The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-09-02
PLYMOUTH, INDIANA, THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 2 1869.

turned upon the state of the agricultural
districts. There had been some threaten
ing Of disturbance, and several incendiary
fires visible from Brighton; but the
presence of a large cavalry force at the
latter place kept the fashionable folks en-
tirely at their ease as regarded visit from
the "mOb."
After passing through the village of
Portslade, the bishop began to scrutinize
the locality with keen interest.
"Here are spots, he observed, "in which
escape or concealment would not be diff
ficult for these misguided persons, should
these ample rick yards tempt them to fresh
broken-My FRIEND" added the bishop,
taking the advantage of the carriage walk
ing up hill to accOst a rustic who was at
hand, edo you know Coldstone Bottom
and-and Twin-Trec Lane?"
81 low do" said the man, whereby
I've lived at COldstOne better nor twenty
years. T'other's to the left, handy"
For the remainder of the drive the
bishop was silent and meditative. They
were quickly in Brighton, when the bishop
drove to the York Hotel, dismissed the
carriage, and ordered apartments.
ave will dine together, Charles, at
seven," he said to his nephew; the eve-
ming is at your disposal, for my work,
which may possibly detain me to late
hour. admits of no assistance or interfer-
ence."
There was an emphasis on the latter
words that forbade remOnstrance. But
the Reverend Charles Lileham was sensible
of an underlined anxiety which induced
him to resolve that, happen what would,
he must not let his honOred relative wan
der far from his sight. 1t was little be-
fore eleven when the bishop, suddenly
rising, put on his great coat, took his hat
and stick, and affectionately pressing his
nephew's hand, walked quietly forth alone.
That night, the 9th of May, was a festi-
val one at Brighton. A gentleman of the
highest distinction, i'm his line, was recciv-
ing the compliment of what might be just
ly called "public" dinner, inasmuch as
it was held ut the Clcnched Fists, Birdcage
Lane, North Street, and was open to any
gentleman interested in the matter to the
amount of three-and- -sixpence, liquors not
included
1t was well attended, for Mr.. William
Bcekes, far better known as the Bradford
Dumping" retired champion of England,
was the son of q much respected yeO-
man farmer in the vicinity, and,
though making Bradford the city of
his adoption, had never forgotten the
peaceful village that gave him birth.
The heads he had punched in youth were,
like his own, tinged with gray for the
Dumping had attained the Qor the ring)
patriarchal age of forty ive,-but his visits
were hailed with undiminished enthusiasm,
and, moreover, this 9th of May was the
anniversary of the last great triumph of
his professional career.
The festivities were prolonged to a late
hour. At that disturbed pcriod,it was felt
that the usual loyal toasts should be re-
ceivcT with double honTs, if not with
double druughts, and it was past ten o'clock
before the chairman arrived at the great
toast of the evening.
A song (patriotic), and another (pugilis
tic), with choruses to both, wound up the
evening; when, as closing time approached,
it was proposed to escort the eX-champion
to his private residence in Burr Alley
West Street, give him three cheers, and
dismiss him to his slumbers But to this
little attention the Dumping opposed a
strenuous opposition. He preferred walk
ing home quietly, alone and unrecognizcd,
indeed, he was not going home, least
ways, not yet. He had an engagement be-
yond the town, Patcham way, and it was
near upon the time. To the playful COM
ment of one of his friends that it was Il
rum start" the Dumping merely re-
spondcd with wink. To another, a little
fluttered with drink, who affectionately
insisted upon bearing him company whith-
ersoever he was bound, the Dumping
offered just sufficient personal violence to
disable him from doing anything of the
sort, and, having at length shaken off his
friends, strobe away. 1t was at this time
nearly half-past eleven.
The same evening Colonel Spurrier,
commanding the gallant Hussar regiment
at that time occupying Brighton bar
racks, had dined ut the mess The
circumstance was not of frequent occur
renee, the colonel being married man,
and having house in Brunswick Square.
During the meal letter, bearing the police
official seal, was delivered to him. The
colonel read it with serious look, but not
till later i'm the evening did he communi-
cate the contents to the officers present.
1t seemed that the authorities had been
warned of the probability of a meeting of
the chief promoters of discomfort, at some
spot near Brighton, and, fearing that the
ordinary civil force might prove insufficient
to effect the capture, the magistrates re-
quested that small military detachment
might be held in readiness to act in case of
need.
The colonel supplemented his informa-
ton by issuing the necessary directions,
and added that he should himself sleep in
barracks that night, although for the next
two hours, at least, he must unavoidably
be absent
"Perhaps," he added, smiling, as he
threw on cloak and lit his cigar, II may
bring back some information of the enc
mys movements. | am not going into the
town"
Permit me, sir" said the young Adju-
tant, "tO recommend you not to go entire
ly unarmed. Your face is known, and if
these lurking rascals are in earnest"
"Well, well; lend me your pistols,
Baird" said the Colonel, and, thrusting
them into his pocket, walked away.
The clock struck eleven as the sentry at
the gate saw the Colonel suddenly quit
the hghrOad, and strike across the rising
grounds i'm rear of the barracks.
another event of some interest had sig
nalizcd this especial evening. the 9th of
May, at Brighton That admirable come
dian. Mr. L., had wound up IA starring en-
gagement Of six nights, With benefit
that attracted nearly all the play going
world of that gay watering place. He had
acted i'm three pieces with indispensable
humor, marked, however, as the night
drew on, with haste and excitement
unusual with him, and which did not
escape the notice of his fellow performers.
He was pcrpetually glancing at his watch;
fell into quite passion at trifling delay