The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-02-18
Here a snort was heard to issue from

Here SNORT was near0 10 issue IRON
the easy chair
"I can't say that we know anything al
all about her, except what SHE told us her
self as we travelled up together from Has
tings. She told us, or rather papa (anoth
er growl), that she was going up to Lon
don to look out for situation as house
keeper to quiet elderly widower "a series
of low growls), and asked papa to tel
her what to do. So papa oery kindly re-
commended her to Mrs Watkins board
ing-house, and even promised to take her
there himself"
"But how is it that l have never met
her here?" asked Mr.. Bryan.
go, that's just it. Papa asked her to
come and spend this evening with US and
promised her some good music, as you
were coming. When she heard your
name she uttered sharp cry and turned
quite pale. AS soon as papa had left us,
she told me that you had Tilted her dear
friend, Constance Tayleur, and declared
that nothing on earth would ever induce
her to meet you"
"I'm very sorry, | am sure, to be de-
prived of the pleasure of making Miss
Fielding's acquaintance; but | was not
aware that | was such a terrible ogre
among confiding spinsters. What sort OF
person is she? ?"
40, she is little fairy, with the sweet
est voice and the Most silvery laugh in
the whole world; and such hair "a per.
feet cascade of gold when she loosens the
band and lets it fall down over her shoul
ders"
"Show me her photograph" exclaimed
the young doctor, springing to his feet and
pouncing upon an album "Show me her
photograph, Charlotte. 1t is the little
witch herself, or l am Dutchmanr'
DR.. John Bryan was no Dutchmsn
The sun-picture clearly established the
identity of Harriet Fielding and Con
stance Tayleur; but fierce was Mr.. vii.
kinson's indignation on discovering, as he
said, that he had taken viper to his
bosom. John Bryan, however, calmed
his fury, and promised very soon to clear
the neighborhood of "the cocbatrice "
On the morrow he instructed his friend
Stephen Hawkhurst to proceed against
her with the utmost rigor of the law "
for the recovery of his bill for attendance
and medicines. But it was not the money
he cared about at all. His only anxiety
and it was shared by Charlotte Wilkinson,
was to frighten the dangerous schemer to
sufficient distance from Ty BURMA to pre-
vent her from encountering Wilkinson
pere in one of his impressionable moods
And as he thought Of her youth, her
beauty, her infantile simplicity of man
ner, and then of her profound duphcity,
her unscrupulous artfulness, her utter dis.
regard for truth, it is not surprising that
he, too, should have SIGHED.
Mr. Hawkhurst, the solicitor, was over
head and ears in love, for the first time in
, his life, and at first sight; and this is the
way it came to pass:
Stephen Hawkhurst was the fifth son OF
a country gentleman, with a small, unen.
numbered estate of about e1,2 200 a year
He was articled to respectable solicitor
in LincOln's Inn Fields, and in due time
became an attorney-at-law on his own ac-
count.
Luckily for him, or perhaps, unluckily,
he had been adopted and brought
up by maiden aunt, who left him
snug little fortune of $1,000 odd,
put out on excellent security, at five per
cent. interest. AS natural consequence
of this legacy, Stephen Hawkhurst never
had, or wished to have, single client
But the unprecedented necessity for doing
something had exercised galvanic effect
upon the torpid mind of Stephen Hawk
hurst, who wrote to Miss Harriet Fielding
three letters, each more peremptory than
the preceding one, insisting upon imme
diate payment, with the threat of legal
proceedings in the event of non compll.
ance with his demand No notice being
paid to these epistoiory gems, he took out
a writ; and, having nothing in the world
to do, proceeded to the distant region OF
Tyburnia, to serve it with his own hands
Never was man more completely ami
hilated than Mr. Hawkhurst when ushereG
into the presence of bright, sunny little
thing, wreathed in smiles, and beamine
with kindliness and fun.
Tt was so good of him, she said, to cOme
all the way to see her. She knew she had
been dreadfully rude in not answering his
letters, but she was SO afraid of lawyers
they were so awfully clever. Besides, i
was so very awkward; for just at tina,
moment, it really was not quite conve
nient to pay her dear friend DR.. Bryan
She could never forget how kind he was
to her. Somebody had been making mis-
chief and setting him against her, and she
knew nobody in London, and was so ig
norant of business and then she threw
herself on the sofa, and hid her face, and
had good cry.
This was more than Mr.. Hawkhurs
bargained for. Though lawyer, he wa!
still man and, it might be added, a very
weak man. He sat brushing hi
hat the wrong way, and wishing
himself back in Raymond Build
ings, all the time the golden-haire(
sprite was speaking to him; but when sh.
broke down and sobbed, he jumped ur
and exclaimed, "John Bryan is brute
and am no better must serve this
writ on you, though pom my word, fee
am beast to do it, But don'G cry-Tl
make it all right Do forgive me. had
no idea you were an-an-angeiw Witt
that he rushed out of the room, dowr
stairs, and into the street. His back, how
ever, was scarcely turned before both en-
velope and writ were in full blaze, Will,
the little lady was almost convulsed will
laughter at the discontinue of her enemy
When Mr.. Hawkhurst returned to hi
chambers, his first impulse was to sent
Miss Fielding check for the entire sum
But he was quite as little accustomed Il
writing billets-dour as to serving writs
so that, by the time he had torn up half {
quire of note paper, his passion hat
cooled down to the value of ESQ. Sending
q porter to the bank for a note to thal
amount, he enclosed IL in a sheet of paper
containing only the words. From sin
cere Friend and Admirer !" and dispatched
1t by messenger, with instructions tt
leave it at the door, and on no account
to say who had sent him. She will recog
nize, he thought, the monogram on the en-
veiope.
Poor man 1t Is as well that he was no
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