The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-03-09
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BUSINESS.
IAN INJURED INNocENT.

On the morning after the inquest a
pretty breakfast table was spread in a
richly furnished room in Belgravia. The
house which inclosed this room-a scene
of exquisite comfort-was from the
scraper to the topmost chimney. inside
and out, a standing advertisement of
wealth, and, one may add, of wealth
tastefully expended. The architect and
decorator had conspired, by request, to
produce the most extravagant results;
Messrs. Johnstone and Jeanes had re-
ceived orders to make the costliest COM
qinations of upholstery materials that
could be worked into a tolerably large
mansion, and had done their best to
fulfill the task. And when one adds
that Christie Mansons rooms had fur
nished the modern pictures, and Mr..
Agnew the other gems of art, there can
be no question about the taste of the
owner and his indifference to expense.
We are, however, little concerned with
the aspect or the furniture of this gorge
Gus residence, and for further informa-
ton must refer the reader unfamiliar with
Belgravian mansions to the three-volume
novels whose authoresses are so intimate
with that locality, or to the advertise
ment of Mr.. Gouldsmith, when, as occa-
bankruptcy enters the pale of that aristo-
cratic reserve. Our concern is with the
occupants of this breakfast-room at about
nine o'clock on the morning in question.
Three persons, evidently father, moth
er, and daughter, were seated at the
round table. A plate laid for a fourth
showed that another member of the
household was expected. The father,
gentleman of about fifty-five or sixty
years of age, with a long face. high cheek
bones, prominent nose, and well-deter-
mined features generally of a Western or
North of Ireland Scotchman, was plod-
ding through his Times with pertina-
cious doggedness indicative Of a
sense of duty. And indeed that did
oppress him. for parliament had lately
met, and he was Mr.. Bighorne, member
of Parliament, and of the firm also of
Bighorne, Swill, Ball x Juniper, the emil
nent distillers, who could scarcely walk
street in London without seeing the
name of their firm blazing in letters of
gold in certain houses.
No doubt it was proud thing for King
Lewis of Bavaria, in his latter days, to
circumambulate Munich, and to read in
almost every street the bronze or gilt in
scriptions which celebrated his own mag
ton that swells the bosom of a private
citizen who, in whatever city or town or
village of the United Kingdom he may
happen to alight, beholds the evidences
of his popularity, if not of his greatness,
brilliantly emblazoned on the most fire.
quented of its places of Worship
Passing by the handsome, motherly
woman, who, to use the language of mod
ern fiction, presided over the tea-urn,"
the eye lights upon the third member of
the party with a sense of complete salts
faction. The oval, sweet, yet firmly fea-
tured face, with that noble wealth of
original hair wreathed up in plaits and
curls upon the symmetrical head in Gre
clan fashion, the slightly aquiline nose,
exquisite mouth and chin, the skin man
tied with complexion purely and glori-
ously English-all this made Miss Emily
Bighorne (bother her patronymic, and
may she soon change it for better y a
subject of admiration which could well
endure the rivalry of the artists who had
showered their works upon the home of
the wealthy distiller OF British brandy
and gin. This young lady was of the ad
vanced age of ffour-and-twenty, and single,
though every one knew she was as good
as 100000 to her happy possessor on the
I wedding-dayi but Miss Emily had opin-