Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-01-04

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fully, upset the boiling mixture on O'Fla
herty's legs and vanished with lock o
his hair.
O'FlahertY's language was forcible wei
it might be. Marillier apologized in tn,
handsomest manner, but the blood of tn,
descendant of the fighting Flahertys
was up, and mere words had no power t,
appease him.
He demanded the instant execution o
Congo, or the satisfaction of gentleman
"Are these your only alternatives 2
asked the Major, grayely.
"They are" clustered Terence
Then accept the latter, said Maril
lier unhesitatingly.
"You are gentleman, bedad p ex
claimed O'Flaherty, suddenly sobered
land if you think that dirty little bastt
worth fghtiH' about, Terence O'Flaherty
not the man to begrudge you the pleasure
Still, I'd be ready to overlook it, and lei
bygones be bygones if you'd give me on,
single dacent reason for keeping the haste.
A pause, during which all grew breath
less with excitement.
Marillier looked as imperturbable al
ever. If one reason will afford you sat
| isfaction, Mr.. O'Flaherty, don't see how
| can in fairness refuse you. | keep tbs
beast because l expect him some day to be
worth "a, 900 a year to me-"
And that was all we ever got out of HIM
got leave in January and started home
ward joyfully.
My father had been promoted to good
living in the country since left home, and
the first week of my visit was spent in see.
ing and being seen. My sisters Freda and
Gertie trotted me all over the place dis.
playing the church, the COW, the pet old
women, the schools, the new pony trap,
and the points of view. They treated me
entirely novel, and for which | suspected
had to thank my uniform (which l had been
inplored to bring with me), but which was
nevertheless gratifying. 1t was all very
pleasant and home-like, AID quite forgot
how very much in love with Nora McCran
had begun to be one short week ago in
Ballynoggin.
My mother in the pride of her heart took
me to pay visits with her all over the coun.
try, SO that when the first Sunday came
round, felt quite intimate with at least
half the congregation.
"Who was the funny old lady in yell
low bonnet and furs, sitting under the pull.
pit ?" l asked after dinner.
Miss Corbett, of Brockwood, said my
mother. "You know we called there on
Thursday, but she was out.
And the little niger with her ?"
ooh that's real African prince, her
latest pet, son of Oke Jumbo, King of
Bonny. She wanted heather to convert,
herself, and the missionaries had no end of
trouble to steal this one for her, as she in.
sisted on his being of good family" Gertie
explained.
ashes wild about pets," Freda con.
tinued, "and she changes them once fort
night at least. The place was just like the
parrot house at the Zoo once, when we first
came, and the next thing we heard of her
was that DR.. Burnaby was furious at being
sent for one winter night to see her kanga-
roos. The climate was not agreeing with
them. She kept tame snakes once, and
they escaped and were never found. No
one dared cross the park for months after,
as they were supposed to be hiding there. -
| / heard good deal more about Miss
| Corbett's eccentricities before long. She
had taken a violent liking to my father,
and used to send for him constantly, much
to Freda's disgust, as she had to drive him
| to Brockwood-" the man, compound of
! gardener, butler and coachman, being in
| valided. The old lady's gravest considera-
ton in life was the disposal of her large
property, which was absolutely under her
control. Her prospective heirs were as
numerous as her pets, and nearly as often
changed "Shell end by dying intestate
or leaving everything to the county chari-
ties, my father used to say on coming
home from one of the numerous interviews
he had with her on the subject "She
her faithful old servants, and that unlucky
little African in her lifetime, and SO / told
her."
Next day it was, We'll, l think the
old lady has made up her mind at last. She
has sent for her nephew from London-her
natural heir-and made will in his favor.
1t is all very right and nice. saw it
signed and witnessed, and the old one de-
stroyed that is her regular custom before
she signs the new one."
"What's the new one like?' asked Ger
| tie. Has he come p
oh, such horror ?" broke in Freda,
CLOCKS like little Jew tradesman-and
his manners are insufferable. shant go
near Brockwood again during Mr.. Jonathan
Marillier's stay"
"Marillier !" I exclaimed, I thought ]
had met with Brockwood before, but could
not imagine where.
"What On earth are you talking about?
said the girls together.
I explained. When had done Freda
began
THAT'S the very Major Marillier that
poor Miss Patty Payne-Miss Corbett's
companions always telling me about.
Yes, he's cousin distant one-and four
years ago was here on visit. Miss Patty
goes Ito wild raptures about him on small
provocation. He was very kind to her
poor, forlorn little woman. Miss Corbett
was delighted with him at first, and then
quarrelled furiously with him. l believe
he used disrespectful language about her
monkey"
'sThe monkey !" 1 shouted.
"Why yes, she had one for pet just
then, nasty, thieving, mischievous crea.
ture. Everyone hated it, and it ended by
costing poor Major Marillier Brockwood.
Miss Patty doesn't know exactly what the
quarrel was about-but Miss Corbett called
him a swindler and time. serving hypo.
critic one day at dinner, and he got up,
said good-by to her quite politely, and left
the place at once. His luggage was sent
after him-and the monkey. He left or.
ders with the butler that if ever it was to
be disposed of, he'd like it. Next day
Miss Corbett did nothing but cry and
moan after him-saying he had deserted
her, and that the monkey should be hanged
$50 Parker, the butler, took it away, and
sent it off to Major Marillier without tell.
ing her.
| When Freda stopped, began my story,
and had the satisfaction of seeing all the
family as puzzled as myself.
'tI wish your friend could be induced to
make some advances TO Miss Corbett,
said my father. I'm sure he would have
a good chance of the succession
/ "That Marillier will never do, replied,
emphatically. He's not that sort of man.
It's shame ?! said Freda, Indignantly
"Pll speak to Miss Corbett myself to-
morrow know she likes me. No! you
shall go and tell her what fine fellow hel
cousin is. Wen drive over together"
The interview never came off Once
only in our lives were Miss Corbett and
destined to meet. From the moment oil
Jonathan Marillier's arrival, all outsiders
like ourselves were gently and unobtru'
sively kent from annroachinc the moor old