Daily Republican., 1880-09-25
FOUND DEAD IN THE MORNIss
BY ALIAS sLowB.

4. OF hent county, IN the peaoalul liti
4 State Of Delaware, stands the quis
I old fashioned and picturesque villa
Of Primroseville. The one little sire
: Of the village 10 lined with stately O
= elm trees, whose shady branches NEE
. ing overhead form perfect arohway
y entangled leaves and blossoms, an
= = there might you hear the bobolink
all its glory, and, II you choose to lii
ten, the merYiest wood notes Of th
Wild thrush and robin redbreast, too.
I Somewhat back Of the broad, shad
J, lanes, on gentle elevation Of meadow
land, stands, or rather stood, for th
!. lcld house is no more, Mountain Creel
hostelry. It was great, big, oil,
rambling house, with enormous win
dows, to which green shutters were at
tached, all over 1t. A piazza, or bal
cony, its high wooden railing covered
and almost hidden entirely with tn,
: deep clustered vines and creeping
: plants that grew about 1t, extended
across the front Of the house.
II was, indeed, such an old place al
we seldom meet with nowadays, save in
picture books or dreams. How the old
tavern came by such pretentious cog.
lnomen as tha: Of Mountain Creek Hos
telry We are at loss 10 understand for
mountain or creek in that vicinity there
was none. Nor could Peter Fairfax, the
old-gray-haired proprietor. inform you;
indeed, there were few men living Who
could have known less concerning thei
own affairs than he.
The hostelry was Just what It's name
implied, and nothing more--a place Of
rest for man and beast. For, remem-
Der, we were writing of q time long past
the days Of the tardy mail coach.
The mail coach to PrimrOseville had
! wonderful instinct Of landing It's pas
ssnsers at the very doorstep Of the hes
telry, and on such occasions II was q
very pleasant sight to see how old Peter
Fairfax, his red face all sglov with
happy smiles, would take the tired
young drivers hand and put Q round
piece Of geld in IL. But the place was
not without its share Of patronage out.
side Of the regular wayfarers and com.
mercisl travellers who put up there; the
hostelry was seldom without its quota
Of village idlers and lazy, indolsnt
hands.
Peter Fairfax was past sixty, but
health and temperance had given TO i
his frame the life and vigor OF strong
manhood. By industry and hard toll |
he had accumulated snug little for
time, which fortune no one doubted
would one day fall to his nephew
young, handsome Richard Kinsley.
Every one liked young Richard, who
had = cheerful word and merry smile
for all who knew him, and II he had ap
snemy in the world he either did not
seem to care or be aware Of It; which Is
always the proper way to treat those
who hate MS.
Nov, Richards uncle. contrary to
he custom OF all uncles in stories, did
not dote upon his young nephew; and
his ia more TO be wondered .. since
,ld Peter Fairfax was not bad d.hearted
man.
There seemed 10 be some family mys.
.ery connected with the past in regard
o this Circumstance that no one could
athom; and In village like Primrose
,ille, where fresh news is always rare
md scarce, this fact was no small sub
sct for conjecture. Many shrewd Cos .
ipers were wont to express the opinion l
hat Richards mother had incurred the
nmity Of her brother, the proprietor Of
fountain Creek HOStelry, by marrying
lis enemy, or man for some cause not =,
;nown, he particularly disliked. How
ver this may be, 1t has, after all, little 2
r nothing to do with our story, as you T.
hall find out indeed. +
But let us now, on this beautiful !,
une day, with the readers good leave u
nter the hostelry and make ourselves o
t home in the proprieter's private
oem.
OF foourse we have first taken the G
ecessary presaution Of making our- =
elves invisible-a very simple matter y
a stories OF least. ',
Uncle and nephew are engaged in u
ome warm discussion, for the young
IAN Is very red In the face, and the u
nole, who has a peculiar temper Of his IL
wn, is apparently foaming with rage.
III tell you, Richard, that you shall n
bey me in this matter, and will not re
ear again to have my wishes ignored. o'
our mother--but no matter about that
ow she is dead. Heaven forbid that o.
should disturb the peace Of the grave VI ~
It the past rest with her. But she III
ould never have died so poor, throwing
,u upon my hands had she hearksn-
to my wishes. Again ] say to you,
olish boy that you shall, nay, you H
ust marry Andrew Playfair's daugh- an
r. The Playfsirs are rich, our for. sh
neE shall then be evenly matched. ds
We are not Of the richest, that does 60
It matter, you shall never marry be- nj
W your station--st least not with my tn
nsent and" an
"But you know, uncle" says the to
phew, interrupting, "that | an al no
ady engaged to another" tb
eyes, l have heard aboutit, and that an
the very reason why have oesought a
n to break off this engagement. 1t he
ust be done. Lizzie Frsnshew IL no trt
stch for you. What is pretty face fot
thout fortune to back itH Her pa alb
nts are the poorest in the village lie
are tillers of the SELL" hi
"But they are honest people, uncle. wi
sides, Lizzie and have been keep
g company for over year now and
70 her 30 much" We
"Bah! nonsense! Those are the very
,rds your mother used in arguing ha
th me long ago. This thing that you ise
II love is mere whim--a madman's his
nov Name but born lunatics are at- 40,