The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-11-29
RUTLAND MORNING NOVEMBER 49, 1873

my friend, Charles Thrapstow, massivepi
with topaz in it, and all.
Now what was to be done? Should | 90
TO Mrs. Maidmont and tell her how she was
deceived in her daughters lover? That
would have been the way best adapted to
spare the feelings of the Maidmonts; but
would 1t bring back the five thousand
pounds | thought not.
"Miss Maidmont," | soliloquized, evil
find some way to warn her lover Even
robbing bank may not cmbtter girl
against her sweetheart, and no doubt she's
over head and ears in love with Charlie"
No: l determined on different plan.
rose early, next morning, dressed my
self with care, put on pair of pale prim-
rose gloves, doNncd my newest beaver, and
tsok cab to St. Spikenard's Noting Hill.
The bells were jangling merrily as
alighted at the church-door a small crowd
had already gathered on the pavement
drawn together by that keen foresight of
coming excitement characteristic of the
human species. 'Fricnd of the bride
groom" | whispered to the yerger, and
was forthwith shown into the ycsiry The
clergyman was there already, and shook
hands with me in a vague kind of way.
"Not the bridegroom 2" he said in mild
interrogativc manner. ! told him that |
was OllN Oi' VI HIS llltlAlSs anu W.T. SLtDl
looking at each other in comatose kind
of way, till a little confusion at the vestry-
door broke the spell "Ilere he comes!"
whispered some one and next moment
there appeared in the ycstry, looking pale
and agitated, but very handsome Mr.
Charles Thrapstow.
had caught him by the arm and led him
into corner, before he recognized who
was. When he saw me, | thought he
would have tainted. Don't betray me-
he whispered.
| held out my hand with significant
gesture
Five thousand, whispered in his ear
"1Ou shall have it In five minutes
"IouI minutes are long ones, Master
Charles, said.
With trembling fingers he took out
pocket-book and handed me roll.
81 meant it for you, Tom. he said. Per-
haps he did, but we know the fate of good
intentions.
1t didn't take me long TO count over those
notes there were exactly five thousand
pounds.
Now" said | Master Charlie, take
yourself off"
You promised, he urged, mot to be-
tray me-
mo more | will, if you go
''Shes got ten thousand of her own he
whispered
BE off or else
NO; | won't" said Charlie. making up
his mind with desperate effort I'm not
I'll make a clean breast of it.
At that moment there was bit of str.
and Il general call for the bridegroom. The
bride had just arrived. people said. He
pushed his way out to the carriage, and
whispered a few words to Isabel. who fell
back in u faint. There was great fuss
and hustle, and then some one came and
said that there was an informally in the
license, and that the wedding couldn't
come off that day.
didn't wait to see anything further, but
posted off to the bank, and got there just as
the board were assembling suppose
some of the directors had got wind
of Thrapstow's failure, for the first thing
heard when | got into the board-Ioom was
old Venablcs grumbling out GLOW about
those Damascus bonds, Mr.. Manager" |
rode rough-shod over old Nenables, and
tyrannizcd considerably over the board in
general that day, but couldn't help think
ing how close a thing it was, and how very
near shipwrcck had been.
AS for for Tfrapstow, presently heard
that. after all he had arranged with his
creditors, and made it up with Miss Maid
mont. He had tongue that would wind
around anything, if you only gave him
time, and | wasn't much surprised at hear
ing that his wedding-day was fixed. He
hasn't sent me an invitation, and don't
suppose he will, and | certainly shall not
thrust myself fore a second time as an I'M
invited guest. ChamJerS Journal.