The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1869-01-14
Wild Mr. Will,

4 Christmas party was gathered round
ir.-a leaping, roaring, jovial, coal-fire-
and indulging IN the orthodox amusemen
OF storytelling. We had an ancient house
keeper amoDg lis. who had known some OF
rs ever since we were born, and the papas
aud mammas Of many others of us a long
time before We We're born.
"Ah r. remarked this ancient dame,
when one OF our stories-l think it was a
gh0~t story-had come to a conclusion
''its all very easy to talk, but | suppose
tbere are other persons who have seen
strange things, s,-ay, and can tell strange
thugs about EN-, too. Ii isn't for nothing
hat | lived seven years and three months
ia the service of my Lord N1illamant.'
II knew his lordship well, | observed,
"tAat is, have seen his portrait in the
prnt-shops. and read Of his achievements
IN the newspapers, when was a boy. He
ran away with and married Miss ,Jaghire
thg great Indian heiress, didn't he :"
Yes, sir, he did,
He killed Sin IIarereaycs Grimwood, the
west county baronet, III a duel about Lady
Grimwood, didn't he? | remember his
laa and acquital az though they had oc-
aired Yesterday"
''les, sir, he did but he was badly pro-
voked. Nlr tIar9reuyes was bad man
lived a the Birthstone Coffee House, and
always drank a pint OF Schiedam before
breakfast. He wasn't the first tall gentle
man VIII, had been shot about Lady Grim
wood
And he died ambassador at Madrid,
didn't he
'Yes sir but that was long after | left
his service. 1t is full forty years ago that
was housekeeper to the Right Honorable
the Earl Of Milamant, Lord Lieutenant OF
Darkshire. at CarloH House, Hay llill
Berkely Square
Aud was IT there you had become ac-
4uaiuted with amy strange tale :"
The housekeeper nodded Significantly.
What may it have lccn about. now
love?"
Not a bit Of it, replied the housekeep-
er: Il could never abide love, and wouldn't
trouble my head about such nonsense. No,
it wasn't the least in the world about love" "
Murder, now ?" / limited.
'Worse !" said the housekeeper, en-
phatically.
''WorSe+' | repeated. "What can be
worse - ! might lave suggested fire
thieves, suicide, eIopement but | thought
murder would cover a multitude OF crimes
Il see you are all dying of curiosity tc
know about it, and won't keep you any
longer III suspense. Besides, the story is q
very short one. 1t was hushed up at the
time, and il would have been much more
than my place was worth to breathe WORD
OF it to a living soul. But the chief peo
pie concerned in it are all dead. The very
dog was poisoned by the butcher the day
could have wageed a tail to compromise
auybody,"
But we haven't heard who the doc was
on the butcher either | broke ill., am
alfhd, somewhat impaliently. pray be
sln at The beginning, my dear madam we
are all impatient to hear"
w ell, then" commenced the housekeep
er, settling herself comfortably III her arm
chair, ''you shall hear about it, Just draw
yOur chails closer around me- for Pm no
very long oil breath
w ! vi" a. tHN "a" iiu1 dtSlTcu, dul Sit
went on thus:
"ln the year eighteen hundred and nine
teen, ! was, as | have told you, housekeep
er to my Lord Milamant The story | an
telling YOU has 10 DO with the winter of tha
same year
MY Lord had been away from London
during the hunting season. He had pacl
of hounds at CarttoiI Hall CHE family nam,
was Cartoil,) and had been entertaining
all the gentry of the country side, will
many of the nobility Of London, in the true
style OF the old English hospitality.
AN the grand furniture in the mansion
on Hay Hill had been covered up since Sep
tember, when his lordship and her adyshiI
went out OF the town. The carpets i'll tn,
grand saloon were rolled up, the chan.
delers wrapped in yellow oauze: lh,
pictures the same-dreadtul, grim ole
pictues there were OF nobemen in curl
wigs, and ladies in hoop petticoats ant
shockingly low dresses-and the rich slve
and parcel gilt plate, OF which my Lor,
Millamant, being 50 great nobleman, ha
vast quantity, was safe aud sound in fou
oak chests, clamped with iron, at Messrs
Doublon & Moydor's, the bankers in Flee
street.
sit was good plan to send ones silve
to the bankers, for there were plenty {
house-breakers about in those days, and u
police except the wheezy old consables
and the Bow street waistcoats.