The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1865-08-07

rCM0O money OF b06GW1QS more .Cnans
once, and had, at least two: thirds Of
his sister-in-law's pin-money, every
quarter; but still no one could help
liking him, and he was almost adored
by the servants. I,
ST took the letter to Wild Mr.. Win
at his lodgings in Greet Ryder street,
St. James. He was drinking hook
with a captain Of dragons and low
wretch of fellow that got his living
by prize-6ghting, but he came out on
the landing to speak to ME. Ishowed
him the letter, and limited at my
doubts. II ~
"'Stuff and nonsense he cried.
when he had read the letter twice
through and held it to the light. It's
Jack Cartfoil's fist for. five hundred
guineas. .(My, lords name was John.
Newmarket to the knoclzer OF New
gate, that it's my brothers hand
Nobody makes blots like these ex-
cept the Earl Of Millamant.' Beslles,
don't you see that he spells swept
sswep,' without tho It. Jack never
could spell. Trot you sway to the
bankers, my, worthy soul, and get
the plate, and polish it all up
nice and bright, for you know how
partic alar my Lord Millamant IS, and
what a pother there will be if the
coronet doesu't come well out Oh the
spoons and forks There, get along
with YOU, and there's guinea to
drink my health. Stop-lnina. for
safety, you lock the plate up in my
lady's boudoir.'
''Of course, after the Honorable
William Cartfoil had given his opinion,
hesitation was no longer to be thought
of. Beeswing and. I took hackney
coach to Fleet street, and the head
cashier, when he ordered one of the
porters to carry. the four plate chests
to the carriage, aid, My lords hand
writing was as plain as pike-staff,
and he should like to cash check for
ten thousand with such q Millamant
signed to. it. He gave me-such a
nice gentleman as he was, too-a
guinea to drink the health Of the firm
All, how liberal people were forty
years ago!
"We looked over the plate that
evening, counted everything; found
all in accordance with the lists, and,
with the assistance of the three house
maids, ] had everything cleaned and
polished up by supper time. But still I
fit uneasy; I could not repress q
dreadful feeling of terror at some
thing-I knew not what. The plate
was Ill locked up again and deposited,
according to Mr. Wills instructions,
in my lady's boudoir, which was at
the end of q grand suit of apartments
on the first floor. There was no door
to this room, only heavy hangings to
''Stin I felt uneasy, and, towards
10 o'clock, 1 slipped up, and going to
our hutcher, Mr.. Chubbychop, in
Mount street, Grosvenor Square, 1
borrowed his well known and fierce
bulldog, fowler, from him.. to keep
guard in the house all night, One of
the butchers boys brought the dog
muzzled to our house, for he was
dreadfully savage. and just before we
wcnt to bed, Bceswing unmuzzled
him and let him loose in the hall.
II had dreadful dreams that night
dreamed OF Il procession of men car
rying cof1ins, one after another, in a
long procession that never ended
The morning came at last; the young
est house maid awoke me, and I came
down to breakfast in the sti1l-room,
when in came Mr.. Beeswing, trem-
bling all over, and with IL face as white
as chalk.
''For the Lord Almighty's sake,
come this way!" he cried.
He led or rather dragged me to
the boudoir on the first floor, and
there saw sight I shall never to my
dying day forget. The rich carpet
was dabbled in blood, and on it there
lay his length along the body of q
man-stark, stiff and dead. His throat
had been literally torns9ut by the dog,
which crouchcd by his side, uttering Il
low growl now and then, and licking