The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-01-03


of the current naughtiness of the
times, derived as much from its inside
as from its out, from personal expert
ence as from disinterested contempla-
ton. In Mr.. Hervey's day vice was
gentlemanly than not. And to
be always looking on and never taking
part in the proceedings of the world
of ton and quality was to be something
like timid speculator, who incessant-
ly studying and vexing himself con-
corning the doings In the money mar
bket, yet abstains from risking an in
vestment, however insignificant. a
Sir Godfrey expressed his approval
of the treatment he received from
the host of the Three Tuns in Shan
dois Street. He pronounced the din
b er admirable, the Burgundy excel
lent. He demanded second bottle,
and rendered his thanks to the land
lord for his attention. t.......
Whom have you in the next room,
drawer?" he inquired of the waiter.
Sir Geofreys attention had more than
once, during his meal, been arrested
by the noise of loud talking and
laughing and boisterous revelry. pro-
ceeding from an adjoining chamber.
In No. z, Sir Geoffrey?" said the
waiter. The young Welsh baronet,
Sir Owen Price, is entertaining par
ty of his friends 4 Eosif -
SAY, ay; Sir Owen Price, (" repeated
Mr.. Hervey, with segacious air.
"A noisy party continued the
waiter; they'll be breaking heads
anon, / fear They begun by break
ing bottles. The house would be bet
ter without such customers; such a
mad, registering set as they arel They
scare away honest and peaeeable folks
with their oaths and their .brawling
and their drunkenness. They'll be
doing grave mischief before long.
Already they've long account to
pay for smashed glasses and shattered
platters But Sir Owen is man of
property; he must have his will, |
suppose; and he pays his way. We
can't show such a customer the door.
Hell mend, man; he'll mend,
said Sir Godfrey charitably. We
must make allowances for the heat of
young blood" And then, the waiter
having quilted the room, he demand
ed of his friend, Do you know this
Sir Owen, Ned ?"--s~ So
"Ay; I've heard tales of him, and
have seen him at the theatre, % Mr.. Her
vey replied, rather evasively; and he
lowered his voice Tnysteriously as he
continued, "'Tis said of him that he is
the lover of the Mrs. Askew whom we
are to see tonight" sf =
1.-THE jade" said Sir Godfrey; will
nothing less than a baronet content
her ladyship? But it has ever been
the same with these player women.
They are true daughters of Moab, as
the Puritans often said of them"
Now, this Mrs. Askew has borne
good repute hitherto; and there is
little known against her now for GER
tainty. She has even been scoffed at
for her prudery. and while she has
kindled many a fame, is said to have
remained ice cold to herself Such is
her friends account of her. Half the
theatre have been her lovers; yet none
could boast that he had been more ia
vored than his fellows. The story of
Sir Ovens success may not be true,
but set afoat by some rejected sutton
in revenge for his own disappoint-
ment."
We'll hope so, Ned. The players
have little character to spare. We
will not rob this poor creature of hers
until the case against her be fully
proven. And now let us discharge
the reckoning, and move on to the
playhouse"
The party in No. z were also break
ing up. Sir Owen Price was calling
aloud for coaches or chairs for his
friends. AS Sir Godfrey and Mr..
Hervey descended the stairs, the
Welsh baronet was heard talking
angrily.
{" IF that scoundrel Knevit dares to
stand between me and Mrs Askew,
let him look to it'll / say let him look
to It'll One way or another I'll be
even with him, the dog, let who will
try to hinder me.
!" Well spoken, Owen" said one of
his friends.
major Moxon's voice" Mr.. Hervey
whispered TO his companion.
=" Whom is he threatening?" asked
Sir Godfrey.
"Knevit, the actor. He is Mrs.
Askew's play-fellow, and is said, if
any one has, to have won her love-I
know not with what truth There has
been much tattle on the subject. I
will tell you more of it anon. There
is story thereanent that is worth re-
lating."
These players Oh, these playersp
murmured Sir Godfrey.
They proceeded on foot to the thea
ire in Lincoln s-inn-felds, and took
their seats quietly in the pit.
TO BE CONTINUED.