Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1877-01-04
Old General Leybourne.
AN ENGLISH STORY,

terrace before Sepperton Hall, deep
in thought. His brows were knit,
his lips compressed, giving All mus
sual sterncss to his bright, happy,
genial face. -"ii
What was the matter This !:
that day several guests were to ar
rive for the shooting season. and
among them WAS one who at that
particular moment, he scarcel,
knew how to receive Should he
ch 4lienge him ?-shnnld he, before
the assembled visitors, kck him ae
lie deservsd
They were knotty questions. 1t
was hard that he, with a wife he
loved, and "a little heir in the nurse,
nv, should submit to Impertlncnce
Yet, to thus degrade him, might
not be considered the proper course
fol Il gentleman to adopt under the
circumstances, through his toe
itched very much 10 do it.
The Squire pondcred, tl,en look
cd up at certain window At the
same moment, hand drew aside
the curtain, and his Eite's fresh,
pretty face smiled at him, nodded,
and vanished.
& most decidedly shall k;ci; him,
muttered the Squire. Its all the
reptile merits. Fancy, because Of
that senseless ape, bordering that
dear face with widows cap! It's
absured Yet--the rules of honor !!
I'll ask old General Leybonrne.'
Turning, the Squire found his
wife, in morning toilette, by his
side.
Fondly he drew her arm within
his, aud, tor space, apparently
forgot the canse of his periubation.
The recollection ca ne hack, how
ever, when at three o'clock, the
carriages sent to the railway sta'
ton, arrived with the invited
-ui->ls.
The squire was standing on the
terrace to receive them, and as they
drove up the Beech avenue, his
glance rested on the last vehicle, a
dog cart, in which sat a particu-
larly effetninate but handsome man
Of scarcely Thirty, with a fair skin.
moustache, an eye glas, and a per.
feet toilette.
| BY his side, in marked contrast
was Il gentleman with heavy, gray
cavalry moustache, a fine bronzeC
countenance, and a merry face, over
which, as he lom. ged back smoking
was scattered a humorous CLEAN, al
his telling little remarks lashcd ths
exquisite holding the ribbons al
most into brain enough to resort.
1t was General Leybourne, ont
Of our bronzed Indiana veterans.
AS the 'log-cart stopped before
the terrace, Squire Thornberr,
advanced to meet the new comcrs
sGood dav, Mr. Norton he said
shaking hands with the exquisite
'1ou will fiiid refreshment III th
dinltg room. General lie added
TO the other, dropping his voice
'may | detain you a second e
The General answered in the al
hrmative, and the Squire led hir
away into the grounds.
When there, he said, my dea
Leybourne, as an old and value
frichd, | want Your advice. If
man sent Il love letter tc. your wife
what would you &c 2
Shoot him. was the laconic re
joinh,r. Has amy one been send
ing a ve~letter to yours, my &c:
Squire 2
Yes
'How lid you discover it! STOP
ped jt-found it ell 2
Neither, Lucy, crimson with al
ger, brought 1t to me herself
Herself! In that case, you al
fortunate and safe. When vii
Shove such letter to her husband
lie is a happy man.
4 am happy man, General, if
wite's faithful love can make IN
: so;' said the Squire, qnietly. 'Whs
| want to know, is how to treat I'll
fellow who sent it 2
Shoot him
'And, perhaps. leave Lucy
widow, in reward for her affection
sTrue,' responded the Genera
In such cases we only think {
honor, aud not of women kind
Nav | ask the name, Squire, {
this Lotbario !!
The thing you came with in th
dog-cart-the Honorable Alfre
Norton
what that conceited idio,
who believes every woman VIII
t looks upon him, from the dait
? wench to the duchess, is Instant
in love with his elegant person z
That fellow. my dear Squire P
powder and ball are tco good fo
him--they dc him too much bon
or! Yet, what can you do? LIE
me think