The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1873-12-11
THE INGLESBY EPISODE,

1t was as early as nine o'clock in the
morning, and Mr.. Eustace Inglesby had
betaken himself for some purpose of
his own to the peace orchard, which
was situated three or four hundred
yards from Montrose Cottage.
The crowd of people who came to
Pathbridge for health and pleasure
Summer before last Who that was
among them Will ever forget the gayety
of IL at past season
rate; nor is it likely that the other peo-
pie will ever forget the Inglesbys, for
they were newly married couple, and
as to the fun they unconsciously af-
forded, there was simply no end of it.
Eustace Inglesby was tall and rather
portly and quite handsome. His wife
was dear little woman, only about
nineteen, and as pretty as she could
well be.
Eustace was walking about alone in
the shade of the peach-trees. He has
slipped off here evidently to mediate.
His hands were behind his back, and
his brow was sicklied DER with pale cast
of thought.
cit is impossible" he said, earnest:
ly, "that I should endure it longer.
My days and nights are filled with an
guish, and my soul is torn with vain re-
grets. Why did 1 ever marry her,
knowing SO well, so well, that at the
-5rne--tiaAa I-lo~ea. anothot-c Uli,
memory, torture me neHounsxcy.or shall
go mad !! !"
Overcome with emotion, he paused
and buried his face in his hands. 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 Kissed, in mocking tones. "And
am / really married to her, then? Yes,
yes 1 am her husband, and with all
nv soul 1 hate her. Oh, when con-
slider this I b come frenzied ! No l
will not bear it. Death will relieve
me this dagger will end my misery
Let me plunge it into my heart "
He raised a small stiletto high IN the
Dir, and was apparently about to bury
It in his bosom, when there was a
shrek. and from behind one of the
trees a lady rushed out.
ooh, Eustace, what would you do %
He paused, and hastily concealed the
deadly weapon in his coat-tail pocket.
A deep blush overspread his counte-
nance, and his manner was full of en-
= bassaSi ment.
"Well, dear, what is the matter %
he asked, endeavoring to assume an air
of indifference.
"That is the very question was
about to put to you, darling" she said,
. throwing her arms around his neck.
"You were about to kill yourself"
"Nonsense II was merely think,
ing" !,
eyes, and talking to yourself such
excited language, too! Eusta1ce, some
thing is on your mind. You have a Sc,
cret from me-"
He kissed her affectionately, and
smiled.
"Yes but you shall soon learn all,
sweet. BE ignorant of the knowledge
till thou applaud the deed Hem
More tears followed, of course, and
Eustace felt constrained to kiss them
away.
"You are deceiving me" sobbed Mrs,
Inglesby.
"My life, how can you accuse me OF
such a thing, when you know L would
suffer million deaths rather?"
"Then tell me what your language
meant"
"Of course I'll tell you," said Mr..
Inglesby, very much confused, and evi.
IDENTITY at his wits end" certainly, my
darling. Hem Fact is, Emma, an
subject to fits of absence of mind, you
know. / say all kinds of things without
having any idea what 1 am talking
about II utter the absurdest non
sense imaginable, and attach not the
slightest particle of meaning to any
word utter"
Indeed !"
The beautiful eyes were dry now, ant
full of childish wonderment.
Mrs. Inglesby was only too happy.
In the cottage near the parlor the.
met old Mrs. Pennewell; but neithe
minded her, and Mrs. Inglesby sa
down at the piano and began to play.
"My DEAR" said old Mrs. Pennewell
with smirk, Husbands are grea
humbugs, aren't they?"
Mrs. Inglesby colored.
"I-I don't know, ma'am."
"You will learn, then, very soon
All, me / was as Innocent as yol
were once. 1 believed my Pennewell t.
be an angel, which is a good deal NOR
than believe now-h'm-though he 1
dead But he deceived me frightfully
They all deceive their wives.
81 am sure Mr.. Inglesby would ney
er deceive me. He has often vowed h
never would"
Old Mrs. Pennewell became apoplec
tic with laughter.
"Vowed You pretty, silly littl
thing, don't you know that husbands
VOWS are mere jokes? So you thin,
your Eustace would not deceive you