William
back to Mrs. Turnbul's. Loo's luriously
savage, he thought to himself, as he went.
But she should not take such crotchets in
to her head.
Mrs. Elliot, certainly was savage, as she
sal alone that dark evening. things wore
to her jaundiced mind worse appearance
than they really deserved. Her husband
was magnilied into a sort of demon Don
jam; her sister into beautiful syren. who
lived but TO attract him and to rule over
him.
Oh! the blind child | was. to fly in the
face Of my friends, and run away with Tom
Elliot! she bitterly exclaimed. | suppose
the act is working out its own punishment,
for what life is mine! Struggling with
poverty-loosing my idolized children
spurned by nv father--neglect by my
husband-patronized by my sister, and
compelled to yield my boy to her charged
His education--there it is. 1t ought to
90 on, yet we have not means to pursue
it, and never shall it seems
Why not ask my father The question
came from her own heart, but with a sud
den intensity that startled her to believe
one must be at her elbow who whispered
it, Why not go to him Eow, this very
moment, at the hotel, and press it onto
him?
Mrs. Elliot was in the excited state that
sways to action. Calling the maid TO sit
up stairs, lest the child should cry, she
put On her things and went out
The Roya! AIMS was not far off, hand
some hotel with a aight of steps and a
blazing gass lamp III lis entrance. she
turned her face away from It's light. Inc
landlord himself happened to be crossing
the passage.
Is a gentleman by the nameof Freer stop
ping here? inquired Mrs. Elliot.
Freer? No ma'am.
A friend of Mr. Turnbull's in the Cres.
cent. she explained He came this after
noon and engaged bed.
Oh, that genllepaa--I did not know
his name. Wears bag wig. ma am.
The same.
He is not come in yet.
But as they stood there. some one came
up the steps, and passed them without no
tlce; an old gentleman in a bag-wig. The
landlord was pressing forward to mention
Mrs Elliot. but she clasped bis arm to re-
strain him.
Not here, in this public passage. she
whispered, shrinking into corner. will
follow him to his bed room. | am his
daughter There has been difference he
tween us, and we< Save not met for years.
fyeu have children then you can feel for
me.
The landlord looked passionately at
her pale lace, and visible emotion. He
stood before her until Mr.. Freer had re-
ceived his candle from the hands of the
waiter and had gone up stairs.
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