The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-24

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the pen of good novelist instead Of that
of mrae matter-of-fact lawyer, | would
describe in detail what followed. As it
is, can only say that. when at length
your sister came into the drawing-room,
| never saw more obstinate young lady.
nor, when she left it, one more penitent.
| showed her the exact state of aH,irs,
what we had discovered, and how, ii she
compelled u.s. we should have to s. nd her
'innamorata' into penal servitude, as the
safest means of putting her and her pros
poets beyond his reach. Then the old
lady talked to her in quite an altered
and affectionate tone, and between US,
in very little while, we brought her to
tears; nay, before the interview was
over she expressed great shame at having
allowed herself to fall into such a vulgar
trap, declaring that she had really be-
haved as she had out of thoughtless frolic
and desire for amusement.
"As to falling in love with the crea-
ture," she said, Indignantly, 81 had no
feeling of the kind. l kept his letters
for fun, and accepted the ring for fun.
He only gave it to me the same afternoon
that you discovered it, aunt; only l
didn't like being made TO tell. and I was
determined | would not; and now | am
very sorry-and let me burn those horrid
letters at once"
with this she seized the letters and
threw them on the fire; but kept a
portion of one as a specimen of the hand
writing.
Anything like the gratitude of your
aunt for my management of this delicate
business I never saw; the old lady shed
tears of delight.
"Perhaps, Mr.. Boscombe," she said,
81 have been little selfish, and forgetful
that this must be dull house for a
young, high spirited girl. | must try
and make her life little more lively, and
have people to see me; and | beg that
you will come often and giveme the Satur-
day to Monday visit that you business men
are so fond of; and let it be soon, Mr.
Boscombe, please, for l have some more
family business that | should like to put
into your hands"
80, my dear Jack, you may be sure l
shall 60 down again next week.
Then the letter ended with the usual
friendly commonplace.
The promise to make her house a more
suitable abode for her niece was faith
fully kept by Mrs. Scobell; and the going
and coming of the carriages, and the
numerous little dinner-parties, and even
dance, which in time succeeded Mr.. Bos-
combe's first visits to Dene Court, cul-
minated the following autumn in festi-
tival which created quite furore in the
neighborhood. Such grand wedding
did not often take place in that rural
district. Everything conspired to the
success OF the OCCASION; never had the
sun shone brighter upon bride; the bells
of the cd church at Poynings had never
sounded merrier peal; and happier
pair than Tom Boscombe, and Marion,
his wife, had never departed on their
honeymoon.
Full accounts of the proceedings, and
what had led to them, reached John
Farley, of course, from the pen of his
faithful friend and brother; but it was
more than year after his marriage be
fore any letter was di i,patched to Canada
whicp it concerns us again to take q
look at over the shoulder of it's writer
1t plunged at once into the main subject
4 should not have written again so i'm.
mediately, my dear Jack, were it not that
funny thing has just happened. was
sent for the other day to defend man
calling himself John Capper, who had
got into a scrape for horse-chaunting; a
nice reputable case you'll say; but mat.
rimony is an expensive amusement, and
| can't afford to turn my back upon bust
mess, criminal or otherwise--and who dc
you think he turned out to be? Why
my old friend, Jim Snow, the forger, and
also the writer of the love-letters to youl
sister; the eminent adventurer, friend
and accomplicc of Mistress Ann Brice
Yes, here he was in trouble again, anc
asking me this time to defend him. The
condolences passing between prisoner
and his attorney are sacred; but | dom
mind telling you that when / had mas
tered his present case, and settled Will
him our line of defense, said: "Nov
come, for my satisfaction, just tell NJ,
about that job of the ring; how did yo,
get it from Ann Brice, to give it to tina
young lady down at Dene Court9 Wha
was your connection with that riding
woman, formerly the tailor's appren
ticeT
He was completely staggered, and di'
not attempt to deny his identity; bu
when he realized the situation, he treate,
it as joke.
'"Well, upon my life," he said, laugh
} ing, "this is queer whirligig of affairs
TO think of my sending for you, of al
men, and after you'd once been agains
me, too! And it was you, was it, tina
scared poor little sis nearly out of he
wits, and made her nearly break her nee
by jumping out Of that window in he
habit"
"Little sis? Do you mean An
, Brice?
"Yes, she is a young sister of mine
Ann Brice is only an alias, one of many
| But it seems to me that you want t
know too much" he went on. after