Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1886-05-04
GRAVEYARD ROMANCE
In Which the Guilty Are Punched d
and the Innocent Rejoice.

Comfortably seated at breakfast one
Sunday morning, after long and ar
duous weeks work, l heard my wife
say:
"The young gentleman at Mrs, Mar
tins was brutally assaulted last
night"
There was nothing remarkable about
that, and, OF course, it was no business
OF NINE. l knew the lad by sight, and
supposed that he had a little income,
since he did no work and spent most of
his time in billiard rooms, theaters or
music halls.
Ale has been tight and cheeky, /
suppose" was oil that said.
just then my eldest girl came to say
that "Mr. Summers would esteem 1t q
favor" il l would visit him for short
time.
answered promptly that would be
With him in quarter of an hour, but I
could not understand how he came to
know me. Mrs. Martin undoubtedly
yas an old acquaintance of MY wife,
but she always thought that | was
"somcthing in the city," as did most
people in the ncighborhood.
He was u tall, good-looking young
fellow Of about twenty-seven years.
He was up, dressed in q manner and
the doctor had been and dressed his in
jurics.
His brow had been cruelty cut by
blows of lifo-preserver, he thought,
imperiectly warded OF by his um-
brella. "'
He had been attacked the previous
night near the Deaf and Dumb Institute
by the obolisk. He had also been at
tackled on two previous occasions, both
being on Saturday nights. 1t was clear
to me that the young fellow had been
Systematically followed, dogged and
that Saturday night was always chosen,
because on such night fatal ending
would more easily be accounted for by
so drunken brawl," .is .i.,,
"Mr. Summers, ! said, "as neigh
Dor, what can do for youP'
"AhW he exclaimed, smiling. ut is
evident you don't know me, and yet
know you. My name isn't Summers,
but Saumarez. ~
This was revelation to me.
You were the little lad, then,n !
said, "who was ready to swear that
you gave Swo-pound loaf to a bcggar
woman, although you knew that she
stole it, and / knew that she stole it,
when your father, who was baker in
Portman Place, wanted to give. her into
py custody"
you've hit it.n teihAt
wasn't likely to forget the name Of
Saumarez, as it was emblazoned at one
time in great letters of gold on broad
blue signboard, for every one to come
and look at who patronized Portman
market. 5ft
Mrs. Saumarez, this young man s
mother, was fine, handsome woman.
Even at the period of which speak
she must have been over fifty years of
age. Old Saumarez was quiet man,
OF (supposeO German extraction, and
owned three or four bakers shops
between Edgware road and Gray's Inn.
He died suddenly while / was still a
young constable and on duty in the
neighborhood, having his widow and
son well provided for, and the former
soon after married "Dr." Hassard, a
chcmist-a strange old fellow, with q
pale face and glittering black oyes, who
used to wear black velvet skull cap
all day in his shop, or "medical hall'';
but l knew, and few Of his neighbors
knew, that he used to go out about
midnight dressed in q line, old-fash-
ioned style, and most people suspected
that he spent hours and hours before
morning in q well known gambling
house. 'l ~ n
When tell you that Mrs. Saumarez
did not long survive her union with the
''loctor", and that the latter shortly
after sold his business and effects and
departed to some unknown place, !
have rccounted all l knew up to the
time of visiting young Saumarez that
Sunday morning, n,t
When he said: you've hit It." ]
concluded, of course, to lose no more
mcregarding how he came to recog-
nize me. .-.s,t .rf- anfit W1s
"Youhavc been assaulted three times
In less than three months" l re.
marked. Have you any enemiesp"
II donot know Of any"
care you wealthy" -. .,aa
"No, am not, he returned, asnil.
ingly. my father left me an annuity
of one hundred pounds a year, and
have never, since his death, spent, as
an average, two pounds O week, When