The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-02-18
so engrossed with constant attendance

| so engr0SSed With constant attendance
upon her dear aunt, that she had not had
| moment to do or think of anything else
And, when all was over, she knew it was
| too late to remit to Hastings, and, alas
she had mislaid his town address. She
had hunted for it everywhere, when il
| suddenly occurred to her that she might
have put his card into his p9rtem0nnate
How delighted she was to find it there
| All this, and much more, she said, in tor
| rents of words, emphasized with the most
! bewitching smiles, and purified by an al
| most infantile simplicity. The hour and
the woman had arrived. Mr.. Grenville
Tremaine Jones was at her et-literally
He dropped on one knee, seized her hand,
and covered it with kisses-then sprung
to his feet, passed his arm around her
waist, and drew her to himself, gabbling,
stammering spluttering no matter what.
In less than ten minutes he had rledged
himself to marry a woman of whom he
knew nothing more than she had chosen
to tell him. Taking the bit between his
teeth, he fairly bolted from the path of
reason and common sense Not content
with engaging himself, he had wrung from
the lady-after feeble show of maidenly
coyness-her consent to their union
taking place on Friday fortnight,
and it was then Tuesday He only re-
gretted that his housekeeper had gone out
to do some shopping, for he wished her
to say whether she would retain or dis
miss that worthy individual Clara had
tact enough to be enraptured with every
thing. His hOusekeeper, she was quite
sure, must be treasure She wouldn't
hear of the dear old thing being sent
ota har
self-this was said with an arch smile and
rougish twinkle of the eye that COM
pleted the conquest of the impressiOnable
young man, and left him her slave.
As he slipped ais generous Burgundy,
Mr. Grenville Tremaine Jones had been
recalling this pleasant episode; and as he
did so, he thought how proud and happy
his dear mother would have been to have
welcomed his adored Clara, and how she
would have taken the enchantress to her
arms as her own child. And as he thought
of this he SIGHED.
On the opposite side of the fireplace,
and directly facing the host, sat DR.. John
Bryan, young medical practitioner, rap
idly rising into repute in bloomsbury.
1t so chanced that late one afternoon to-
wards the close Of the London season he
was suddenly called on to attend young
lady, residing in dull but respectable
boarding house, who had been knocked
down and run over by hanson cab. The
case was serious one. Not only was her
arm broken, but the whole system had
been seriously deranged by the shock,
and there was reason to fear that
some internal injury had been sus-
tanned. This last apprehension proved
to be groundless; and cure would speed
lily have been effected had she paid closer
attention to the doctors instructions.
But unfortunately, the little lady was
slightly self-willed. The consequence was
a relapse, a long convalescence, and very
long doctors bill, though John Bryan had
reduced his charges to minimum, partly
out of pity for her childlike helplessness
and simplicity, partly out of admiration
of the golden glory of her long flowing
tresses. AS Constance rather prided her
self upon her ancient descent, than upon
plebeian wealth, two elderly gentlemen,
who had constituted themselves her spe-
cial champions and blackamoors," in
sisted upon being allowed the privilege of
acting as her bankers on this occasion ;
and as each stipulated that the other
leur made rather a good thing out Of her
illness,-the more so, as she went off, after
all, without paving the bill. The land
lady, also, had some reason to complain
for, in consideration of the heavy medical
expenses incurred by her favorite lodger,
she had allowed her to go away for a
month for change of air without requiring
settlement in full previous to her de-
parture. But when six weeks had expir-
ed, and nothing had been heard of Miss
Tayleur's movements, Mrs. Robinson
wrote to her at the address she had given,
inquiring after her health, and when she
might hope to see her again.
Instead of reply, she received her own
letter no such person was known, nor
was there any such street in Scarborough,
Then the murder came out. The two old
gentlemen confessed their folly, and DR..
BRYAN was informed that his fascinating
patient was suspected of being an adven'
turess. The doctor bore the news with
equanimity he merely expressed his re-
gret at having been deceived by the artless
manners of the "child of earth with the
golden hair" and the affair passed away
from his mind.
In the latter part of October, John
BRYAN found himself desperately in
love with the daughter of a
prosperous city merchant, residing in Ty.
BURMA. Dropping in one evening to try
a new duet, he was surprised to find
Miss Wilkinson in a decidedly sulky
humor.
"Tell me-" said he, gently-"tell me
Charlotte, what is the matter?"
"There is nothing the matter" was the
unsympathetic reply.
pardon me, Charlotte, there Is some
thing the matter. Have 1 offended you in
any way? If so, assure you it was quite
unwittingly on my part"
The soft tone in which he spoke work ed
yisibly in his favor. The lips trembled
and tear stood in each eye. Making 9
vain effort to be calm, she asked with af
fected indifference,
by the way, do you happen to know
Miss Constance Tayleur ?"
"Well, wish could say No." said he
laughing. "But surely, Charlotte, Miss
Tayleur is not one of your friends
Question for question: How long have
you known her? What is she2 Where
is shef'
"Stop, stop, DR.. Bryan, you are bat
catechist you give me no time to reply
If you particlarly wish 1t, | can obtain hel
address from Harriet Fielding, who tolc
BRYAN, your conduct was disgraceful. Il
was not what-what-what-" the poor
girls dignity fairly broke down, and she
burst into tears.
"My dear Charlotte" said John Bryan
tenderly soothing her, "you have beer
entirely misinformed as to the matter.
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