The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-06-14

mistress must have got it after all. Just
, run up and tell her l want to see her for
, a minute"
} Emily Jane who had been in our ser
vice ever since we were married, turned
as scarlet as her cap ribbons. ''Sir," :"
said she, boldei than brass ''missis has
just stepped out; she has taken Two of
the girls for walk
(Which twol' inquired I, looking
this abandoned young person full in the
face. Her subtle spirit was cowed by
that course Of procedure; she replied that
she did not know-she didn't recollect-
she hadn't paid particular attention, but
she rather thought it was the two young
cst-all in breath.
'ln that CASE reioined /, pointing
with withering scorn to the perambulator.
''how came Ms here No, Emily Jane ;
your mistress must have taken out with
with her to-day the same two children
that she took on Monday and on Thurs
day, when her sore throat was so bad
that she could not go out with me-"
"Nes, sir" replied she; it was the
same two"
"Emily Jane" said I solcmnly, 'alweys
tell the truth. I knoU aH Where is
your mistress gone to, all by herself to.
day, with her hair SO neatly arranged.
and flower stuck in the leit-hand side
of her head and that after telling me
she was too busy to move out. Conceal
ment is worse than useless. Where is
she %
''Wild horses shouldn't do it." returned
the domestic resolutely IL told her I
would keep it dark, and I wont betrav
no confidence as has been reposed in me-
You must find it out all of your own
head, sir; o dear, O dear!'
Here to my confusion Emily Jane cast
her apron, by sudden and dexterous
movement over her features, and in that
blinded condition rushed down the kitchen
stairs like bull stung by bees.
AT this moment the door-bcll rang with
violence such as none of our visitors ex-
cept the captain, ever dare TO use. NV
wrctched heart seemed to experience a
little throb of joy. He at least, then
and L confess my suspicious had been
turned in his direction, for was it not
his profession to guard us from foreign
foes, and to destroy our domestic peace
he at least, | say ,'n(eSs there uas more than
oHe-I dared not trust myself TO finish
the reflection, but opened the front door
with my own hands.
1t was somebody in uniform, but not
the captain. telegraph to MIS-. r.
squeaked the boy in his shrill. thin voice
please to sign on the rght-'and side -"
Then dancing double shuttle upon the
doorstep, in order to keep himself warm.
he broke forth into a ballad. "I'here's
somebody in the house with Dinah. there's
somebody in the house know there's
somebody in the house with Dnah."
| didn't like his impudencc. and didn't
Ike his song, but there was nothing for
1t but submit. What could Anna Maria
be doing with telcaraphs "From Ru.
pert Melrington, q Cupidon Villas, St.
Johns Wood. Pray, be punctual this
time am engaged after twelve. | trust
you will be looking your best, not pale as
on Monday and Thursday
"There's somebody in the house with
Dlnah, there's somebody in the house |
know rushed out with the recent
IN my hand, and the boy snatched it and
took to flight, for Ire saw that was dam
GerouS. What could this dreadful mes
sage mean? or rather what meaning
could it have but one9 Rupert Merring
ton! not at all a steady y-sounding nmme.
to begin with the sender, too. was ey
identity no business man, or he would not
have exceeded his twenty words so fool.
lshly. 1t had military smack all over
and | didn't like that notion-a military
smack ] Merrington, of course, was
an assumed name. The handwriting was
good, and so far unlike the captains; but
then people don't write their own tce-
graph messages. l felt that some imme-
diate action was necessary, or that !
should be sufiocated. IN a couple of
minutes | was in Hanson bound for
Cupidon Villas, in n state of mind cas-
ier imagined than described; and vet I
had often read descriptions of it in novels
which profcssed to describe aristocratic
life, and often had seen upon the stage
Lalthough principally in farces1 the hus-
band racked by jealous pangs.
What had there been to laugh at in
that, ! wondered now Why should
the tcnderest emotions Of ihe human
heart be made the subject of bulfoon.-
But what a wicked looking set Of houses
were these which l was now passing
If bricks and mortar, and especially stuc-
60 can look vicious, certainly ST. Johns
Wood possesses a pattern for
''What number, sir :" shouted my
driver through the little hole in the roof.
''This is Cupidon Villas"
Il am sorry TO hear it," groane,l /,
passing my pocket handkerchief over my
brow. "Don't mind me, my good man."
for his countenance evinced much disEnay
at my voice and manner. 81 know ITS not
your fault that am miserable. Please
to pull up at No. 6.
Of all the wicked looking houses in
Cupidon Terrace, No. was, it seemed
to me the wickedest. The round eye
which formed the staircase window, wink
ed viciously in the sunlight, and in the
garden was little grating, as though for
the purDose of reconnOiSanca hafors al