Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-06-21
GNurtester Dailp SPY,
From Blackwood.
MRS. BEAUCHAMP's VENGEANCE.


Briggs, who said, impatiently.
'Rackit make me cigarette. can't rest.
l have been wandering about the streets like
a murderer
Rackit, who had ust finished making one,
presented it to him. and lie pulled flIriously as
he went 10 the easel on which stood Mrs Beau.
champs portrait.
what a face she has He exclaimed
Look at it, What a smile Who could help
loving such woman 2
Rackit flung glance at me, in which 1 read
as plainly as if he had spoken the words. He
must take her back F.!
Did you ever see one to compare with her?'
inquired Briggs.
always said that you are a lucky dog-the
luckiest OF dogs-to have captivated the afiec-
tonS to such a woman. johnson will tell you
that have always said So
Don't! groaned Briggs, don't remind
me OF my loss !
pho she's not lost
She is though
you fancy So
i know So
Its nothing but lovers quarrel-kiss and
make up
'Ah wish l could kiss and make up
What is to prevent you 2
Every thing
Nonsense Who ever heard ola marriage
being broken off for little tiff 2" Why, my
dear fellow, angels tiffsometimes-for the sake
o! making up again
4 should lie g lad enough to make up For
on reflection | will confess that it was | who
was wrong yesterday-very wrong-I was
hasty.'
No 2oubt. Your temper is peppery, you
know. ! have always said it of you
No, not generally. But yesterday, per-
Yesterday you were hasty-perhaps little
oGenSl0e--it may be brutal
No, no, wasn't at all that
you can be brutal, Briggs, 1 know you can
not that you mean it, of course. She will pA-
derstand that. And no doubt you laid 90
much stress on a little vivacity in her Ian
guage; she is so vvacious 7
She is. Besides, if she has fault, never
expected her to be quite perfect
of course not. A perfect woman would
be monster-her goodness wonld be an eter.
nal reproach. As far as | can judge-and
johnson will tell you Pm no bad Judge of
women-my experience is tolerably extensive.
Well, as far as L can judge, Mrs. Beauchamp
combines all the qualities necessary to make
a man happy
'All, ALL responded Briggs
And, moreover, let us joke as we like about
marriage, it is the dearest aim we have in life,
you know
THAT it is
The haven into which the storm-tossed
mariner-and all that kind of thing.
Exactly my sentiments
"Well, then, go at once and ask her forgive
ness. Tell her you regret the hastiness of
your temper
eNeverP said Briggs with resolution.
MadmanP
4 may be mad-r am miserable, but am
resolved. We are parted forever
Now, don't be absurd
Yes, yes. It's easy to say, Don't be alb
surd' But there are things-this blow is a
heavy one. But may contide in you two;
dine with me at the club today--you shall
know ALL
Tell it at once said /.
That Domdn has no heart exclaimed Briggs.
Then going TO her portrait, he apostrophsed
it: No, you have no heart. One can read it
i'll your face. Rackit, look at this picture
and then read thia letter.
He handed crumpled note TO Rackit, who
smoothed it, read it, and returning it, said:
WELL upon my word, see nothing to object
10 in it,
You don't2' exclaimed the astonshed
Briggs, throwing away the end of Ills cigar
cite. johnson shall Judge Listen TO this
In the driest tone imaginable he began to read,
tJohnP
Wen, your name is John, isn't it? You
wouldn't have had her say Mr.. Smythe
Briggs?
You think that proper beginning, do
you?'
She might have said Sir replied Rackit
Don't let us be unjust. John is simple, affec.
tionate, and comes from the heart. | may be
wrong, and l don't know what johnson thinks,
but there seems to me (under the circum-
stances, observe J something very touching in
that simple John. 1t is worth hundred
phrases such as dearest pet, or my owa dear
IootLeSp
And perhaps you say as much to what fol-
lows He then read, severely, When peo-
Pile find they have made mis- Re, they are
bound, by every consideration, not to continue
in it, but, if possible, to repair it. We made
mistake in tancyin our natures suited each
other. Ii would be very wrong to continue
in this error. Let us part
Briggs here looked at us as much as to
say, What do you think of that? AS what
thought was very unequivocal, | was silent;
but Rackit broke forth
We'll, never did hear more dignified, and
at the same time touching accent of wounded
heart How free it is from rlodomon de,
and from sophstry! She throws no blame on
you, observe Not syllable She doesn't
say that you showed yourself coarse, tyranni-
cal violent, brutal
Because / didn'lY
yes, yes, you did; you confessed as much
not long Ego Besides, I'm SIRE YOU were
you must have been-angry, and anger is al
ways bind
4 don't care what l was, that letters plain
enough
Quite plain, if read in another spirit. Let
any unprejudiced eye read it, read it without
bias, without anger, and it will be found as
noble in conception as it is severe in its SIM
plicity of style
Briggs, somewhat staggered by this unex-
pected, and to him, incomprehensible, view of
the matter, looked at me. Fortunately / have
great command over my countenance, and did
not explode in loud uomeric gudaw.
Only profound teeting,' continued Rackit,
sever expresses itself simply
But where is the feeling here 2 asked
Briggs.
Where Z? replied Rackit. In every phrase.
Listen, while read He took the letter, and
throwing subdued reticent tenderness into
his voice, which did honor to his talents as an
actor, he began II pould be torong to continue
an error. Do you not feel the seductive deli
cacy OF that word eTof9 Then, too, the
phrase: Let US part! No shrieks-no re-
proaches-all is severely calm, like the ex-
pressons OF a Roman Matron'
But 90 on said Briggs; you see, she
adds, We Uae 10 be married sholtiy, Our
marriage is noW impossible
There again After the calm statement of
the fact, her heart begins to swell, in spite of
herself, and in brief sentences--each sentence
sob-she says, looking tenderly backwards.
ace Cere 10 be married shortly Ther sorrowing-