|Newspaper Title||Clarence and Richmond Examiner and New England Advertiser (Grafton, NSW : 1859 - 1889)|
|Trove Title||John Brown and His Dog Faithful|
HIS X30C3- FAITHFUIJ
mar. a. w. louu,
LAWRENCE, CLARENCE RIVER, N. 8. W.
Lat Mi take a look at Lyndhurst Handslip u he sits orow-loggel on a low, c.isy chuir, with au unlightod oigar s»ump between his pearly, white th/dr tojth, tocking up at the oeiliug rn» it in deep thought. y. ,
His cogitations were of docp villainy, and hot the medications of the king warrior Hubert llruue, us he watched thu working of tile spider and drew vuiuuble lessons thorotrom. ,
" I urn sick of this one-horse existence, Lyndhurst ejaculated, *u kind of trcud-inlll lifo-tita irwin. Yes, 1 must uiiike the most of it-temjiiit /nyit, Hoinvthing muir be done Co further my project. Bather good of old Pandora's relict that idea of hers, when she sought a private interview of ' me ia my otfiuo. Ha, ha, lin, to tull me I walked lu my sleep. How her shrivelled apple wi/.ieu fuco puckered up when I informed her she was mistaken-that X wus no somnambulist, that 1 hod no recollection of the evening shu mentioned. The fuol then took out of her reticle or roticule. three books on somnambulism; and said she had purchased ten other works by différ- ent uuthors on thu same subject. Would I read them 7 She hod written to Engluud for more, and had consulted »ix doctors on the same subject. Tho old crone is tlc for tho stocks, or Iledlam. How eloquently she expatiated on the subject of Art mirmvrs, cosey suppers, shirt buttons. A nod is as grad as u wink to a blind horse. Of course, I could not seo it. Mo, no, widow 1'andora, you don't tether me to your apron strings by the hymeneal altar. : No running in doublo harness for me, non lihrt. I am glad Miss B-has insured her house heavily in tho Scottish Imperial Fire Insurance Company ¡ > d.ui't wish her to surfer loss through that hell of a girl. The breeze is Une to-night for the work-thu baromo tor indicates moro wind. Good for you ¿Eolus, to aid me. Thou three goddesses of vengenco-Alooto, Megara, and Sisiphone, throw in your power ; then Vulcan will have done his work ero Aurora kisses the eastern hills. Go, Iris, and summon the gods to my aid. Yes, it is Sunday ovenlng 1 What of that ; all will bu at ehuroh. Farewell, escritoire. Enough of words, lot ma proceed to deeds. AWemiilim non hallet hyem," ... ? -
With this last ejaculation, Lyndhurst threw away thd stump of the unlighted cigar, and went out, mutiled up to tho eyes. . ,
' His'steps were directed to Montague Academy.'
i As'Lyndhurst hastened along the almost deserted streets, tho most of the city folks having entered tho different piucos of worship-some to count their heads, recite their prayers; othors to play tho Pharlsoo in soinu conspicuous, prominent place lu God's sanotuury ; some smiting on their breast, as tho tax-gatherer of old, mumming in deep, earnest language, "God bo merciful to me a sinner;" a widow praying for her fatherless ohlldrou, or a way- ward son ; an only sister calling upon the Father of Morolos to shield bur sailor brother during thu storm at sea ; a Magdalene, bent with broken heart, at tho foot of tho oross of Christ, Biting, entreating for pardon of tho past, mid graco and strength for the future ; a little bright-eyed girl, unknown, unrecog- nised, unheard, unseen by any of tho oushiuned powod or odtentatou ly 'decked, but known, recog- nised, hen fit, soon by God, sighing weeping out her prayers, sho having that very ' day by a fatal epidemic lost her mother /md father, leaving hor alono, uncared for on earth, but watohod and guarded ty tho Groat and Holy Being-£vrn. On earth, tho freozing blast of death und loneliness ; iu heavon, a flume ot' fire of lovo, thut tho young orphan felt, os she knelt r.n tho bare, hard tloor of tho templo
As Lyndhurst Handslip, thu barristor, the educated mau. the son of (lood awl pious parents, the only brother of un upright merchant, tho uncle of a noble girl-our Hobo-as ha hastonod along, with craft and cunning rnging in his heart-hastened along by ways ot unfroquontod thoroughfares, bent on his diabolioal work, his incendiary mission, as if ho woro a door keoper of boll, or mephistopheles himself-ho, Lynd- hurst of Infernal mako, yet in human garb, mutter- ing as he hied along :
" At nine o'clock I am duo at tho conversazione at
Madamo Du Stael's ; but I will bo able to manago it. All U prepared-apply the match,' roturn, chango dress, tako part in tho conversazione ns tho work is going on. I will build my futuro case and comfort on tho ashes of this night'B work. í'iigit hora.
' With these last words, Lyndhurst at oiico qnlok . coed lu's paco, replying to tho voice of tho inner master of the inner man-his con*oionco-that would toll him of his guilt.
, Ho triod to giro that voioo a soporific by these
words : -
' " Why should not I have onough to live on / It would have como to mo, if this chit of a girl had not been born. She can woll do without it, for John Brown will see she docs not want. Ho will próvido for his protégé. Why should I be tho protomartyr
in this matter ?"
Lyndhurst's reasoning ran much lu tho same groove «a Jndas Iscariot, who tried to quieten conscionoo as ho hastened along from the upper oliambor to receive
the £3 15s-tho price of a slave-for his betrayal of ,
Ju las tried to hush the pricking of conscience by Baying :
..' Ile would deliver Himself, yea, hasten to doliver Himself the King of Israel, and at onco set up His Kingdom-crush tho Roman power, making Jeru- salem and its people tho centre-acme of all nations."
' His (Judas) act qulekonod tho consummation of Christ's aim. Wo too often labour to ohont ourselves in muoh the sama manner, so as to lend the will of omnipotonco to our own carnal designs.
' Satan is a liar, so aro' we too frequently, when we reply to consoienco by subterfuges. Conscience warns us os a friend beforo it punishes us as a judge.
The Ladies' Bemlnary-Montague House-was a spacious wooden building.
On this Sunday ovoning all its inmates wore at church but an Irish girl-a kind of chamber maid, just out of her teens.
Lyndhurst, as ho moved along, like a snake in the grass-along tho fenoo that enclosod the Aoadcmy, Baw this ombroyo flirt speaking and ogling over the front garden railings with hor fast young man.
The barrister, unseen, doubled back and skirted tho side fence till ho roached the back gate, and finding it locked he climbed over ; then, dodging about under the shade of tho trees, he reached the bock door of the bouso, which ho fonnd partly opoh. no mada his way at once to tho kitchen, whoro ho found a bright fire burning. Falling a glowing log close to the sido of tho wall of the kitchen, which was lined with calico and paper, ho poured from a bottle he had brought some spirits of turps on the log of wood the burning end of tho wood resting on the glowing embers, and the other end lapping tho lining of tho kitchen. The flame of the tarps quickly ran along the log.
Immediately this took placo Lyndhurst was gone, and Montague House was enveloped in flames.
Tho arch-fiend Lyndhurst muttered, as ho hied along to his hotel,
" That kitchen Sro served my purpose woll ; muoh better than the other plan I thought of carrying out.
There will be an inquiry-an inquest, but tho burning log will bs tho explanation. The girl will be dismissed for oareletsncss and gadding about, and the verdict of tho jury-accidental fire. Tho insur- ance offloo will bo victimised to n pretty tune. But What care It Yes, I phall be called upon by Miss B , to watch the casa on her bohalf ; so I will make a fow notes out of tho conflagration. Yes, I Wilt watch the case with interest. Sly first duty will be to go over tho bnrnt ruins, and see what damage the fire has done i what property lost. Hebe wilt Buffer, but I care not if the escritoire is reduced to ashes in the flames. Now, I moat away, as soon as I .change a/ faro, for Hádame De Stael's conversazioBe.