Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-11-06
YE ROBINSON SCANDAL



Ye Harts Of Woman Than Love.
From Truth.
II befel upon tyme-and Wit ye
well IL were jollie tyne for ye frolick-
some 400 at Newporte-that there ala
dwell in most fashionable cottage, a
man OF goodlie parts, yclept bye the
ancient and noble name OF Smythe.
Now, good Master Smythe were Tor
two years ye fortunate possessor OF ye
moste beautiful wife In ye world, ye
| faire dochter of Western senator,
with whom he did live right happilie,
dotyng godliwise upon hyr. But soon
there came upon ye scenes OF domes-
tick blisse, one over-gallant wight out
of ye far countrle of Englande, who,
when not professional gentylman, did
exc mayntenance bye We wiies OF ye
festive game OF pokyr. Halgernon was
he hight, and he were a thorough
bred1e from 'wayback.
Helgerhon were not plaisaunt to gaze
upon: for. like aye Britons raised In ye
hottholse OF Paris, he were neither
comelie of dress, not yet fleet OF lymo;
but bye ye blue heavyns! Halgernon did
have that mysterious power which, as
with ye monks of olden Spanish tyne,
ladies'" So Mapped 1t then that when
he did falle athwart ye path OF faite
Mistress Eithylle Smythe, as might
have ben purceaved of moch cleverer
man than hyr husband, he did steal hyr
harte away forsooth. and an me! ye
| frolic and ye shame Of 1t "a.
Well, il were at ye splendid Casseyno
ball that of soden did ye unsuspect-
yng husband fee! somothyrg heavy in
hys coat-tayl pocket; and in drawing
forth ye offendYng thyng, did purceave
attached thereto a missve readyng like
to this:
why will good Master Smythe-
brave man that he is!-remain longer in
ye dark? Does he not know that even
at this moment, one Halgernon, with
horses feet, awaits beyond ye olde mill
for We beloved wife of hys friend, Mas
ter Smythe? Shame upon soch lag
gardp
Stricken as bye ye voice Of judgment
from hys God, ye good and loyal hus-
band stood still and trembled. Then
did he bow hys he'd, and with counte-
nance pallyd, did seek ye dressyng
room, where, full sureie, he found his
beloved preparing for fight. Did he
reproach hyr-slaye hyr, indeed, then
and there? Nay, good friend. For bye
ye high heavYns! ye Smytnes are all
philosophers, doyng no t6vng without
forethought. The a1hcient famllie is
small, but chL,oo;vca
MY ioSe," quoth she, feignyng a
ealmIGe ss even in hyr infamie, ''you do
lo '3 worried-moch possessed of a pas
i sion"
GAY, why not?" vuoth he. Sand II
you had heard and seen with your own
eyes ye awful thynQ which concerns
our good neighbor, Robinson, You TOO
void loke very moch ye worse for IT.
Whereupon did Mistress Elthylle drop
into settee with thud, and groaned;
for We wife of neighoor Robinson were
no more nor less than one Of Gods most
elect OF angels. "What might ye scan
dyl be?" she prayed, with cheek a-pale.
NAY, nay! Thou art woman, and
hence can keep no secret 1 shall de-
ME you. 1t is too terrible! Before
three days will it be cabled all over ye
whole world, for Mistress Robynson is
we'll known on both sides of ye ocean.
Now, alone-save her, poor creature!
God spare hyr-and her husband hold
We monstrous secret" Wherenpon
from very excess of emotion he did
choke, and his eyes did roll in their
blaZying sockets.
1t were plainlie too moch for ye gos-
siD-loving spouse; for Of sodden did
she fall athwart her knees, imploring
that he tell hyr ye secret, for she was
| filed with q passion most womanlyke
withal. But he did fight her away,
saying, NAY, 60 from me. You are a
woman, and can keep no secret~ which
did stab her pride, So great, indeed,
was her lust for ye precious scandyl
that she did forget hyr Halgernon, who
was pacing lyke a tiger up and down
beyonde We olde mill. At last, when she
did become lyke mad, vowing anything
under We angels, wode he but give up
the spoils, he said, 'If you will go with
me to some solitaire spot where we be
not overheard, befouer God will Ireveal
it to you!"
ITO ye ends of ye earth will 60, "
did she cry, overjoyed, clingyng to hymn
as he led hyr down narrow stair and
out into ye darknesse Of ye night, and
then away even to ye brink of ye sea.
There alone did he slack hys pace, and,
turning upon her in ye clear moonlight,
with breath all but left hys bozome,
spoke into her yeafnyng ears: 81 did
see Mistress Robynson in ye elm copse,
he whispered, his eyes lyke watch-fires
at ye brinke Of he'll, "ahd she did have
her two white arms abont ye neck"
''Of whom?-quick! of whom? :"
"Of-her husband. You have lover
awsityng you at We ode mill, said good
Master Robinson to her. His name is
Halgernon. I will not reproach you,
nor will 1 slaye him. he said. And
since you have prayed forgiveness, be-
fore God forgive you! : Ah,
my love; was not that most wonderful
secret?"
But ye fair Eithylle had swooned up
on ye sands.
And Master Halgernon, bye act OF
legislature, as well as charitie to hym-
self, did chynge yys name to DenDys!
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