The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-01-09

It is usual, my dear Miss Dormer,p 2
answered Mr.. Mounsey. He had not
yet got to the length of calling her, Let
ty, he had tried it once, and he had not
repeated it.
Usual to what ?" said Lefty, raising
her eyes to him. 81 know of nothing
which should make such a present from
you to me usual or possible"
My dear child, " said Mrs. Dornfer
sweetly, 6 it seems to me you are rather
wandering to-day. Theheat, probably"
with an appoplectic turn of her head to
her future son-in-law.
-. Probably said that gentleman "a
little fiercely; "but own should like
to hear something little more satis-.
factory from the young lady herself
All this coyness is very well up to GER
tain point; but beyond that it is tire
some and annoying.p
"It will come all right in time, - said
Mrs. Dorner, blandly.
"Never!" cried Lefty.
"Silly little puss, said her mother;
but her look was not SO playful as her
words.
Mamma, why Will you force this
hateful presence upon me ?'' cried Lefty,
with fearful passion "You know 1
will never be Mr.. Mounsey's wife. .
"My dear young lady, can wait, I"
cried Mr.. MOunsey, suddenly changing
his tone OF annoyance to one of the
blandest, most fattering tenderness.
" And if I have to wait for the beautiful
Miss Dormer as long as that'old fellow
in the Bible waited for his wife, 1 will.
have 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.
"Honorp she repeated, scornfully.
"Do you call insolence and tyrany
honor!"
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. q No
5LesSe O6Lige" was her favorite motto,
though there were some who said that
her nobility was only 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
tb,,o,g e;uf,I Av1 ono IS +I,o e1,,l,;e4,.;o oe,
in her htany of praise over Mr.. Mounsey
was that, although he was confessedly a
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
originally made. All that was known
of him, or, rather, all that he chose to
say of himself, was, that he had been
an Eastern merchant somewhere-lo
caIity not exactly defned-and that the
result was, Mounsey Park. And Mrs.
Dormer sagely concluded to look no
! closer, and ask no more.
Down in the village lived one Will
Cobbold, slippery, cleverne'er-do-weel,
a carpenter by trade, a 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 a tidy
kind of wife, poor body, and son-a
decent fellow enough-who partly be.
cause 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 ha6
cast anchor in small village in Wales
It's precise name does not signify. Il
was made up of n couple of ll's, as many
RS, with and W MS a floating power
No one in Market Hill knew much about
it anyhow Least of Rll did Mr.. Noun
sey, of Mounsey Park, trouble himsel
to learn where young VIII Cobbold, tn,
drunken carpenters son had bestowed
himself.
As for old VIII, he and MIR. Mounsey
were always at twos, az the neighbor'
said. As a Christian the gentlemen re
probuted the loose habits of the work
men: as a magistrate he fined them, anC
that heavily. So that Wills days wer,
at this time exceptionally evil, and hi
heart towards the new magnate of tn,
district was bitter.
He wrote out his griefs to his son a
the unpronounceable Welch village, ant
expressed as his private opinion tina
"NIiss Lefty Dormer, of the Cottage
who was agoing to be his wife, and Mr.
Radcliffe put aside rs if he had beer
nothing better nor dummy, woulI
have her hands htll when she got tn
old Radical, and she had better thinl
twice afore she did what no one in tin
world could undo when did.
This letter young VIII read to hi
wife Mary, as he sat by the freside witt
her and hef mother, not a month afte
his marriage.
''Wllat Mounsey may that be?' aske
Mrs. Jones, Mary's mother as
Mounsey myself afore T was poo
Jones.
Don't know" said young VIII
'more norhe beamainly rich gentleman
as hav, been in the east somewheres; bu
no one knows much about him
. His name mayn't be three Ms-Mol
ley Magnus?" Inquired Mrs. Jones i
a vague way.
"Aye, that 1 know it is, said VIII
land many's good laugh we've ha
over it in the town.
''Why, motherlp cried Mary; who hs
turned quite pale,
, AYE, lass, know what you'd say,
said her mother. AS sure as you're Dor
that's the nncle you've heard me spea
I, of SO often. VIII Cobbold that Mounse
yonder in that fine park is my brother
/, There can't be another such name in til
world: for father called him Morele
AIagnus. after his two godfathers, Ii
chemist and the draper of Herket- Il
Il