The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-03-31

And couldn't help thinking, during din
ncr, that the wretch had made cOnffdtnt>
ot his fellow servants, for ] aaw three OF
them examining me closely, and with
tWihkilng eyes, lfom the opposite side OF
The table Could the host, too, have seen
the ftowcrS in the hall, asked to whom
they belonged, and impaired the iniorma-
ton he gained to his wife; If not, why
should she have told me in particular that
certain sherry was amOrOSOy" And why
should she have commended me in partic-
ular for choosing "parlait amour" from
other liquors? Other people showed the
same preference. 1t may have been acci.
dental; but conscience makes all of us sus-
picions. About II o'clock | took my de-
parture; reassumed My bouquet about rs
loyfully as Christian reassumed his bun.
die, and, with heavy heart, found myself
in cabless thOroughfare not far from
Kings Road, Chelsea 1t was quite three
miles to my lodgings, but in the Kings
Road | should be sure to find a cab in
which might hide myself and my bou-
quot. But suddenly wcll-known voice
| cried, "Don't run away, Brown"
| turned, and there was my very best
| friend, Jones, who, once upon Il time
when had been very roughly handled in
4 - BubllC IDul llftl, tOoh Jlc tIOuDIc lO cut
| out the whole article and send it to me, am
case" us he said, II should like to sec it."
| had never forgotten that friendly atten-
ton Especially as he profcsscd not to
read the papers generally, and never saw
| several articles of an opposite character),
and therefore accosted him with extreme
cOrdiality.
"What is the matter ?" he asked; "you
seem out of Sorts"
u have had rather trying day."
answered; "a wedding this morning. and
dinner-party this evening"
NO wonder you are lOw,' said he SYM
pathetically you want cigar and
cheerful scene. But what Ia the matter
with your left arm =" he concluded
Nothing at ALL" I replied, sharply,
producing The bouquet, which had held
III conccalMent tehind my back.
ou call mat nothing, de your" said
Jones, severely; Il call Il very serious
u -hg, indeed. But don't look so miserable;
lake this cigar, and come with me ; but
first throw that thing over the ratings of
| the square"
For your cigar. thanks for your last
| advice | will see you-I mean | wouldn't
| do it for thousand pounds"
90, see- Well, we can leave it with
the man at the gates"
"What eaies?"
Come and see. am a few pegs too
low myself; and before 90 home mean
| to try the effect of some lively music and a
| lively spectacle"
We had been walking along pretty
| brskly all this while, and in a few
more minutes we arrived at some gates,
which appeared to lead into some H.
4 l.---
selves surmountcd by gigantic and bril-
liant gas-lit star
I'm not going in there" said blunty
"Oijust take stroll round" he reioined,
| coaxingly; "it will do you good. The
gardens are cool, the music is cheerful,
and the dancing will make you die of
laughing. Besides you wouldn't leave
me all alone"
In an evil hour, paid my money, and
passed through the turnstile; and then l
feared to leave my flowers in charge of
the gate-keeper. 1t was different at "a
friends house but at this public place the
precious bouquet might come to harm
The man, too, was very reluctant TO take
it said he would not himself bc at his
post much longer, and would have to de-
liver over my trust to his successor. did
| not like the prospect, and determined not
to part with my treasure
Jones was little sulky at first, and said
int surly tone, you'll get awfully chaffcd,
my bOy;" but suddenly he chcered up
again, as if his very words had somehow
cOmforted him.
lie was quite right; did get awfully
chaffed, but | adopted the tactics of ap-
pearing to- have been let out for the even
ing from the Deaf and Dumb Institution.
But to Jones | was forced to- he as one
that heard; and he played to a marvel the
part of kind friend His ears seemed
| to have become all at once supernaturally
sharp, so that not even whisper to my
disparagemcnt escaped him and he faith
| fully impaired to me whatever he heard.
My equanimity was gradually disturbed,
and, at last. when Jones asked in tone
| of horror, Did you hear what that ,fel-
low said:" | answered, angrily, NO, l
did not; and | don't want to know"
But Jones, having, perhaps, keener
regard for his friends honor than for his
own, rejoined, "Well, old fellow, there's
limit to everything, and | don't think
you ought to stand that"
inwardly wondered whether Jones
himself, in my position, would not have
stood that and much more, without show
"Well, what did he say"
90, my dear fellow" replied Jones,
with a snigger, shouldn't like to re-
peat it"
Can you point the man out ~ in
quired.
This Jones did with surprising alacrity
Let us so back and ask him. them" L
sad, trying to appear cool and comfort
able.
The man whom Jones pointed out was
dressed as gentleman, was considerably
| bigger in every way than /, and was sit
| ting between two wcarer5 of bOnnets,
whom we may charitabIy assume to have
| been his wife and his mother in law. At
my approach he showed some slight per-
| turbation, which led me to hope that he
suffered, rs | do, from "A constitutional
| weakness (nothing more, | assure yOu),
I! which some people mistake f)r what is in
certain circles known as "the funks." /
was encouraged, therefore, TO ask with
| some haughtiness whether he would obligc
| me by repeating the remark nc had lately
addressed to me. He obliged me with a
| readiness and emphasis wich slightly al
tered my opinion about his constitutional
weakness; and which almost reduced me
| To an awkward silence which Jones might
klavc msintcrpretcd Fortunately, how
ever, was inspired to make general re-
mark about the difficulty of properly
| kicking any gentleman who happens
| to be sitting upon bench; and
the remark, notwithstanding its truth
| and generality, so far from meet
ing with his appreciation, caused
him to start up in a fury, threaten damage
to my nose with his left fist, and seize my
precious bOuquet with his right hand
Thereupon flashed across my mind piece
| of advice to the effect that "the threat
ened should never wait for accomplish
ment, but should always take the initia-
| tive = and so, maddened at the destruc-
| tion which was being wrought upon my
bouquet, dashed my clenched right hand
| intn the face of my adVnrsarX. Whn sLaG-