The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-01-15
HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
BY ANTHONY TRoLLoPE.
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CHAPTER Xxx.

SHOWING HOW COLONEL OSBORNE WENT
TO CONGRATULATIONS.
Together with Miss Stanbury's first let
ter to her sister-in-law, letter had al
so been delivered to Mrs. Trevelyan.
Nora Rowley, as her sister had left the
room with this in her hand, had express
ed her opinion that it had come from
Trevelyan, but it had in truth been
written by Colonel Osborne. And when
that second letter from Miss Stanbury
had been received at the Clock House,
that in which she in plain terms
begged pardon for tie accusation con-
viewed in her first letter,-Colonel Os-
horne had started on his deceitful little
journey to Cockchaffington, and MIR.
Bozzle, the ex-policeman who had him
in hand, had already asked his way to
Nuncombe Putney.
When Colonel Osborne learned that
Louis Trevelyan had broken mp his es
tablishment in Curzon Street, and had
sent his wife away into barbarous re-
tireRent in Dartmoor,-for such was the
nature of the information on the sub
iect which was spread among Trevel-
vans friends in London; and when he
was made aware also that all this was
done on his accOunt-because he was so
closely intimate with Trevelyan's wife,
and because Trsvelyan's wife was, and
persisted in continuing to be, so closely
intimate with him,--his vanity was graf
fed.
Although it might be true. and no
doubt was true, that he said much to his
friends and to himself of the deep sor-
row which he felt that such trouble
should befall his old friend and his old
friends daughter, nevertheless, as he
curled his gray whiskers before the
glass, and made the most of such rem
uant of hair as was left on the top Of
his head, as he looked at the padding of
his coat, and completed study OF the
wrinkles beneath his eyes, so that In
conversation they might be as little APP
parent as possible, he felt more of pleas
ure than of pain in regard to the whole
affair. 1t was very sad that 1T should
be so, but it was human. Had it been
in his power to set the whole matter
right by a word, he would probably
have spoken that word; but as this was
not possible, as Trevelyan had in his
opinion made gross fool of himself, as
Emily Trevelyau was very nice, and not
the less nice in that she certainly was
fond of himself, as great tyranny had
been used towards her, and as he him.
self had still the plea OF old family
friendship to protect his conscience,-to
protect his conscience, unless he went
so far as to make that plea au addition
al sting to his conscience,-he thought
that, as q man, he must follow up the
matter. Here was a young and fashion.
able and very pretty woman banished
to the wilds of DartmOor for his sake. |
And, as far as he could understand, she
would not have been so banished had
she consented to say that she would give
up her acquaintance with him. In
such circu instances as these was it pos
sible that he should do nothiugi Va
rious ideas ran through his head. He
began to think that, if Trevelyan
were out of the way, he might-migh MT
perhaps be almost tempted to make |
this woman his wife. She was so nice
that he almost thought that he might
be rash enough for that, although he
knew well the satisfaction of being a
bachelor; but rs the thought suggested |
itself to him, he was well aware that he
was thinking of thing quite dis
tant from him. The reader is not to
suppose that Colonel Osborne meditated |
any making away with tho husband
Our Colonel was certainly not the man
fer a murder. Nor did he even think of
running away with his friends daugh |
ter. Though he told himself that he
could dispose of his wrinkles satisfacto- |
rily, still he knew himself and his pow
ers sufficiently to be aware that he was
no longer fit to be the hero of such q ro-
nance as that. He acknowledged to
himself that there was much labor to be |
gone through in running away with |
another mans wife; and that the re-
suits, in respect to personal comfort, are
not always happy. But what if Mrs.
Trevelyan were to divorce herself from
her husband on the score of her hus.
bands cruelty Various horrors were re-
lated as to the mans treatment of his
wife. By some it was said that she was
IN the prison on Dartmoor,-Or, If not
actually in the prison, an arrangement
whlch the prison discipline might per
maps make ditfcult,-that she was in
the custody of one of the prison warders,
VINO possessed prim cottage and aprim
wife, Just outside the nrison walls,
Colonel Osborne did not himself be-
lieve eveA so much as this. Inf he did
believe that Mrs. Trevelyan had been
banished to some inhospitable region.
to some dreary, cOmfortless abode Of
which, as the wife of man of fortune
she would have great ground to COM
plain. So thinking, he did not proba-
bly, declare to himself that divorce
should be obtained, and that, in such
event, he would marry the lady. But
ideas came across his mind in that di-
rection. Trevelyan was cruel Blue
beard. Emily-as he was studiOus to
call Mrs. Trevelyan-was dear injured
saint. And as for himself, though he
acknowledged to himself that the lum-
bago pinched him now and again, so
that he could not rise from his chair
with all the alacrity Of youth, yet, |