Litchfield enquirer., 1871-08-03

we, heard-Jack heard as if it were the crack of doom-her neat. little, aristocratic double knock on Bulliman's front door. a.
 Jacks nature was, as Lncy had assured me-for was in confidence with the two "a large one. don't like large natures, if they are anything like Jacks. I have been assured that Lord Byron's was large nature; and have found as rule, that these large natures are generally of a poet ics tumultuous, greedy. ambitious, not to say selfish kind; and that the poor and wretched 'smalp natures are expected to do all kind of work and self sacrifice.
 Jack, therefore, directly he saw Lucy, and heard that knock, turned a sort of green; and, treating me as an extempore Iago, missed, literally hissed-the heroics of the stage being but faint copies of the exaggerated passions of these large na- lures.
 What does she do at Bulliman's? She, who is above them in rank and social po- sitiOn? What does she do?'
 N. B. I may here remark that the Downey ones of Boxley who live on their means never visit another Downy who is in trade, or even profession; and that the old church at Boxley is carefully divided into first, second. and third class pews, so aflSCOcraClc are we.
 'Dof I cried. You great huff, you! Why, she goes to take music lessons of Miss Bulliman.' - .-. ~-
 Does she?' sneered Jack. 'Muff as I am, I know that Lucy could beat Miss Bulliman all to shivers at music. Take lessons in organic chemistry, you mean. Come along. I'll settle this. ..
 Don't go. Jack!' I cried; you will re- pent it. You do not know these people.
 Beg pardon, do. have been making inquiries-'
 Dash your inquiries!' jerked in.
 And my opinion is made up. I have learned all about 1t. She has visited this house for fortnight thus; and has never told mel &
 This staggered me- We'll, Dick Bulli- man was clever, good fellow. Had Lu- cy got tired of her great nature?
 Come on! again cried Jack. E
 And pushing me down stairs, he seized his hat, put mine on-a modest billycock, useful in the country-and we went down stairs quick foot. as they gay in the coun- try across the water.
 Down stairs we went on tiptoe. Why on tiptoe. Why on tiptoe I don't know; but we were excited and histrionic. In we sneaked, also on tiptoe, into Bulliman 8 garden, and were guilty-being great na- lures, and histrionic also-of the unpar- donable meanness so often seen on the stage-of crouching to listen and spy be- hind thick cypress tree which adorned the garden, and of looking through the window.
 Boxley Down is quiet place; and wheth- CT our ears were sharper than usual, or the lunr OF pierced further than usual, I cannot say: but there we saw Miss Bulliman, in hat. up and lnolins down on Tncy. who, with her hat off, was sitting down: and we heard the latter say:-
 He has sent me cruel letter, my dear "a very cruel letter; and I am afraid I must not come here again. .,.. ...rr.. v.E,
 Jack gave me a cruel drive with his el- bow, such cruel drive as I do not want to have just below my false ribs; and then he again hissed:-, s..,. .,. .a..,.. o. a
 ''Tis my letter! Twill unmask the hyp- ocrite. Come on!'
 I was dragged forward-how I hardly know; but soon found myself opposite Lucy and Miss Bulliman, and heard Jacks resolute and certainly offensive tones. a.
 T know all, Miss Spoforth. I have heard what you have said-I have my wit ness here.' He threw back his hand in his great eagerness, and knocked my billycock down with crash,-I had taken it off DO, litely to Miss Bulliman, whom rather ad- hired, ,-and he said, fixing his large, fierce eyes upon pretty Miss Lucy. T have done with you forever!'
 Hereupon, Lucy, who was bat young and very much in love, gave great scream and "went off. Miss Bulliman went off too, put not in dead faint; called Jack Rom- lily coward, and sang out for her brother Dick. In came Dick, and his mother, too; and, without any words, soon by vinegar and smelling chemicals were always preferred at Bulliman's, as being so powerful, brought her to. Meanwhile I and Jack Romiily stood like two guilty and intruding fools; Jack suffering-as he afterward confessed-the torments of a place of which he has, am sure, no ex. perience, at witnessing the tender dex- berity of Dick Bulliman and the fainting Lucy. When the young lady was we'll re- Jack and I-for had to follow that great natures lead-s thought we had better go." ...s .n ~a 9aa.
 'No-don't, cried Katey Bullimau. We. must settle accounts with you, gentlemen. Dick. stop them.'
 My good Katey, said Dick, shutting the door, I dare say that they won't go. Whats the row?' w?'.z.e-.
 Can you fight sir?' said Jack. with the greatest amount of bitterness. You are a maR- of peace. ;#c I'm man of science, said Dick, slowly; mot necessarily man of peace. I can fight if I want @~l 4a~ Then, sir, you must fight me. Tam an officer in her maiesty's service. You have taken away my only hope, my only love.
 Here Lucy began to show a white feath- or; that is, she cried a bit, and looked at Jack with some admiration; she saw that it was all his love.
 I have done nothing of the sort said Dick. D a@ azA ros1E l .4 -
 I love Miss Lucy as I love an angel. that's all; but I know that she is bound to you-and, Mir. Romilly, am gentle man. s-4. @7 ~s-4 4'8tH
 And the son of an oficer,' whimpered Mrs. Bulliman.
 But if you want me to fight for Miss Lucy, I'm willing, said Dick, sonly let me choose my own weapons. Pm going in heavily for poisons. I've a new salt. Let me give you dose, and I'll take dose, and toss up for an emetic. If you die, I'll make observations on you. and immortal ize you as the first victim. That's quite as sensible as the pistol business.
 Jack looked very much like fool; so did I. I thought we'd better go again; but Lucy had given one of those bright truth