The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-01-27
HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE.
CHAPTER XIII.
Continued

Mr.. Bozzle, though he had worked
hard in the cause, had heard but word
or two. Eavesdroppers seldom do hear
IN ore than that. A porter had already
told him who Hugh Stanbury was
that he was Mr.. Hugh Stanbury, and
that his aunt lived at Exeter. And Boz
gle, knowing that the lady about whom
he was concerned was living with Mrs.
Stapbury at the house he had been
watching, put two ard two together
with his natural cleverness. God bless |
nv soul! what business is 1t of yours T.
Those words were nearly all that Bozzle
had been able to hear; but even those
sufficiently indicated a quarrel. The
lady" was living with Mrs. Stanbury,
having been so placed by her husband;
and young Stanbury was taking the la
dv's part! Bozzie began to fear that
the husband had not confided IN him
with that perfect faith which he felt to
be essentially necessary to the perfect
performance of the duties of his great
profession. A sudden thought, hOwev-
or, struck him. Something might be
done on the journey up to London. He
at once made his way back to the ticket
window and exchanged his ticket,
ond-class, for first-class. 1t was noble
deed, the expense falling all upon his
own pocket: for, in the natural course
of things, he would have charged his
EMPLOYERS with the full first-class fare.
He had seen Colonel Osborne scat him
self in carriage, and within two min
utes he was occupying the opposite
place. The Colonel was aware that he
had noticed the mans face lately,-had
seen it once or twice,-but did not know
where. /
Every fine Summer weather sir, SAID
BOzzle.
VERY fine," said the Colonel, bnrying
himself behind newspaper.
"They is getting mp their wheat sure
ly in these parts, sir"
The answer to this was no more than
a grunt. But BOz2le was not offended.
Not to be offended is the special duty of
all policeman, in and ont of office; and
the journey from Exeter to London was
long, and was all before him.
a very nice little secluded village is
Nuncombe Putney," said Bozzle, as the
train was leaving the Salisbury station.
At Salisbury two ladies had left the
carriage, no one else had got in, and
Bozzle was alone with the Colonel.
81 dare say" said the Colonel, who by
this time had relinquished his shield,
and who began to compose himself for
sleep, or to pretend to compose himself,
as soon as he heard Bozzle's voice. He
had been looking at Bozzle, and though
he had not discovered the mans trade,
had told himself that his companion was
q thing of dangers,-a thing to DO
avoided, by one engaged, as had been
he himself, on a special and secret mis-
sion.
''Saw you there, calling at the Clock
House." said Bozzle.
every likely" said the Colonel,
throwing his head we'll back into the
corner, shutting his eyes, and uttering
slight preliminary snOre.
Every nice family of ladies at the
Clock Honse," said Bozzle.
The Colonel answered him by more
developed snOre.
Particularly Mrs. T said Boz
zle.
The Colonel could not stand this. He |
was so closely implicated with Mrs, Ire
velyan at the present moment that he 7,
could not omit TO notice an address so |
made to him.
said he, jumping mp and confronting
Bozzle in his wrath.
But policemen have always this adj
vantage i'll their difficulties, that they
know to a fraction what the wrath of
men is worth, and what it can do.
Sometimes it can dismiss policeman,
and sometimes break his head. Some
times it can give him long and trou-
blesome Job, aud sometimes it may be
wrath to the death. But in nineteen
out of twenty cases it is not 4 fearful
thing, ard the policeman knows well
whom he need not fear it. On the pres
ent occasion Bozzle was not at all afraid
of Colonel OSborne'S wrath.
well, sir. not much, If you come TO
that. Only you was there, SIR
"Of course / was there" said the Col
onel.
"ARd very nice young gentleman is
Mr.. Stanbury," said Bnzzle.
10 TINS Colonel Osborne made no 70
ply, but again had resort to his newspa.
per IN the most formal manner.
Hes Young clown TO his family, no |
doubt" continued Bozzle.
"He may be going to the devil for |
what / knew" said the Colonel Who
could not restrain himself.
~ suppose they're all friends of Mrs
Trevelyan ?" asked Bozz!e.
Sir" said the Colonel, 81 beliey.
you're spy"
"No, Colonel, DO; no, no; Pun no spy.
| wouldn't demean myself to be such. A
spy is a man as has no profession, and
nothing to justify his looking into
things. Things must be looked into,
Colonel; or hOw's man to know where
he isl or how's lady to know where
she isl But as for spies, except in the
way of evidence, don't think nothing
of'em."
Soon after this, two more passengers
entered the train, and nothing more