Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-07-07
Gales aud Sketehes.
NEXT DOOR TO PULLMAN.

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said many of us when matters were
proceeding in this pastoral manner, Jack
Romilly came in, silent and depressed.
mai tawned on him, threw the Saturday
Review to the end of the room, and
threw himself upon the sofa.
whats the matter Jack ?" | asked.
Jack groaned plaintively.
''ls it so bad as that ?"
Worse y he said; "as bad as bad can
be. My dear boy, never place your heart
rs | have done upon so trail u thing as
woman
Jack said l, don't be foolish
Il may be foolish" said ne, bitterly
''when Lucy is false"
'rshaw, my dear fellow; you will be
angry with yourself for saying so. What
do you mean?H
In answer to this Jack took out his
watch, sighed heavily, and told me that in
a few minutes we would be able to see.
AT four o'clock, every other afternoon,
that false girl" he said, ''goes courting-
absolutely courting-Dick Bulliman? ?'
Lucy was II favorite of mine, and |
would not hear her abused. | told Jack
so and he, soberly sad and full of argu-
ment--so certain was he that he was right
heard all | said with calmness, and
again drew out his watch.
Now" he cried-''now's the time
Come up into my bedroom-we shall not
be observed there-and from the window
we can observe Bulliman's garden.
At four O'Clock, precisely, Miss Lucy
Spoiforth opened Bulliman's front gate,
walked through the neat little torecourt
they digniiied by the name OF garden, and
we heard as if it were the crack Of doom
her neat, little, aristocratic double knock
on Bulliman's front door.
Jacks nature was, as Lucy had assured
me-tor | was in confidence with the two
a large one. don't like large
natures, if they are anything like Jacks
have been assured that Lord Byron's was
u large nature; and | have found as a
rule, that these large natures are gener-
ally of poetic, tumultuous, greedy, am
bilious, not to say selfish kind; and that
the poor and wretched 'small natures
are expected to do all the kind work and
selt-sacrlicc.
Jack, therefore, directly he saw Lucy,
and heard that knock, turned a sort of
green and, treating ME as an extempore
lago. hssed, literally hissed-the herocs
OF the stage being but faint copies of the
exaggerated passions of these large ma
lures.
'What does she do at Bulliman's? She
who is above them in rank and social po
sition? What does she do?'
\. b. | may here remark that the
Downy ones of BoXlev who live on their
means never visit another Downy who is
in trade, or even a profession and that
the old church at BoXley is carefully divid
ed into first, second. and third class pews
so aristocratic are we.
dol" | cried. "You great muff, you
Why, she goes to take music lessons of
Miss Bulliman.
docs she ?" sneered Jack. "Muif as
| am, know that Lucy could beat Miss
Bulliman all to shivers at music. Take
lessons in organic chemistry, you mean.
Come along. III settle this.
don't 60, Jack !" | cried; you will re-
pent it. You do not know these people"
duced to them; but have been making
inquiries"
dash your inquiries - Iierked in.
And my opinion is made up. have
learned all about it. She has visited this
house for fortnight thus and has never
told me -
This staggered me. Well, Dick Bull-
man was clever, good fellow. Had
Lucy got tired of her great nature
"Come on again cried Jack.
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, rs they say in the coun-
try across the water.
Down stairs we went on tiptoe. Why
on tiptoe don't know but we were eXcir-
ed and histrionic In we sncaked, also on
tiptoe, into Bulliman's garden, and were
guiIty-being great natures, and hstrio-
mic also-of the objectionable meanness-
so often seen ON the stage-of crouching
to listen and spy behind thick cypress
tree which adorned the garden, and of
looking through the window.
BoXley Down is quiet place; and
whether our ears were sharper than usual,
or the silvery tones of Lucy's resonant
voice pierced further than usual, | cannot
say; but there we saw Miss Bulliman, in
a hat, standing up and looking down on
Lucy, who, with her hat eti', was sitting
down; and we heard the latter say =
"lle has sent me Il cruel letter, my dear
Il very cruel letter; and | am afraid l
must not come here again.
Jack gave me a cruel drive with his ell
bow, such a cruel drive as do not want
again to have just below my false ribs !;
and then he again hissed =
Ills my letter! | will unmask the
hypocrite, Come on ~
| was dragged forward-how l hardly
know; but soon found myself opposite
Lucy and Miss Bulliman, and heard Jacks
resolute and certainly offensive tones.
81 know all. Miss Spoforth. | have
heard what you have said-I have my wit
ness here He threw back his great
hand in his great eagerness, and knocked
my billycock down with crash,-I had
taken it off politely TO Miss Bulliman.
whom Irather admired, he said, fix
ing his large, fierce eyes upon pretty Miss
Lucy, 81 have done with you forever.n
Hereupon, Lucy, who was young and
very much in love, gave IL great scream
and went off," Miss Bulliman went off
too, but not in a dead faint; called Jack
Romilly coward, and sang out for her
brother Dick I'm come Dict and hix