The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-07-28
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lscggics was a wealthy dry-saltcr in
Lime street square, and his residence
was in westbourne terrace. He was
a widower, with two children, via:
Jack, aged 20; and Clemintina, a
bright.haircd, light hearted, thought
less little beauty Of IS, and one Of the
most lovablc Of the sex I had ever
seen. Jack Boggles and ] were chuns
at Eaton, and when we left school he
joined his father in the dry-saltipg
line, and ! turned to the bar. Ny ac-
quaintance with Jack caused me to be
a frequent visitor at Westbourne ter
race, and an attachment soon sprang
up between myself and Clemintina.
But Mammon was the god Of Boggles,
eenior-hc began the world as shoe
black, and | don't believe the old Pa
gan could wrise his own name; and
although he had no objection to me as
a cempanion for his son, he aimed at
something better for his daughter than
q poor law student of my limited
means. Besides, there was middle
aged, coarscieatured, pimply-faced,
vulgar soap boiler in the way, named
Tadgeby; and Jack told me in conf
dence shat he was as rich as Cresus,
and he thought the governor had an
eye on him for Glenn" As for the
dear girl, to her credit be it recorded,
she positively detested the monster.
One evening | was leaving the house
as usual, when Boggles followed me
down stairs aud said in peculiar
manner:
"Huml Mr.. Vavasseur, | should
like to have a few words with you in
the library. if you please"
Or course assented, and followed
him into the room. He pointed to a
chair, gave a short, hard cough, and
began.
-r.Afr. Vavasseur, am man Of the
world, and although YOU are many
years my junior, ] imagine you to be
the same. Now, sir, l do not wish
for one moment, to hurt your feelings,
but Il am a plain man"-nad so he
was; ''ugly" would have been a better
woodland mean to speak plainly. ]
have lately noticed, with any thing
but satisfaction, that there is too great
.an amount OF familiarity between
yourself and Miss Boggles, and IA
Tiers eye cannot be blind to the fact
that your attentions are any thing but
obnoxious to he,; therefore, feel it
my duty at once to inform you that
my daughter never can, by any posi-
ibility whatever, become your wife.
That being the case, | must request
you to put an end to all this boy and
girl nonsense for the future. l shall
take an early opportunity of speaking
to my daughter on the subject, and in
the meantime, ] think it will be as
well for you to discontinue your visits
at this house-at all events, until she
is settled in life, when shall again be
happy to see you here as my sons
friend and my guest
The hard hearted old villain held
out his hand as he concluded, and then |
added:
Remember, we are at all times on |
the best OF terms"
"The best of terms!" what mock.
cry! for at that moment | could with |
feelings Of the liveliest satisfaction,
have assassinated old Boggles. |
scarcely know what answer | return
cd; but / took the profiered hand,
muttered a few words in reply, and
hurried from the house.
In few days / discovered that mat.
tiers were not so thoroughly hopeless
after all. True, | was forbidden the
house, but there was a traitor in the
camp; and through the agency of
Jack, correspondence was carried on
between myself and Clemintina, of
which odd Boggles was perfectly igno-
rant; and little did that unsuspecting
parent know that | and my darling
Glenn had many cory afternoons to-
gether in Kensington Gardens; for
whenever Jack escorted his sister for
a walk, l always knew where to meet
them; and Jack, believing in the old
adage, used to retire to a respectful
distance and enjoy cigar while we
two were love making. Still, that
sort Of thing could not last forever;
and knowing that her father was I'M
likely 10 alter his mind, we agreed to
elope the first opportunity.
"Now's your time, old fellowl" said
Jack, bursting into my chamber one
morning wien was breakfasting.
There is u tide in the affairs of men,
which taken in the fiood-hum! Shak-
'peare. You know the rest"
"Just so, Jack; but what do you
meany'
"Mean. Listen to this. Charlie, and
cts hear what you think of my
'cheme."
And patting me on the back, he
J. ]