The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1873-01-04

L or me th2nk you, no, SAID Lett
ooldly.
"It is usual, my dear Miss Dormel
answered Mr.. Mounsey. He had u
yet got to the length of calling her, LIE
ty, he had tried it once, and he had n
repeated it.
" Usual to what ?" said Lefty, raisi1
her eyes to him. 81 know of nothir
which should make such present fro
you to me usual or possible"
My dear child" said Mrs. Dorm,
sweetly, g it seems to me you are rath.
wandering to-day. The heat, probably,
with an appopleetic turn of her head t
her future son-in-law
Probably" said that gentleman
little fiercely; "but own should lik
to hear som ts9metlhbiag lbg va, httlee more sats
All this coyness is very well up to Ger
tain point; but beyond that it is tire
some and annoying"
lit will come all right in time" ;" sale
Mrs. Dormer, blandly.
Never" cried Lefty.
Silly little puss, said her mother
but her look was not SO playful as hel
words.
Mamma, why will you force this
hateful presence upon me ?" cried Lefty,
with a fearful passion. ''You know !
viii never be Mr.. Mounsey's wife. -
My dear young lady, can wait, -
/ cried Mr.. Mounsey, suddenly changing
his tone of annoyance to one of the
blandest, most fattering tenderness.
''A And if have to wait for the beautiful
Miss Dormer as long as that old fellow
in the Bible waited for his wife, 1 will.
haze to conquer in the end, and you
will have to be my wife"
Never!" said Lefty.
He is doing you too much honor,
Lefty, said Mrs. Dormer, severely.
"Honor!'' she repeated, scornfully.
"Do you call insolence and tyrany
honorl"
And with this she rose and left the
room; and Mrs. Dormer and Mr.. Noun
sey looked at each other not comfortably.
Poor and genteel, Mrs. Dormer prided
herself ON birth and breeding. 4" No
btesse 06Lige" was her favorite motto,
though there were some who said that
her nobility was only a holiday garment.
worn for show, the obligations of which
extended no further than to kid gloves
and silver fish knives. Still she was a
lady; and as such she shrank from all
things vulgar, perhaps more than from
things sinful. And one of the sophistries
IN her htany of praise over Mr. Nounsey
was that, although he was confessedly
self-made man, he was not vulgar Also
that he had no family belonging to him
to show the rougher side of the web |
from which he, and they, had been
q ~. y, fs9Ser, s8f ~ SfES Y
say of himself, was, that he had been !
an Eastern merchant somewhereS>lp |
calitXaxt exactly defned-and thatfhe
result was, Mounsey Park And Mrs.
per .sagely concluded to look no
and ask no more.
Down in the village lived one VIII
Cobbold, a slippery, aforementioned,
a carpenter by trade, mechanician by
genius, generally supposed to be capable
of anything to which he chose to turn
his hand to, but who had drank away all
his chances as fast as they had offered
themselves, gradually passing from bad
to worse till he was now the warning ex-
ample held up as a moral scarecrow by
parents and advisers. VIII had tidy
kind of a wife, poor body, and son-a
decent fellow enough-who partly be-
causeo of the bad name of his father clung
to him in the old place, partly because
he liked rambling for his own sake, had
gone off on his own travels, until he had
cast anchor in small village In Wales.
Its precise name does not signify. 1t
was made up of couple of ll's, as many
RS, with and W asa floating power.
No one in Market Hill knew much about
it anyhow. Least of all did Mr.. Noun
sey, of Mounsey Park, trouble himself
to learn where young VIII Cobbold, the
drunken carpenters son had bestowed
himself
As for old VIII, he and Mr.. Mounsey
we're always at twos, az the neighbors
said. AS a Christian the gentlemen re-
probated the loose habits of the work
men; as a magistrate he fined them, and
that heavily. So that Wills days were
at this time exceptionally evil, and his
heart towards the new magnate of the
district was bitter.
He wrote out his griefs to his son at
the unpronounceable Welch village, and
expressed as his private opinion that
"Miss Lefty Dormer, of the Cottage,
who was agoing to be his wife, and Mr..
Radcliffe put aside as if he had been
nothing better nor a dummy, would
have her hands full when she got the
old Radical, and she had better think
twice afore she did what no one in the
world could undo when did.
This letter young VIII read to his
wife Mary, as he sat by the freside with
her and her mother, not month after
his marriage.
"What Mounsey may that be?" asked
Mrs. Jones, Mary's mother. e" I was
Mounsey myself afore L was poor
Jones'"
Don't know" said young VIII,
more norhe beamainly rich gentleman,
as hav' been in the east somewheres; but
no one knows much about him."
4" His name mayn't be three M's-Mor-
ley Magnus?" inquired Mrs. Jones in
a vague way
"Aye, that I know it is" said Will ;
"and many's a good laugh we've had
over it in the town"
"Why, motherr' cried Mary; who had
turned quite pale.
"Aye, lass, / know what you'd say,
said her mother As sure as you're born
that's the nncle you've heard me speak
of so often. Will Cobbold that Mounsey
yonder in that fine park is my brother
There can't be another such name In the
world; for father called him Moreley
Magpus, after his. two, -godfathers, the
chemist and the draper of Herket. H'
was rs clever as you please, but always 1