The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-05-13

Mr.. Gobblecock, with a grunt, TT
turned to his papers.
"a lady, should think" said the
young baronet.
"Ahl I'm sure of it. Who else could
have told us about Ruth's dresses and the
color of her hair? Yet there's an amaz-
ing amount Of knowledge of horses in
that book, and of barrack life" said Mr..
Marsh, land Hyacinth Grey has one
novel about London city life, and an
other about yachting"
The voice of Gobblecock interrupted.
an my time at school Hyacinthus was a
Greek boy, but these ladies that write
novels don't trouble their heads about
classical accuracy"
Soon he wrote long letter, sent it to
the post, folded his newspapers into the
black bag, and came with a thousand
more apologies, and made up for his alb
sence by talking with the volubility of a
dozen. His stories made everybody
laugh; his gentleness with the girls made
up for his lack of good looks; his talk of
foreign cities made them wonder how
(as our friends beyond the channel would
say) he was most at home when he was
abroad. In word, Gobblecock was.
pleasant man, good company success.
Even Hubert came back, heart-aches
and all, and joined the circle. And then
the candles cleaned round the drawing
room, and Nelly looked her prettiest, and
Mary Marsh was her sweetest, and Robin
was his noisiest. Harry Gives was
pleased with himself and all the world;
Hubert was only heard once Overheard
by Nelly) to murmur to his sister that he
wished Harry was star enough" Mr..
Marsh made happy paterfamilias, and
felt like a boy again when he detected
Harry Give waiting on Nelly, and poor
Hubert getting angry. In short, it was
a pleasant family circle, and Gobblecock
had become favorite with everybody,
except little Robin, whose mind had been
disturbed about Bluebeard.
At Darkleigb Court the ladies had al
ways an hour themselves, while the
men finished the late evening in the
Tonight Nelly took up the book that
few-chapters while Mary worked.
Presently Mr.. Marsh came in. $50
glad you are reading that, Nelly! 1t is
beauty and poetry from cover to cover,
no matter what it talks about-the hunt
ing-feld, or the camp, or the barrack-
yard, or anything"
Mary did not look up from her work,
but she said gently" Hyacinth Grey's
books are all delightful. He must be
man with noble mind"
Mr.. Marsh paced up and down the
room thinking; his thoughts had darted
off to subject nearer his heart.
Il wonder what that boy of mine has
on his mind2" he said. HE stumps
about over my head, up and down,
up and down, till 2 and in the
wish you would find out
what is troubling him, Mary. Poor
Hubertl 1t worries me to think he may
have some trouble and won't tell me.
Find out, if you cam"
HE has little sitting-room too in the
west tower, has not he?" Nelly asked,
when Mr.. Marsh was gone. "The light
IS burning there till 1 every night. I
have looked out and seen the bright
window, and wondered"
The light burned in the upper window
IF the west tower that night till the
clock struck 1. Afterwards Hubert
walked up and down in the room over
MS fathers till half-past.
HE must have some great trouble on
his mind" thought Nelly, peeping from
mder the corner of her window-blind |
md seeing the lonely light.
"He is like the Polar bear in the |
geological gardens!" thought his sleep |
ess father, listening to the footsteps for
lalf the night.
On the next evening Hubert had car
led of "Brightely Court" to that snug
title sitting room of his in the tower. |
Nary Marsh asked Nelly to run up for it, |
Is her brother, and her father, and the |
,reat Mr.. Gobblecock were all far away |
It billiards.
Nelly, in Hubert's own dominions, de-
aged to look round her before she took
he open volume from the table. All at |
nee footsteps, and Hubert's voice, and |
he voice of the dread Gobblecock were
lose outside the door. Seized by silly
ear Of being found, she thought of Ar
.entina in the last romance; and, re-
olved to be heroine for once in her
ife, she did just what she should not
ave done, she stepped behind screen.
Sic ll1AA1Ab 1lttNS 6bCDPCO Oub dD OuC0
ravely and made joke of it; but by
lesitation that chance was lost. Should
he faint, or should she cough, for the
moke was choking her? She stopped
Ter ears with a pair of fingers, and stood
here in an agony of fear.
When she took her fingers out of her
airs TO hear if they were going away,
hubert was saying:
cit is absolutely necessary to put the
aronet out of the way. My idea was
olson"
Nelly shuddered and turned cold.
mo, not a murder-not murder, if it
an possibly be avoided. ! have shrunk
rom that for rs-always," said Cob
lecock. s.s-.: $50
Nellie could not put her fingers into.
er ears again. Should she scream out
,ud? Should've fall down with bang !
n the floor ;,..i-T -: - -.
at is rather horrid idea,p said Hub
TT, rehecting. Put I! shall have no
orrorsi 1t shall be poisoning drown
lg, if I could manage taking him,
broad and doing some boating; per-
APPS he might be lgred into Mediter7il
anean falucco." A. 49, 81
very good, said the other. al
''That man is a monsterP thought.
Telly. Hubert is excited, but. he is
old. He is goada{gs Hubert on, and
to think i'll of it."
Il mean to put some money in my
ocket, can tell you !" said Hubert. Il
amt you to put me up to the legal for
lalities of arranging the viii. Forgery
rather worked out, but don't see any
ling else"
IF were you," said Gobblecock, Il
Mould send the old man to lunatic
sylum, and"
More and more Nellie was like Argen-
ma. She had tried gliding and hiding,
nd had stepped into the middle of an !
of crime and mystery. She
melt down, wringing her hands.
Il shall make him lunatic at large"
hid Hubert.
Every well; then stop at that. Over :
on the agony-is al !