The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1869-09-10
IAN the Year Round.1
THE TRYsT II TWIN-TREE LANE

years aSOJs ln6Ee OccuIIeU Slh=
which, whether for the incongruIty
OF its constituent elements, the dlth
cultles with which it was encompass
ed, its gloom and mystery, or its actua
purpose, has, to the best of the wri
ter's belief, no parallel IN social his
tory.
During the period that has since
elapsed, many minor particulars have
come to light, and supplied the ma
terials for as circumstantial a nara
tive of this singular transaction as the
most curious inquirer could desire:
On the evening Of the 9Th Of May,
that is, the day preceding the incident
about to be related, the family OF Mr.
Newton HoTsfal, Of COWling PrIors,
Herts, noticed something unusual 10
that gentleman's demeanor.
Mr.. Horsfall was the representative
of an OLD and loyal county family.
Though of some what quite and re-
firing habits, he was an active county
magistrate, and, the previous year,
had served the office of high sheriff
Aged. at this period, about iorty-eight
he had married seven years before a
lady twenty years his junior, by whom
he had a son and daughter.
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toned, Mr.. Horsfall's disturbance
seemed to increase. He ate but little,
was silent aud distracted, and, con-
trary to his wont, appeared relieved
when his Wife's departure left him TO
his own meditations. He moved
restlessly in his chair, got up and
paced the room, and, finally, sitting
down at a bureau that stood in a cor
ner of the room, fell to examining
some papers he selected from its con-
tents These he divided into two
portions, one of which he tore up to
the minutest particles, the other he
placed under seal and restored to lis
former place. 1t was known at an
after period that he had also opened
and reperused his viii.
This done, be rested his head on
both hands and resumed his anxious
meditatioDs. Suddenly he spoke
aloud:
q will,-y6s, I will do it. Yes,
come what may, the reproach Of being
absent shall not attach alone TO me.
Let danger, let what is worse, ridi-
Guile, attend this proceeding, l am of
race that keep their faith, and"
NeWtonl' said a gentle voice, and
a white hand glistened on his should
er. have not been your wife for
seven years. resumed Mrs Hor6f8ll,
without learning to read your face
You have a troUble, dear;t be first,
hope and believe, you have not permit
ted me to share. Forgive my caves
dropping. My anxiety was intOlerable.
What has happenedY'
Mr. Horsfall smiled.
Happened, my love? Nothing,
in the world The worst is,-the
very worst is, that-that-I must leave
you for some thirty six hours, and
that unfortunately, this very night"
" Tonight"
understand your CONSERVATION,
my dear" said her husband, trying to
speak lightly. we have people 70 din
ner to morrow, and unless they would
consent to wait till six in the morn
ing, my Lucy must be host and host
ess too"
20 Newton, it is imrossible!"
Try"
But will yoa tell me nothing
more2"
" Every word, dear; but not noD."
4" Newton, | have a petition to
make to you.
Speak it, love.
Take me with you"
Not if-ahem-my dear, it is i'm
possible, said the magistrate. Y GU
must remain to receive our friends,
and assure them that nothing short
of business that would not brook an
hours delay compelled me to be
absent from my post. Now, if you
love me, not another question. Ring
thesbell, like sensible woman, and
order the carriage at four"
-Four in the merning2" CALCULATED
Mrs. Horsfall, family, and burst into
tears.
1.-THE idea is terrible" said the
magistrate, smiling; but take courage.
Duty calls.
May l go with you part of the
Way?"
wish it. All the way"
1t was not In his very gentlest &C
cents that Jacob Gould, the coach
man, acquainted bis pampered horses,
with the astounding fact that they
were required to turn out of their
comfortable nests, as he himself had
done, at four in the morning. AS for
Mr.. Horsfall himself, now that he had
apparently resolved upon his course
Of action, he grew more cheerful, and
tested gayly with his wife as he put
her into the carriage. At the top of
Regent Street he stopped the carriage
and beckoned to a hackney coach.
God bless you, my love" he cried,
leaning from the window; and, adding
a word of direction to the driver, was
jolted away.
Where did your master say, Rob-
ert?" asked Mrs. Horsfall.
"Whyrto' seller, Piccadilly, m, re-
turned Robeet, with a slight cough,
meant TO intimate that travelling so
early aid not agree with him.
T will alight here also" said Mrs.
Horsfal. "Let the carriage be put
up for an hour or two. You aud Ja
cob get some breakfast, then return
home, and see that the letters | have
left be delivered Immediately. / shall
not be back until to-morroW with
your master. Call that coach"
"Piccadilly" was the direction she
gave, but stopping the coach in min
ute or two, she asked the driver what
was the White Horse Cellar.
"Place where the Brighton coache S
niles from" was the answer.
Drive to the Elephant and Cas-
tIe," said Mrs. Horsfall, and be
quick"
rs there brighton coach about 10
sta-t?" Mrs Horsfall inquired eager
", as they mingled with the mass of
coaches which, at that period, eongre-
gated round the we'll known hotel.
Yes'm, the Age, in a moment
one inside?" telegraphed porter to
the Brighton Liver, who nodded.
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