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VOLUME 3. CAMDEN, SOUTH-CAROLINA, APRIL 13, 1852. NUMBER 30.
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THY VOICE 18 NOW SILENT.
Thy voice is now silent, the hearth is now cold
Where thy smile and thy welcome oft met me c
old:
I miss thee and mouin thee, in silence, unseen,
I live on the memory of joys that have been?
lt?i.nnr wooninc nor m^m'rv afford me relief,
Ty-" r o
For my heart is bowed down with the weight c
its grief.
I know that life's trials with thee are all past,
That thy spirit, with angels, is happy at last;
For in dreams of the night, when the world is a
rest,
I list to thee singing the song of the blest;?
But those moments so blissful are broken and brie
For my heart ifr bowed down with the weight c
its grief.
I pass through the world with a cloud on my brow
I .gaze on its scenes?they are cold to me now?
The spirit that gladdened the source of al! mirth
Has faded away, like the sunshine from earth?
.Night-dews, Nature's '.ears, bang on blossom am
leaf,
As though they condoled with the weight of m;
grief.
Pray God, dear departed, again we may meet,
Where humanity's tempests no longer shall beai
Where the soul, like the sunflower that turns fron
the sod,
Its bright eyes forever shall fix upon God?
Where the transports of joy, neither broken no
brief;
'Shall shake from the spirit the weight of all grief.
A Cottager's Lament.?An English laborer
whose child was suddenly killed by the falling o
a beam, wrote the following line?, suggested b;
the melancholy event. They are touching!;
beautiful:
iSweet, laughing child!?the cottage door
Stands free and open now,
"But oh! its sunshine gilds no more
The gladness of tby brow!
Thy merry step hath passed away;
Thy laugliiug sport is hushed for a\e.
Thy mother by the fireside sits,
.And listens for thy-call;
And slowly?slowly, as-she knits,
Her quiet tears downfall:
IHer little hindering thing is gone,
.And undisturbed she may work an!
From the Pictorial Drawing-Room Companion.
THE FORGEDNOTE:
OR, THE SCHEMING MOTHER'S MISTAKE.
BY SYLVAVU8 COBB, JR.
Mrs. Abraham Walpart was most cinphatical
ly a woman of high life, while Mr. Abraham Wal
part was a merchant in middling circumstancewho
had to work most assiduously to keep his wif
at that height of fashim which she had contrive
to assume. Mr. Walpart labored diligently at hi
-business?was honest and upright in his transac
tions, and his pocket was afountain from whenc
flowed a vast deal of money into his family; bu
yet his vote upon domestic affairs amounted to
mere cypher?and should he chance at any tim
to give it, his wife invariably claimed the right i>
veto. Julia was their only child?a girl of nine
teen years ; and something may be known of he
character from the tact that her mother often ox
pressed her deep regret that one so beautiful am
gifted as was her daughter, would not endeavor t<
shine more in fashionable society. Julia Walpar
was one of those beautiful females who are create*
.to adorn the home of peace and joy, but wh
nevertheless, cannot fail to shine with a rich, pur
? . 11?e i .. i;*u
iigni, in any WU1K UL UUUCSb inc.
The lamps had been lighted in Mrs. Walpart
* sltti ug-room, and the lady and her daughter wet
there alone. The former was rocking to and fro i
her huge lolling-chair, evidently suffering und<
? some severe nervous shock, while Julia seemed t
have been weeping, and even now her bosom wi
-heaved by deep sobs of anguish.
""'Now you see, Julia," said Mrs. Walpart, i
she stopped the motion of her chair, " to what
pass you have brought yourself by not listenin
to my advice. When you first began to receiv
' the attentions of that James Albee, I warned yo
against him."
"""How did you warn me against him ?" aske
\ > the feir girl, as she removed her hand from h<
' aching brow and gazed into her mother's faee.
44 How did I do it ? Why, did I not tell yo
that he was nothing but a poor clerk, and that yo
should look higher for a husband ?"
"Yes, you did tell me that, mother; but tht
was no warning against him. That was merel
vour prejudice against his pecuniary affairs."
" Prejudice, child V iterated Mrs. Walpart, e
erating her brow with a sort of haughty assi
ranee. w indeed, it was no such thing. I kne
that he would turn out a swindler."
" 15ut von never hinted such a thing before
ft
said Julia, struggling hard to keep back her risiDg
emotions.
" Perhaps I did uot in so many words," returned
her mother; " but I never thought him any
better than he should be."
Julia Walpart gazed for a moment in her
e mother's iaee and then burst into tears. She had
r loved James Albec with her whole soul; and even
though the charge of forgery hung over his head,
8 yet she could not hear him thus traduced. At
j length she wiped her eyes once more, and with
considerable energy, she said:
w James Albee never committed that forgery
e with which he is charged ! His soul is too pure
,? and noble for that. As well might you tell me
.1 that this flinty topaz grew upon yon oleander!"
t- " You speak foolishly, girl," said Mrs. Walpart,
d with much sarcasm ; " but I trust you will let
l" me hear no more of it. Your father has been
. wrong iu thus allowing you to cultivate the ac,f
quaintance of that Albee ; but I trust this cirwill
lr>nrii him a IpKSilll. Now. Julia.
* I hope you will be wise, and receive the atten!
tions of Mr. Babbington. He is a fine young
gentleman, fashionable in every sense of the word,
and his society cannot fail of pleasing you as
soon as you shall have learned to appreciate him."
u Mother, if you have any feeling forme at all.
do not allude to Mr. Babbington again."
Julia said this with much emphasis, and her
manner, seemed to throw her scheming mother
somewhat aback, but ere she could make a reply
'f one of the servants entered and handed her a
card.
"I declare," said Mrs. Walpart, as she looked
at the card, " Mr. Albert Babbington is at the
t door. Show him up," she said to the servant,
and then turning to her daughter, she continued
; " Now Julia, I must command you. Mr.
I Babbington is my especial friend, and I would
have you treat him with respect, at least, and by
your respect you will soon learn to look upon
him in a still more favorable light."
'> Mrs. Walpart had no opportunity to say
more, nor did Julia have a chance to reply, for
it at that moment Mr. Babbington was ushered
into the room. He was in very truth a " manj
butterfly; with any quantity of hair, dress, jewelry
and perfumery about his precious person;
y and as he roplied to the salutations of Mrs. Walpart;
he did it in that drawling, self-sufficient
tone and style which marks the insufferable egotist.
Julia instinctively shrank from the man
'' to whom her mother would have her turn her
1 love; and though, for the sake of mere good
breeding, she tried to treat him civilly, yet she
found even that a difficult and irksome task,
r Mr. Babbington," said Mrs. Walpart, after
some twenty minuets had been consumed in crit
icisms and strictures upon me cnaraciere 01 v?irious
acquaintances, "have you beard anything
r about the forgery?"
: "Do you allude to the case of that?ah? Ali
bee fellaw?"
f " Yes, sir."
" Aw?well?the fellaw has managed to get
Ix nds. I am sorry for it, for the vulgaw wretch
should be imprisoned. Such fellaws arc really
dangawous to society. It is a wondah that the
villain did not make my purse the object of his
heinous cr'me?not that I should have missed a
few thousands, howevah."
But tell me, Mr. Babbington, who it was that
was so foolish as to bail this forger?"
"Aw?really?have you not heard?"
"No?indeed I have not."
"Well, my dear lady Walpart, you must pardon
him for his folly, for 'port my honaw, I think
he meant it for charity. It was Mr. Walpart."
"Not my husband?"
"Really, Lady Walpart, I must say it was."
"Then, Cod bless him for a good heart!" ejac?Vi0
lruilr nf miticrlw] COIltemnt
UiaiVU * mm, nuuy ?w. ^ A and
anguish that had dwelt upon her handsome
features gave place to an expression of real grati1
tudc.
1- Mr. Albert Babbington flourished his perfus
mod handkerchief with a sort of nervous movee
ment, while Mrs. Walpart looked the picture of
J utter astonishment and chagrin. But she was
s relieved from the necessity of attempting to
smooth over her daughter's indiscretion to her
e visitor, by the sudden appearance of Mr. W'alt
part. The merchant gave a very cold return to
a Mr. Rabbington's "good evening;" -and as he
e saw that his dearly loved daughters face was
0 suffused with the shades of sorrow and inortification,
his temper was not all softened. It did
r not take long for the superfine guest to discover,
that though the mother favored his suit, the
1 father failed to appreciate his good qualities. In
o fact, Mr. Albert Babbington thought Mr. Walt
part was rather more distant than usual, and
J ere long he made an excuse for his departure.
u For several moments after the visitor had gone,
e an unbroken silence j?orvaded the room. The
merchant was removing his boots, Julia seemed
's to be pondering upon what had passed, while
e Mrs. Walpart rocked to and fro in her chair more
n furiously than ever. At length as her husband
:r sat back in his chair, she .asked, in a tone anyo
thing but pleasant:
" W> nlrtoft rIt/1 T Vioof rlnrlitlv ivi'tli rnnrnivl
13 jril. u iu|;au, viiv* x uuui ...v.* .<*
to your bailing that forger ?"
is "I don't know, I'm sure," laconically replied
a the gentleman.
g "You know whether you became bondsman
e for James Albce, do you not ?" sharply jiskcd the
u ladv.
"Ah, now I understand. Yes I did become
d bondsman for the young man."
;r "And don't you know you are making a fool
of yourself, Mr. Walpart ?"
u "Really, my dear wife, you flatter me," returnu
ed the merchant, in a tone of perfect coolness.
"Flatter you, sir ? No, sir. Let me tell you
it that you have acted the pcrfoct fool in this muty
ter. It was not enough that you should, in spite
of all my arguments?"
1- "P-h-e-w! Arguments /" interrupted her liusi
band.
w "Yes, sir?arguments, sir. It was not enough
that you should insist upon his visiting the house,
but now that he has proved himself a villain.
you should still cling to him. You are ruining
our family reputation, sir!"
"In the eyes of Mr. Jiubbington, I suppose,"
quietly remarked Mr. Walpart, with an unusual
degree of sarcasm.
Mr. Babbington is a gentleman, sir, and I
would thank you not to treat his name with disrespect,"
retorted Mrs. Walpart, with a look and
action of offended dignity. "He has a sincere
regard for Julia, and I yet hope that both you
and she will come to a sense of your own interj
ests."
"So we probably shall," replied the merchant;
"but you must excuse me now, for I have some
business to attend to."
As Mr. Walpart spoke he drew liis chair up
to a table, and taking from his pocket a small
bundle of papers, he began to look them over.
His wife knew that further attempt at an expression
of her thoughts would be utterly useless, and
after remaining for a few moments a silent spectator
of her husband's movements, she arose
from her seat and left the room.
On the thext morning, ere Mr. Walpart arrived
at his store, a young man called tosee him,
on/1 oninniY Kic f/-fc
""" ?
James Albee, he was requested to step into the
counting-room, and await the merchant's coining.
James Albee had just entered upon the stage of
manhood, and a single look upon bis open, kindly
smiling counteuance would at once disarm
the unprejudiced mind of all suspicion, and yet
he rested under the charge of forgery ! A check
for five thousand dollars, purporting to have been
signed byTiis employers, Messrs. Folt & Babrook,
had been presented at the bank and cashed over
a month previous, but, as Albee had the principal
management of the business, the firm had
not, until within a week, discovered the fraud. !
As soon as Mr. Folt saw the check he knew it to
be spurious, and after serious consultations with
his partner, suspicion was fastened upon James
Albee. No palpable circumstances showed that
he had made any use of the money, and an examination
was made of his trunks; this proved
nothing, however, and while yet the firm were in
doubt upon the subject, they learned that young
Albee had lately loaned to a friend, who was
about commencing business, four thousand dollars.
This, together with the teller's evidence
that Albee himself had presented the forged
check, was deemed a conclusive evidence, and
J the young man was accordingly arrested. A
bill was found against him, and he was held in
heavy bonds for trial, Mr. Walpart, as the reader
already knows, having recognized himself for the
required amount. There seemed no possible
waj' to clear himself of the fatal charge, and as
be sat now in the merchant's counting-room j
there was a deep shadow of sorrow upon his
manly features, and his heart lay heavy and sad
in his bosom.
At length Mr Walpart arrived. He greeted
young Albee kindly, and having consulted his
watch lie called upon one of his clerks, and giving
him two letters, he bade him leave one of
them at the Canal Bank, and the other at the
store of Folt (t Babrook.
"Cheer up. .Tames," said Mr. Walpart, shortly i
after his clerk had left. "If I am not greatly
mistaken, all will yet come light."
"Have you a clue, then, to the solution of the !
mystery ?" asked James, as he started forward
and laid his hand nervously upon the merchant's
arm, while his eyes danced in a flood of hopeful
light.
"I think I have; but we must wait for a short
time, and I may then be enabled to give you a |
definite answer."
The merchant went al>out arranging some of
his papers, while the youth took up a paper and j
began to run over the morning's news. At the j
end of half an hour the clerk returned, acconi- j
panied by Messrs. Folt Babrook and one of
their salesmen, together with the teller of the
Canal Bank.
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Walpart, as soon as
the morning's salutations had been passe*'. "I
have requested your attendance here in order to
ascertain if we may not clear Mr. Albee from the
charge that rests against him."
"Indeed, sir," said Mr. Folt, with a real frankness,
"no one would be more happy at such a
result than myself; but yet I must say that things
look dark against him."
"Perhaps they do," returned Mr. Walpart,
"but nevertheless we may be able to throw some
light upon them. In the first place, gentlemen,
the circumstance of his having money is clear.
For eight long years he has been saving each
quarter a portion of his salary, and this he has
had invested in various ways, as I can testify,
and even at the present moment I hold some two
thousand dollards of his money. Now, sir," he
continued, turning to the bank teller, "on what
day did you pay that five thousand dollars upon
the forged check ?"
"On the fifteenth of last month."
"Have you examined the book-keeper's accounts
for that day, {is I rcquestcdr'
"Yes sir."
/And what is the result?"
"I have examined tho book-keeper's journal,
and I fear that I may have given in my evidence
at Mr. Albec's examination, with too much reliance
upon my own memory," returned the tel1?''
imnn cvaniination. 1 find that shortly
1C, .... ~ , - after
the bank was opened, I paid to the checks
of Fult <fe Babrook eight thousand dollars; then
before that check of five thousand dollars was
paid, there arc thirty-four entrances upon the
journal, so that the latter must have been some
paid some three hours later than the former, and
at a time, too when there was quite crowd about
my desk. The eight thousand I certainly paid
to Mr. Albee, but I have an impression now that
the other sum was not delivered to him.''
"Mr. Folt," said Mr. VValpart, to that gentleman,
is not that the morning on which yourself
and Mr. Babrook went to Batavia?"
"It is," returned Mr. Folt, "and I drew out
the eight thousand dollars to use in buying up
flour."
"Now. Mr. Russell," continued Mr. Walpart,
addressing the young salesman who had accompanied
Folt <fc Babrook, "do you remember
if Mr. Albee left the store that forenoon after his
employers had gone?'1
"Not until after two o'clock, sir," returned the
young man, with a confident air, "for I remember
that he sent his assistant clerk to deposit
and pay two notes at the bank, because both our
employers had gone, and there was considerable
business going on."
"Now, gentlemen," said Mr. Walpart, rubbing
his hands with considerable satisfaction,
"you sec how easy it is for men to be mistaken.
The bank teller knew that he paid thirteen
thousand dollars on the fifteenth to the checks
of Folt & Babrook, and they knew that they
only drew checks for eight thousand. He also
knetf that he paid money to James Albee, and
those two circumstances, both put together,
look convincing; but you now see that when
thoroughly sifted out they amount to nothing, for
you see that it is impossible that the young
man could have drawn the money, even though
he had forged the chock, and that he did this of
course there is no evidence now that the other
i? iinrrw->f<vl "
A moment Mr Folt stood in deep thought,
with his hand upon his knit brow, and his elbow
resting upon the desk. Then while his countenance
opened to a kind, frank look, he step
ped quicklv forward and seizing the hand of the
suspected clerk, he said:
"James, I know that you are not guilty of
this crime. I have suspected you, for I had
grounds; but what Mr. Walpart has brought,
added to your whole exemplary life, gives back
to you your untarnished honor."
In vain was it that tl e youth attempted to
utter his joy in words. Ilis heart beat too wildly,
and the warm tears rolled in a blinding flood
from his tremblincr eves. He turned to Mr.
Walpart, but even then his words failed him,
though the silent blessing that rested upon his
grateful features was not to be mistaken.
" Mr. Townly," said Mr. Walpart, turning to
the bank teller, as soon as Albec had taken his
seat, "are you engaged this evening?"
" No, sir."
" And you ?" he continued, to Folt & Babrook.
"No, sir," they both replied.
" Then I would deem it an especial favor if
you would sup with me to night at the A
House, and after that accompany me to my own
dwelling, and if I am not mistaken you shall
then have the whole of this matter cleared up."
The gentlemen agreed to the arrangement,
and after Mr. Folt obtained from James an assurance
that he would call upon him during the
day, they separated.
Never, perhaps, did Mrs. Walpart feel more
scandalized than when her husband returned in
the evening, in company with James Albec.
Julia, from motives of delicacy, Mr. Walpart
had requested to remain away from the sittingroom
till he sent for her. The lady was somewhat
surprised, however, when she found that
\fpssrs_ Knit .1- Babrook accoruoanied him: and
when she was introduced to Mr. Towulv, whom
she remembered as having been one of the witnesses
at the examination of young Albee, she
was, to use her own expression, " all struck with
wonder."
Half an hour passed away, during which the
gentlemen kept up a commonplace conversation,
occasionally passing some remark with Mrs. Walpart,
who felt not a little llaltc-rod by the attention
of such rich men as were the two flour merchants.
At the end of that time one of the servants
announced Mr. Albert Babbington. He
was shown into the room, and though lie entered
with his usual air of self-sufficiency, yet when
he became aware of the nature of the company
present, a sudden pallor overspread his features,
and his hand trembled as he received the greeting
grasp of the merchants,
"A very foinc evening, Mistnw Walpart," said
Babbington, as he took a seat, endeavoring the
while to compose himself from the effects of the
strange tremor that had seized him.
" I'crhaps it is," returned Mr. Walpart, as lie
cast upon the puppy a look of ineffable contempt,
and then wheeling his chair about with a decided
movement, lie continued:
" Mr. Babbington, as business Las called these
gentlemen here, you will pardon nie if 1 proceed
at once to its transaction."
" Oh?aw?ah?certainly, sir," returned the
exquisite, striving to smile through his palpable
fears.
"Then,sir," said the merchant, "I will do it
in as few words as possible. On the fifteenth of
hist month a forged check, in the name of Folt
it Babrook, was presented at the teller's desk of
the Canal Bank and cashed. Do you know anything
of the matter?"
"Afc, sir," uttered Babbington, utterly confounded
at the strangeness of the question, but nevertheless
drawing himself up with extreme dignity.
"Really, Mistaw Walpart, you are decidedly
facetious. You will have to ask some one
else that question."
"Then Mr. Babbington, perhaps you will explain
to me where you obtained the four thousand
dollars that you lost in the Jockey Club Room on
the evening of the day to which I have alluded."
Mrs. Walpart by this time came to a pretty
clear understanding of what the business was,
and as, she witnessed the fearful effects of her
husband's last question upon her fiishionable
friend, she found it absolutely necessary to faint.
The husband rang the bell for a servant, and as
lii* wife was beimr conveyed out, he gave diree
tions for the sending up of some one who was
waiting in the hall below.
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Walparf, "there is 110
need that I should keep you longer in the dark.
A few days sines I reeieved from an unknown
source?but from some one who supposed that
the villain was working himself into the good
graces of my family? the information that Mr.
Albert Babbington was a notorious gambler.
and that on the fifteenth of last month he had
lost over four thousand dollars at one sitting.?
At once the idea of this forgery flashed opou me,
and?"
"It's a lie! a base, cowardly lie!" exclaimed the
accused inan, as he started from his,geat.
"Never mind," quietly returned Mr. "Walpart.
"There are some who will help us."
As he spoke, two policemen, followed by a
rakishly dressed youth, entered the room.
"That's the fellow who presented the check !'f
uttered Mr. Townly, as his eyes rested upon the
" So he has already confessed," said Mr. \Valpart,
and thenjtirning to the youth, he continued:
to whom foil delivered the money.',
iifPL ... jujrii i ? i i! vr_ *t
xuat man ae saia, punning tu jix. s\ibert
Babbfeg ,, yfi
"You c&?^tfhim in charge, and I will appear
before the proper tribunal in the morning,"
said Mr. Walpart, addressing the policemen.
Babbington swore terribly, but it availed him
nought, and in a few moments he was in safe
custody, and on his way to the "Tombs."
"It took but a few words for Mr. Walpart to
, explain how, after he had received the anonymous
note, he went to the club room and sifted
the matter out?how he found the youth who
had presented the check, and how he had contrived
to entrap the real scamp without exciting
his suspicions. Both Mr. Folt and Babrook
humbly begged the young clerk's pardon for the
uujust suspicions they had against him, and
they urged him to return to their employ; but
Mr. Walpart informed them that Mr. Albce
was going into business with himself and after
renewed pledges of natural friendship, Messrs.
Folt and Babrook, and Mr. Townly, took their
leave, and as soon as they were gone the old
merchant rang for his daughter.
"There, Julia," said the happy father, as he
took the fair girl's hand, "James stands nobly
clear from every taint of dishonor, and while he
and myself enter into a partnership for business,
you and he may make such arrangements for
your own course as you see fit.,'
As the old man spoke he took the hand of the
youth and placed within it that of his daughter,
and, after he had done so a fervent " Gfod bless
ijou''' fell from his lips.
At that moment the world afforded no
thoughts of sorrow for these young hearts ; but
its they wept for joy upon each other's neck all
was bright as an unclouded heaven about them.
Mr. Albert Babbington was duly convicted of
the forgery, and he is even now laboring within
the walls of the prison in expiation of his crime,
while Mrs. Walpart has resolved henceforth to look
deeper for the true man than upon the mere surface
of fashionable life ; and trust rather more to
her husband's good judgement for the future.
Beautiful Thoughts.
DV BISHOP TAYLOR.
God hasscut some angels into the world, whose
office is to refresh the sorrow of the poor, and to
lighten the eyes of the disconsolate. And what
greater pleasure can we have, than that we should
bring joy to our brother; that the tongue should
be turned with heavenly accents, and mate the
weary soul listen for light and ease; and when he
perceives that there is such a thing in the world
and in the order of things, as comfort and joy,
to begin to break out from the prison of his sorrows
at the dour of sighs and tears, and by little
and little begin to melt into showers and refreshm
;nt. This is glory to thy voice and employment
fit for the brightest angel.
So I have seen the sun kiss the frozen earth
which was bound up with images of death and
the colder breath of the north; and then the
waters beak from their enclosures, and melt v ith
joy, and run in useful channels, and the flies do
rise again from their little graves in walls, and
dance a while in the air to tell that joy is within
and that the great mother of creatures will
open tho stock of her new refreshment, become
useful to mankind, and sing praises to her Redeemer:
so is the heart of ft sorrowful man under
the discourse of wise comfort; he breaks from
despair of the grave and the fetters and chains
of sorrow?he blesses God and lie blesses thee,
and he feels his life returning; for to be miserable
is death but nothing is life but the comforter.
God is pleased with no music below, so much as
the thanksgiving son^s of relieved widows, and
supported orphans, ot rejoicing, comforted and
thankful persons.
Never Sat Die.?If you can't succeed at one
busiucss, try another. If you fail as a cobler,
enter yourself as a member of Congress. In
short, do anything but 'take to despair. When
Monsieur Jollic presented his picture of "Moses
Crossing the Red Sea," the Curato of the Loure
threatened to kick it out of doors. Did that
dishearten him? Not at all. lie went home,
; n littlo chrome vellow to it. cave it a new
I name, "Cicsar Crossing the Rubicon," and sold
it in less than a month to the same Curate for
ten thousand francs. Tlore we see the advantages
of "never giving up." Had Monsieur Jollie
been like most men, the insult Gallery," would
have resulted in a shilling's worth of prussic acidBut
he wasn't like most men; the consequences
is, he lias hecome a lion of the first magnitude.
When similarly situated then go and do likewise.
Impeachment ok Arista.?It has been proposed
in the Mexican Congress to impeach President
Arista, for instigating a Capt, Buenarbad
to thrash one of the members, Senor Villanuev?,
who had made a speech in the Chamber of Deputies,
violently censuring the conduct of the President.
Capt. B. it appears, exhibited a paper
from Arista, authorizing him to haul Senor V.
over the coals, for his speech; and Arista, it is
said, stood in a balcony at the time, apparently
a delighted spectator of the combat.
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"Did your fall hurt you, Pat ?" " Not in the
least, honey; 'twas stopping so quick that hurt
me."