The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1873-12-30
The Ing'esby Episode.

The Ing'esby Episode.
1t was as early as nine o'clock u the
morning, and MIR. Eustace Iuglesby had
betaken himself for some purpose of hi.
own to the peach h-orchard, which was sit
uated three or four hundred yards from
Montrose Cottage.
The crowd people who came to Path
bridge for health and pleasure Summer
before last Who that was among them
will ever forget the gaiety of that pas
season
Well, the Inglesbys will not, at any
rate nor is it likely that the other pco
pie will ever forget the lnglesbys, fol
they were newly married couple, and
as to the fun they unconsciously afforded
there was simply no end of it.
Eustace Inglesby was tall and rather
portly, and quite handsome. His wifi,
was dear little woman, only about nine
teen, and as pretty as she could well be
Eustace was walking about alone ii
the shade of the pcach.trees. lie ha.
slipped off here evidently to mediate
His hands were behind his back, aud hi,
brow was sickled DER with pale cast o
thought.
1t is impossible he said, earnestly
that ! should endure il longer. My
days and nights are filed with anguish
aud my soul is torn with vain regrets
Why did | ever marry her, knowing SC
well, that at the same time that [ loved
another 2 Oh, memory, torture me ne
more, or | shall go mad y
Overcome with emotion, he paused ant
buried his face in his hauds. Then, by
an effort recovering, he resumed:
is there no hope for me? Shall | be
compelled to endure this until death ?
Bitter prospect. A wife = he hissed, il
mocking tones. And am | really mar.
ried to her, then? Yes, yes am hei
husband, and with all my soul | hate her
Oh, when | consider this become f,en
zied No will not bear it. Death
will relieve me this dagger will end my
misery. Let me plunge it into my heart .
He raised small stiletto high in the
air, and was apparautly about to hurry it
in his bosom, when there was shrek,
and from behind one of the trees lady
rushed out.
oh, Eustace, what would you do ?
He paused, and hastily concealed tn,
deadly weapon in his coat.tail pocket.
A deep blush overspread his counter
ance, and his marDer was full of embar
rassment.
well, dear, what is the matter p h,
asked endeavoring to assume an air o
indifference.
That is the very question | was abou
to put to you, darling she said. THROWN,
her arms around his neck. You wer,
about to kill yourself
Nonsense ! IL was merely think
ing
Yes, and talking to yourself-such ex
cited language, too. Eustace, somethin,
is on your mind. You have secret from
me-
He kissed her affectionately, an,
smiled.
Yes; but you shall soon learn all
sweet. "Be ignorant of the kuowledg
till thou applaud the deed" Hem =
Moro tears followed, of course, an,
Eustace felt constrained to kiss then
away.
You are deceiying me- sobbed Mrs
Inglesby.
MY life, how can you accuse me c
such thing, when you know woul'
suffer million deaths rather p
Then tell me what your laDguag
meant
of course I'll tell you,' said Mr.. IL
glesby, very much confused and evident
ly at his wits end-'certainly, my dar
ling Hem ! Fact is, Emma, am sui
ject to fits of absence of mind, you know
say all kinds of things without havin
any idea what am talking about. /
utter the absurdest nonsense imaginabl,
and attach not the slightest particle {
meaning to any word | utter
Indeed :"
The beautiful eyes were dry now. TN
full of childish wonderment.
Mrs. Inglesby was only too happy.
In the cottage near the parlor the
met old Mrs. Pennewell; but neithC
minded her, and Mrs. Inglesby sat dow
at the piano and began to play.
My dear said old Mrs. Pennewel
with smirk, husbands are great hun
bugs, aren't theY?'
Mrs, lnglesby colored.
IL don't know, ma am.
You will learn, then. very soon A
me! | was as innocent as you we
once. 1 believed my Pennewel to be d
angel, which is good deal more than
believe now-h'm-though he is dead
But he deceived me frightfully. Tn,
all deceive their wives
4 am sure Mr.. Iuglesby would new,
deceive me. He has often vowed ho ne
er would
Old Mrs. Pennewoll became apoplect
with laughter.
Vowed You pretty. silly lit
thing, don't you know that husband
VOWS are mere jokes? So you think 20
Eustace would not deceive you, cd Ii
ten. Has be ever mentioned Mrs. Cha
lotte Rushton to you as lady Of remar
able beauty aud Singular fascination p
iHo fhinka bar rotka. xonJa.o,.