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Full Date1839-04-06
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Newspaper TitleThe Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW : 1803 - 1842)
Trove TitleThe Murdering Banker
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{From Blackwood'* Magutine for December.)

(Continuedfrom Tuesday last.)

Air. Peter Peario looted at*the anir mated countenance of L13 ward -and a ?t'range cloud passed over his brow.

" The lassie's io,a croe!," ho replied, *' Is't such a grand tiling to mujk' ao outcry about, that a man placead in ni) situation should gi'e a bit dennet (o an English' fox -hunter that's come donn a' the way to hunt wi' the Duke-whal'll im delightful ¿boot it? eh'/"

" Oh, ,he'll tell mo all .about his Jiorses; that beautiful black creature "with <the -g'losay maue-a Tai tar of the Ukraine broed." '

, " N,a, na," said Mr. Pearie, who had »ot aludiod Mazeppa so deeply as Oocker, ?*' it seems a doncp quiet bit ¿east, an'vei-y clean hi the skin. Chair lie, Palieson's the, lad tor a Tartar. Yon was a real aue that cam* frno lim- ero*- but in my een it's a templin' o' ¿Providence lo liac ony tiling but a blind jiowney that's a woo ^hort o' the wind- sor when they're blind they canna see tiny thing to shy at, and if they're a wee »asthmatic they canna rin very far, and that's the reason I'll bae nae ithor horse 4ml Dapplp-nor you cither, Mary ; so -»ay nae mair, say nao mair."

"*' But do you know any thing of this -^gcutleman, his name, or whether ho

-would like.lo be called upon ?" enquired áthe young lady, ,

" Hi>j name's no of sae much conse- nti on co when I a*k lum (0 his denuor, -as if I was asking him to pit it on the .îiaok of a bill-nnd as to iikin'to be called on, yo'll remember, Miss, that's 'it's me that's going to Jo't--me, the ¿representative o' the firm, and indeed

Jierd o' the"

" Oh yei, I know all that," inter jupted the young lady; " 1 only wish you could a«k his horses along with

4nm- such noblo steeds.

' At the Baron De Mowbray'« gat« Was seen,

A page with a courser black ,

U hore'rame cut a Knight of noble mien,

And lie leapt on the courser's back ;

'Jin oyes were bright, and Ins heart Wai light,

Ha sarfy (Ins merry lay

Oh merrily ives a fair young knight.

He lo\es and he rides away.' "

" Does ho so ?" murmured Mr. Toa Tic, as ho gazed at the door (brough which his sola ti le ward had disappeared, while her voice was still audible, going «11 willi the ballad-" then bymycertie the sooner he rides away the better-I ivondor if tlib is some lover o' the las sie-if it is, and they've kept me in the «lark, they'll find to their cost what it is to offend the heed o' the boose. Tho gipsy I I maun tell Charles o' nry sus- picions, but in the mean time'I'll hao the chap to his denner."

"While this great resolto was agita- ting the bosom of Mr. Peario, and while the harp was thiiUing beneath the touch of Mary Peat, who still sang the b ii I ad

. of the 'Fair Young Knight, Charles!

.Patieson glided into the room, looking 1B0 pale and miserable, that the fair per former suddenly broke oil* in the middle of a stanza, and asked if he had seen a ghost ?

" I think I have. Mary," ho replied,

^trying to Annie.

" What was it like?-what Was it of - a bleeding nun-a murdered man oh, what-wasit? do tell."

" The Past, the buried Past! it

ituunts me still."

" Poor fellow," said Mary, turning

mer her music in som cb ot another -song, " you must be terribly ill since you have taken to quoting pootry. How are stocks to-day, Charles ; are the funds ¿looking up?"

" Three aud a half," mechanically answered the lover, "aro same as yes ier- ; but pshaw I hang the funds, lias Mr. Peario told you his intention .about this hunting stranger ?''

" Oh yes.,,he is to be asked to dinner -we shall got great friends, I hope .pleasant acquisition in this dull place,

won't it?"

" Oh very," replied Charles, in atone «f voice that ti id not quite accord with the sentiment. *' Ile is an offioer."

"Dear me! how charming !" inter- rupted Mary; "and his name, dear Charlen, have you found out his name?"

" Slasher, be is home on his three years leave from India."

" Oh «that a.nice neighbour he will ho; what delightful stones he'll tell us .if (Drinans, and of Ind, Delhi, Hussorah, Damascus I Tho very names are en «hnnting as fairv tales ; what day is he

to be asked on ?"

*. On Thursday," said Charles ; " 1 am surprired Mr. Peario runs such a


" Bisk, Charles! he isn't going to ride hunting willi him,is he?"

" Perhaps he is," replied the young mnn, shaking his head mysteriously, " and may find that he is thrown out."

.. Thrown oh", yon mean, if you mean any thing," said Mary ; " but what do you m eau !"

.* A rival," replied Charles, boldly, " a rival, Mary, in his own designs, though I conclude he feels'pretty sure of what ho is doing before he has taken Mich a step."

" His designs? You amaze me, Charles. What designs? Whatrrival?"

" Oh! I can't pretend to'offer you information on points you must be no much better acquainted with youself. However, it would have been better to have consulted me before jour going so far. You will remember you are my father's representative, Charles is one of your guardians."

A variety of colours passed over the beautiful brow and cheeks of Mary Peat, among which a bright scarlet soon gained the mastery, for her countenance was somewhat like a stormy sunset as .he answered.

" Who has dared to say this? Has Peter Pearie, banker and bachelor, heed o' the boose, and fifty seven years of age? ''Pon my word, Charles, Citarles, didnYyon' know Mr. Dawson


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