The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-03-28

means, DeyOnd WnaL might nave Deen
obtained by Bullingham, were abb
sorbed in one or other of his abor-
tive schemes. Awakened at last to
her position, poor Miss Sympleson
was induced by this man, who still
retained bis extraordinary influence
over her, to seek toretrieve her losses
by investing every shilling that re-
manned TO her In the st. George
Channel. &c. Company, whose shares
were rising every hour This was
the death blew. The bubble burst
Miss Sympleson was beggar.
But what, | asked, could induce
her nephew to stand coolly BIZ. and
allow this syindling vagabond, whose
character he perfectly understood. to
work the ruin of his kind relative?
Christine shook her head. With a
little pressing, she confessed her be-
lief that there was little to choose be-
tween those two gentlemen. :" With
out being formally admitted to her
MISTRESS confidence in such mat
ters, the faithful servant knew enough
to convince her that BulIingham had
secured at least one-half of his aunt's
property.
| = But had he done nothing?& Was |
to understand that he had abandoned
his benefactress to her fate? Had he
made no provision for her at all?
Not one halfpenny: 1t was possible
he might not be fully aware of her
destitute condition: After the great
shock, Miss Sympleson had written
one letter, entreating that advice she,
poor thing, had been hitherto SO
prompt to bestow. But no answer
came. and the pride of the poor lady
revolving against any further appeal
to one so much her debtor, she came
to the resolution to retire under an
assumed name. into some cheap neigh
borhood, and there patiently await the
change that time and sorrow we're
rapidly working in her feeble frame.
They had means to pay for lodging,
but nothing more,-and their food
was furnished by their generous
neighbors of Myrtle Grove.
| had hardly patience to hear to an
end, so eager was | to hasten to my
dear old friend. But Christine warn
ed me that her present state of health
would not admit of sudden surprises;
and, with reluctance, was prevailed
upon to proceed at once to London,
and defer my interview with her until
/ had afforded her base relative one
more chance of redeeming, in some
poor measure, the wrong he had done.
| My heart swelled as / took out my
well filled pocket book, and forced
upon Christine a portion, infinitesi-
mally small, of the debt I owed her
| generous mistress. So we parted.
The very next day saw me assailing
the door of the eminent counsel in
Lincoln's Inn, and requesting an i'm
mediate Interview.
Tho clerk disappeared, and return
ed with an answer that Mr.. Bulling-
ham had revisited his chambers that
day for the FIRST time, and was much
/ fatigued, but would see me.
Mr.. Bullingham had been i'll? He
had-both abroad Cat NIECE and at
home-for several months. l strobe
in.
Freddy was lying upon couch. al
most the shadow of his former self:
but he assured me he was recovering
and that his physicians stipulated but
for few weeks longer absence from
work.
8 shall be glad indeed to be at it
again" he added. This has been a
terrible check in the race, and I am
at present nowhere. 1 have suffered
both in purse and position, while vou
you lucky fellow, have been shearing
the golden fleece of Australia, like a
thousand Jasons rolled into one.
. cannot see that you have much
reason to complain, Bullingham," I
replied. There is a certain kind of
sheep bred in English pastures, both
easy and profitable to shear. You
can, perhaps, guess to what [ refer. y
/" I'll be hanged if I can, though"
said Fred. Sheep? What sheep?
/ Clients
!" Aunts," said /, quietly, and SIM
ple-minded folk, who follow their af-
fections rather than, their, Judgment.
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