Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-04-04
Miscellaneous.
An Attachment.

"BaX"
Baxter Jones, called ..Bax" for short,
was Squire Syphax's Office clerk.
Eyes. SIR" answered Bax.
Fill me out a writ of attachment -
said the squire. '.I'll stand no more of
this nonsense"
Eyes, sir-what name, sir?''
You'll find il there y said the squire,
writing on card and tossing it over to
Bax. who picked it up and set about his
work. The document was speedily fin
ished and presented to the squire, who
affixed his signature.
Give it to Constable Darby and tell
him to serve it without delay" added the
squire.
Yes, SIR"
"And when he brings his prisoner. re-
port to me-"
"Yes, SIR
Bob Darby was constabulary model.
He did his duty to the letter, and expend-
ed few words about it.
When the servant came in answer to
his ring of Widow Goodheart's door bell
Bob brushed past and entered without
ceremony. lin VERY sorry to incon-
wenence you. num-" he said to Mrs.
i
to the squire's right away"
The widow turned pale and trembled.
HAS the dear man-has he had a re-
lapse 7'' she asked, in tremulous tone.
Couldn't say, num-" answered Bob ;
call know it's case of 'tachment
"A case of attachment" exclaimed the
widow the color mounting to her hand
some face.
She saw it all. A relapse, perhaps a
fatal one, had surely set in. and the squire,
whom she had long been waiting for to
speak his mind, but whose modesty had
hitherto prevented, had doubtless selected
this critical moment to declare his feel
ings.
There's kerridge at the door. num-"
said Bob, and when he handed the lady in
nothing more was said till they reached
the sources door.
As the latter entered he started with
surprise. Instead of the contemptuous
culprit. Dick Slote, at whose guilty head
he was prepared to hurl the laws anathe-
mas, it was the lovely Widow Goodheart.
the angel of his dreams, whom he saw be-
fore him. In the name of all the Dromios,
what diabolical error was this ?
CdlcnlUS up tIe TtluTUcu WARRANT, W
his horror he read:
ITO any constable greeting: You are
hereby commanded to take the body of
Dorothy Goodheart and bring the same
forthwith before me, etc. Caleb SyphaX,
]. P"
Darling look of wrath at the clerk and
the constable. he ordered them TO with
draw.
"My dear Mrs. Goodheart, began the
squire. blushing to the tips of his ears,
show can atone for this annoyance ?"
sob, its no annoyance. l assure YOU,
smpered the widow. I'm so glad to
find you are not ill.,"
"But-but this unfortunate attachment, 3"
stammered the squire. dashlng aside the
ill-starred document.
IL have long returned it," naively
murmured the widow, turning as red as
himself.
A CLEAN of gladness flashed over the
squire's countenance. Could it be she
was ignorant of the indignity she had suf-
fered? And then, to find the ice so happi-
ly broken!' He clasped her hand, pressed
it to his lips. and poured out the tale of
his pent-up love with an ardor and elo-
uueuCc WHICH ldiTlN dSlOHlSHeu UlIuSell.
The widows pretty head dropped on his
shoulder, as with alternate smiles and
tears. she listened raptuouslv 70 what she
has been so long waiting to hear.
The squire came back happy man
from escorting the widow home that even
ing. But the sight of Bax. Jones aroused
his fury.
How dare you play Inc such trick P"
He Numbered.
what trick ?" he inquired irnocently
"What trickP" why, putting Mrs
Goodheart's name in that attachment"
II put the name YOU gave me-" an
swered Bax.
Its false" roared the squire.
Here's the card" rejoined the clerk.
The squire looked at it, 1t was one of
Mrs. Goodheart's cards left with some
delicacy which she had sent during his
late illness. On the blank side he had I'M
Willingly written the name to be inserted
in the writ. Whether the clerk had
copied from the wrong side by mistake
or had played off practical joke was
not quite clear to the squire's mind, for
Bax. in point of gravity, fell far short of
his distinguished namesake. the author of
Saints Rest. People and Patriot