The Cleveland leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1865-1865, 1865-05-20

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Wood. Prsy be punetual this time. l an
engaged after twelve, l trust you viii b
looking your best not pale as oR Monday
and Thursday" -
There's somebody in the house with
Dinah, there's somebody in the house, ]
know. rushed out with the receipt il
my hand, and the boy snstched it, and took
to flight, for he saw that was dangerous
What could this dreadful message mean,
or rather what meaning could it have but
one Rupert Merringtonl not at all q
steady sounding name, to begin with; the
sender, too, was evidently no business man,
or be would not have exceeded his twenty
wnrds 30 toolishly. It had military smack
sll over land didn't like that notions
military smack y. Merrington WAS of
course sn assumed name. The handvrit-
| ing was good, and 80 far unlike the CAP
tains; but then people don't write their
own telegraph messages. 1 falt that some
| immediate action was necessary, or that
should be sutfOcated. In couple Of min
utes was in q handsome carriage bound
for Cupidon Villas, in state of mind easier
imagined than described and yet 1 have
often read descriptions of It in novels which
proiessed to describe aristocratic life, and
had often seen upon the stage (althOugh
principally in fsrces) the husband rAcksd
by Jealous psngs. ....--. .,.
What had there been to laugh attn tha
wonder now2 Why should the tender
est emotions of the human heart be made
the subject of buffoon-. But Whist wick
ed looking set of houses were those which
was now psssing2 If brick aud mortar
and especially stucco-can look vicious,
certainly st. Johns Wood possesses 8 pa
tent for
"Whst number, sir" shouted my driver
through the little hole IN the roof; t4his is
Cupidon Villas"
al am sorry TO hear il" groAned 1, pass
ing my pocket-handerehief over my brow.
"Don't mind me, my good man, (for his |
countensnee evineed much dismsy at nv |
voice and msnner;) know it is not your
fault that am miserable. Please to pull |
up at No. g."
Of all the wicked looking houses in Gu
pidon Terrace No. 6 was, it seemed 70 me
the wickedest. The round eve vhic6
formed its staircase window winked
in the sunlight, and In the gar
den was little grating, as though for tha
purpose of reconnaissance before ths ad-
mittance, which was little grating to me.
The drawing room shutters were closed.
This latter circumstance gave me some
satisfaction, since it might signify that Mr.,
Merrington was desd; but 8 glance at the
gay attire of the servant girl who answer
ed my summons cut away the ground of
AIS Mrs. r within 2D in
luired with tone of indifference.
"Well-yes, sir-but you can't see her
ust at present. Mr.. Merrington has
crest objection to-
"UoniOund Mr.. Merrington r. cried I.
pushing my way in. wish to see my
wife"
@Ob, your wife is it, sirq' replied the
maid with giggle. "Fhen, of course you
an go up, if you please, although it's IS
much as my place is worth. You will find
hem In the drawing.room.
"WhAt thereI - exclaimed passion
.tely, pointing to the closed windows.
ayes, of course, sir That's the room
hey always sit In"
"Ihey always sit in? Then this sort of
hing must have been going on for years P'
l cleared the two little flights of stairs
n couple Of bounds, and hurled open the
rswicg room door like cstapult.
found myself in q large apartment
indeed, upon one side. but well
it by huge window Invisible from the
rOnt Of the house) at its northern end.
n the centre of the room was raised a
tructure, hung with purple, and rather
esenbling scAhold decorated for the ex-
cution Of royalty, and upon the sesfold
b. my wife in an uncomfortable attitude.
nd with an expression Of cOuntenAnee that =
he only wears upon those ceremonious oc- o.
aslOHs which demsnl what are called I
company msnners" Between her and :
be window stood gentleman with NOUS
aches, and velvet coat, at an easel. and
vidently painting her portrait, He els-
ated his eyebrows at my peculiar mode of
ntering the room, and looked towards nv
life as if for an explanation of the phe-
omenon.
''It is only my husband Mr.. Merrine-
IN" returned she. so John, L am so
,rry that you found me out for l had 81
leant my picture to be a pleasant sur .
rise to you upon your birthday next week. q
his WAS to be my last sitting but one;
I'D nobody knows the trouble have y
Iken to keep you ignorant of my coming
ese. That stupid Emily Jane must have n
t it out"
" No, my DEAR" said I, aI discovered
ls fact for myself through the telegraph Z
nd really, IL couldn't help coming y
own to see how the picture was getting :,
n. 1t Was 50 very kind of you. And, :
ear me, Mr.. MerringtOn, what a charm. Z
e likeness ... s..sE
"Well, it's not in very good light YOU " I.
'e," rejoined ne depreo itlDgly. hNot
AVing room with sky-light I am =
OIiged to block up these windows. and =
snage now l can. 1t makes the house /.
ark, and, am afraid csused you to STUN :
e at the drawing-FOom door"
.1es, said l. ''Lhst WAS just it very
early came In head first. II only 7
fought I'd look in on my way to the city.
won't Interrupt youanoLher moment and "
deed, have myself no time to lose.n
gave the maid five shillings and, think
4 it would be more likely to insure her
lence, chuck under the chin. Then l
rote to PesbOdy, from Bunhiu Row,
here my plEce of business is situated, to
Il hlm would not make fool of him .
~ longer; but the fact was, that during (
q last few weeks, / had been making nv
ile sit tor her picture, which he was 70 A
me and pass his Judgment on as soon AZ a
Was AhloAONi bHOAo Was question as 10 +.
hether the flower in her hair was an I'M
'ovement or not
But knew that Emily Jane would tell d
ma Marie all about it. However. no d
ing Was said until my birthday arrived,
ID with it the portrait, for which the n,
'ar creature had saved up her pin money,
i'd put herself to the greatest ineonve.
ence- I declare my heart smote me for :
y base suspicious, When I looked upon I
ut honest face, which had never worn
int before. Upon that dsy she said q
3y the bye, John, when that telegraph
rived for me from Mr.. Merrington, it
dh't make you jealous, at all, did it?'
''Oh, desr, no, my darling Jealous of s.
'u2 Impossibiel Not, Of course, that n
u are not beautiful enough to make all, ~
q world fall in love with you; but :
,ger dreamed Of such thing.@
"ThaFs ali rignt, John" said sbe, kiss. Al
g me; but there was wicked twinkle =
her kind eyes, rs she added dryly: II
n glad to hear you say that for, do you =
low, my dear 1 almost thought you were =
It little Jealous. ~ Chambers Journal. \
DRUGS & MEDICINES.