Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . t Griff and your father to settle their own af-fairs as they best could. The next time I pass-ed the house you were looking out of the win-dow, and we recognized each other. Of courseI went in, but saw no one but yourself. Youhave never known until now that your fathernever gave his consent to our marriage, andthat it was, in fact, an elopement winked at byboth the parents. I made no attempt to concil-iate them ; and it was then you took up the hab- it of calling me a fool. You were, in fact, tooyoung to understand the reason; and
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . t Griff and your father to settle their own af-fairs as they best could. The next time I pass-ed the house you were looking out of the win-dow, and we recognized each other. Of courseI went in, but saw no one but yourself. Youhave never known until now that your fathernever gave his consent to our marriage, andthat it was, in fact, an elopement winked at byboth the parents. I made no attempt to concil-iate them ; and it was then you took up the hab- it of calling me a fool. You were, in fact, tooyoung to understand the reason; and I form-ed a habit of not explaining to my wife thingsthat I did not think her competent to under-stand. The large blue eyes of the lady had been send-ing out showers of pearls during the latter partof this narrative; and as it was evident at theclose that she wished to say something in privateto my friend, I slipped away without takingleave; but I am sure she did not say, that nightat least, You were always such a fool! LOYEL THE WIDOWER. BY W. M. CHAPTER V. IN WHICH I AM STUNG BY A SERPENT. IE, when I heard Baker call out Bessy Bellen-den, and adjure Jove, he had run forwardand seized Elizabeth by the waist, or offered herother personal indignity, I too should have runforward on my side and engaged him. ThoughI am a stout elderly man, short in stature andin wind, I know I am a match for that ricketylittle Captain on his high-heeled boots. A matchfor him ? I believe Miss Bessy would have beena match for both of us. Her white arm was ashard and polished as ivory. Had she held itstraight pointed against the rush of the dragoon,he would have fallen backward before his in-tended prey: I have no doubt he would. Itwas the hen, in this case, was stronger than thelibertine fox, and au hesoin would have peckedthe little marauding vermins eyes out. Had, Isay, Partlet been weak, and Reynard strong, Iwould have come forward: I certainly would. Had he been a wolf now, insteadof
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