New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-04-26

estonlshment. II was, Just on my way
look for you. Il it possible that my daagl
ter Bella can have gone OF with youi
"Madam," said Mr.. Simpson, etifalv. "a
low me- to have . private interview wit
you;" and he walked into the parlor an
shut the door.
You speak of postcards. I have r,
ceived q post card this afternoon, and it
from you yourself. Do you recognize It'll
And he handed it over to her.
Certainly no+," answered Mrs. Brewster
II have never seen it before"
AFTER the remarks made on Saturda
about postcards" continued Mr.. Simpson
solemnly, II can not but think that it mus
have emanated from this house, and that
Is shameful hoax from one of your family
i elOpe with Miss Brewster! Ia bushes
man! l to be held up to the ridicule @
postmen and their subordinstes! 1t is dis
graceful-positively disgraceful! l neve
could have imagined such an unpleasant
such frightfully embarrassing position"
"Aud what do you think of thesel" ask
ed Mrs. Brewster, producing the two post
cards which had come to her that afternoon
II suppose you don't imagine that l wrot,
them to myself"
| Mr.. Simpson perused them in silent hor
| rOr.
| From Miss Brewster he exclaimed
Saying she has eloped with me!-witl
me!-that che is quite safe and distractingly
| happy! From her uncle, saying that she is
not with HIM, and that he suppOses she has
gone on with me! This is enthusiastically
horrible! 10 have my name dragged before
the public in this way-to be charged in nc
less than three quarters with such q mon
mOnstrOus accusatiOnl 1t is more than
can bear. 1t literally staggers me. What
is to be dont7"
"Well, Mr.. Simpson, suppose you have
some serious intentions with regard to my
daughter9'
"None whatever, assure you. merely
look upon her as a friend-a friend who
SCI, seems 70 enjoy my society and appreciate
Enjoy your society! appreciate your con-
versation!' repeated Mrs. Brewster, in a
tone Of utter scOrn.
"And the fact is, continued Mr.. Simpson.
Il have met young friend lately, less
worldly and more serious than Miss Brew
ster, who, think, would suit me far better,
She has pretty little fortune of her own,
zoo, and l have reason to think che looks
upon me with considerable regard and af-
fection."
Then the sooner you leave this house the
better" cried Mrs. Brewster, throwing open
the door. "You are no gentleman, Mr..
simpson, you are no gentleman. And
though l believe those post cards must be q
hoax, yet l am very glad they came, be-
cause they have been the means of exposing
you in your true colors. You never seem
to think how my daughter has been made
remarkable by your absurd attentions: Won
never seem to think how her name nav
now suffer from being dragged before the
public aud coupled with yours; you only
think OF your contemplate little self Go!
and let me never see your face again."
And Mrs. Brewster, with the DIR of
tragedy queen, bowed the astonished Mr..
Simpson out He made an effort to say
something, but it was no use; he had to
sneak away like a beaten spaniel with it's
tail between its legs, and he never ate veal
of Elm Lodge again.
Mrs: Brewster's next movement was to
get of, accompanied by Rosie, to her
brothers place at Winderton, where they
found Rella safe and we'll, and before the
evening was over they all enjoyed q
hearty laugh over the post cards and Mr.
outraged propriety. Bella was
not doomed to linger out her days in single
blessedness, for very soon after the affair of
the postcards Mr.. Sam Miller emigrated to
Queensland, and there he got on so we'll
with his sheep farm that he sent over for !
his fair neighbor to join him. She &C.
,ordingly sailed in the next ship, and if |
he learns to do without new ecrl polo |
,aises, perhaps its so much the better. One |
hing is certain, she never regrets Mr. Jacob |
simpson for single instant. Mrs, Brewster
Always purses up her lips at the very men,
ion OF his name, and murmurs, soto coce,
That wretchv' She and Rosie live on
at Elm Lodge, and it is now
) matter of comparative Indifference to her
whether shoulder of mutton last for four
# five days. She is still in perfect ignor-
nee as to who wrote the three postcards;
'ut she considers it very fortunate cir
umstance that they were written, as they
1ere the means of bringing things to a
limax, and revealing Mr.. Jacob Simpsons
cal intentions and true character.