Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1859-03-05

OuPpose IL huinouBE suppose Sne isn't re-
spectacle? I've paid that old woman ten-fve
-ten-thats twenty-five dollars. / must see
if there's nigger in the fence"
And Mr.. Gillette met the widow next dav
fully determined to satisfy himself 1t was
quite dark when she proposed to go, and he
asked to accompany her.
81 thought, my dear" she said with some
surprise, 'that l had sufficiently explained my
reasons for not wishing you to visit at my faith
er's house."
"You have, my DEAR and am perfectly sat
isfied. only proposed to go to the door"
"To-morrow night / shall be happy to have
you do so-but-but tonight have a servant
girl with me who will. accompany me home, and
you will please excuse me-" said the widow, be-
traying, in spite of herself, some embarrassment
which the suspicious eyes Of her lover did not
fail to detect. He appeared perfectly satisfied,
however, and left the house.
On his way there he had selected good hid
ng-place, from which he could see the door of
the matrimonial office, without being observed
and going directly thither, he concealed himself
In few minutes he saw the widow emerge to
street alone She looked about moment, then
walked off hurriedly, and passed directly by the
hiding-place of her suspicious lover. When
she had fairly passed, he came out cautiously
and followed at safe distance. On she went
to broadway, crossed it rapidly, reached Greene
street, turned the corner. walked down an in
definite distance, and stopped, Gillette noted
the number very particularly. an see about
this crusty old father, and this servant girl that
was to come with her and didn't" said he to
himself, savagely, as he turned away.
As he went down the steps, he observed a po-
liceman watching him, motionlcss as the lamp
post by which he stood. Mr.. Gillette and the
policeman were soon walking together in close
conference.
In few minutes with desperate valor, which
astonished even its possessor, Mr. Gillette rang
the bell of the very door which his betrothed
had recently entered. A servant answered the
summons.
"Is Miss - in?"
"Yes"
"Is she engaged9"
81 will see"
"Tell her friend wishes to see her."
The servent returned in moment. at is
all right. Walk up, sir"
"Ah see" thought Gillette, "she is expect
ing some one. see why she didn't want me
to come tonight. l suppose she would have
taken me to some more respectable quarter to-
morrow"
The servant pointed Mr.. Gillette to a door
partly open on the second floor, and withdrew.
Mr.. Gillette pushed open the door and walked
in. The charming widow of the fifty thousand
was on the sofa. AS Mr.. Gillette entered she
looked up, and recognizing him, uttered
scream Of anger and surprise.
"Why are you here?"
81 came to see YOU we are engaged; YOU are
glad to meet me- hope?"
The widow was silent.
IL called" resumed Gillette, after a momen-
tary pause "to say that it will not be conven-
lent to elope with you next Tuesday, and that
your crusty old father may manage your fifty
! thousand dollars as long Gs he pleases also
that your servant had better accompany YOU
again tomorrow, as it will be impossible for me
to wait upon you home. l would also suggest
that woman who is found in an assignation
house cannot collect damages for breach of
promise of marriage; and, also, that the testi-
mony OF policeman who has often seen you
come here yjD he sufficient to damage your rep
mean to-"
The widow, abashed for moment, was great
ly irritated by this speech-the longest, perhaps,
he ever made in his life.
"You are rascal and fool, SIR she said
You are a pretty man, amt you, now, to fol-
low woman through the streets, and come in
to her room in this way? You think you have
been smart, L suppose but look you here!"-
And the angry beauty held up a five dollar gold
piece-the half of his last payment to the mat
rimonial broker. "You are q smart man indeed
YOU are Fifty thousand dollars! Rich widow .
Don't tell her told you! ha! ha! Haven't you
been fooled? pr
! Mr.. Gillette thus reminded of his short sight
edness, began to think he was getting the worst
of the logomachy, and started out
40 my dear Mr.. Gillette!-my espoused! my
life, my sweet poet!-don't leave me in anger,"
said the widow, in mockery, opening her arms
towards him. 81 say Ito you think you have
seen lngomar the barbarian? How did he look?
Tell me, my dear.
"If what love is thoudst be taught,
| Thy heart must teach alone"
But before the verse was complete Mr.. Gillette
was in the street. Justice to that gentleman re-
qures to say that it was his first visit to such
place. May it be his last.