The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1868-12-19
HE KNEW HE WASRIGHT
BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE..
CHAPTER MI.
Continued. J

NO, aunt; didn't write them.
shouldn't know how"
"And hope you'll never learn. They
say women are to vote, aud become doc
tors, and if so, there's no knowing what
devils tricks they mayn't do. But 1T
isn't your fault about that filthy news
paper. How be can let himself down to
write stuff that is TO be printed on straw
is what / cannot understand
Il don't see how it can make = differ
ence as he writes it,"
at would make a great deal Of differ
ence to me. And Pm told that what
they call ink comes off on your fingers
like lamp-blaek. l never touched one,
thank God; but they tell me so. All
the same; 1t isn't your fault
owe nothing to do with it, Aunt
StanbuTy."
"OfcOurse you've not. And las he is your
brother, it wouldn't be natural that you
should like to throw him Off And, my
dear, like you for taking his part. On
" you needn't have been SO fierce with
an old woman"
"Indee1-indeed didn't mean to be
fierce, Aunt Stanbury.'
IL aever was taken up so short in my
life. But we won't mind that. There;
he shall come and see you. | suppose he
won't insist on leaving any OF his nastl-
ness about"
But is he to come here, Aunt Stan
bury ?"
ale may if he please8.
80 Aunt Stanbury,'
when he was here last, he generally
had pipe in his mouth, and l dare say
he never puts it down at all now.
Those things grow upon yonng people SO
fast. But if he could leave it on the door
step just while he's here should be
obliged to him."
but, dear aunt, couldn't ! see him IN
the street 7;
"Out in the street No, my dear. All
the world is not to know that he's your
brother, and he is dressed in such a
rapscallion manner that the people
would think yau were talking to a house
breaker
Dorothy face became again red as she
heard this, and the angry words were
very nearly spoken.
"The last time | saw him." continued
Miss Stanbury, che had on short,
rough Jacket with enormous buttons,
and one of those tlipperty-lopperty
things on his head that the butcher
boys wear. And, o, the smell of tobac-
co, As he had been up in London,
suppose he thought Exeter was no bet
ter than village, and he might do just
as he pleased. But he knew that, If
Pm particular about anything, II Is
about gentleman's hat IN the streets
And he wanted meme to walk With
L. H.
should have been booted about the
Close like pair of mad dogs:-and 50 |
told him.
"All the young men seem t. dress
like that now, Aunt Staubury."
mo, they don't. NJ. Gibson doesn't
dress like that"
But mes a clergy Aunt Stan
bury"
Perhaps rm an old fool dare say
am, and of course that's what you
mean. At any rate I'm too old 10 change,
and don't mean To try. like to see a
difference between gentleman and a
houss.breaker. For the matter of that,
Pm told that there is difference, and
that the house breakers all look like
gentlemen now. 1t may be urop4r 70
make us all stand on our heads win
our legs sticking up in the air: but
for one don't like being topsyturyv
and won't try it. When is he to reach
Exeteri
''He is coming on Tuesday next, 10y
the last train
"Then YOU can't see him that night.
That's ont of the question. No dsubt
he'll sleep at the Mays Head, rs that's
the lowest radical public house
in the city. Martha shall try to fad
him. She knows more about his habits
than do. If he chooses to come here
the following morning, before he goes
down TO Nuncombe Putney, we'll and
good. | shall wait up till Martha comes
back from the train on Tuesday night,
and hear" Dorothy was of course full of
gratitude and thanks; hut yet she felt
almost disappointed by the result OF her
aunt's clemency on the matter. She
had desired to take her brothers part,
and it had seemed to her as though she
done so in very lukewarm manner.
She had listened to an immense number
of accusations against him, and had
been unable to reply TO them because
she had been conquered by the promise
of visit. And now it was out of the
question that she should speak of going.
Her aunt had given way to her, and of
course had conquered her.
Late on the Tuesday evening, after
ten o'clock, Hugh Stanbury was walk
ing round the Close with his aunt's old
servant. He had not put up at that
dreadfully radical establishment of
which Miss Stanbury was so much
afraid, but had taken a bedroom at the
Railway Inn. From there he had
walked up to the Close with Martha,
and now was having a few last words
with her before he would allow her to
return to the house.