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A VERY WOMAN.

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A VERY WOMAN. By PHCEBE ALLEN, Author of Old Iniquity," From Life," Wanted a Camei," &c. It was quite clear that something had gone wrong with my cODsin Hephzibah. I saw it at a glance as I entered her morning room, where I always found her day after day in the same straightbacked elbow chair, with he tortoise-shell cat at her feet and the low :law table beside her. on which lay book and gold-rimmed spectacles, to be taken up !n turn and when the knitting (with which the was always busy) should be laid aside. But this morning the knitting was neglected, lId her little black-mittened hands were folded over a letter which lay on her knees, whilst I could see by the heightened colour in her usually pale face, and the peculiar twitching of her mouth, that the contents of that letter had seriously affected my aged relative. Good morning, cousin I said. 44 Have you had any news of Maud to-day 1" Indeed I have," she answered, and really I begin to think that it is time I went out of the world. There I can't conceive what tha women of the present day sre coming That sounds as if Maud bad written something startling," I said. And so she has," was the indignant yetort. Upon my word. Rose, it seems as if She young women of the period will never know where to stop in their imita- tion of men and men's ways. There's Maud writes me word that her husband— more shame for him—has bought a revolver lor her, and is teaching her how to use it, Jo that in the event of a burglar alarm she might have the means of defence in her pockeb. Defence, indeed! She's much more likely to blow out her own brains or her husband's (if he has any, that's to say, which I take the liberty of doubting) than m hnd any other use for her revolver. ear. dear, when I think what my grand- mother would have said of such doings Hut Maud docs live in rather a lonely place." you know, I ventured to observe. A lonely place Fiddlesticks and blue jum!" ejaculated my cousin (I always wonder why she is so fond of invoking that -;ticky substance). Why, you should see the lonely places folk used to live In when 1 was young, miles away from town or village and cut off from ..11 easy communication with their fellow- 'jrcatares. L'm sure. wheu I remember where my great Aunt l'enelope lived and died, 't seems as if it were a different world altogether. That was a lonely spot, tf you like, hub shø never dreamt of handling .^svolvers. No," and my cousin drew up iter long neck and gave a little toss of her head, 44 uo. she. would have thought it beneath her dignity to come to blows with i burglar!" "Oh } I suppose so, said I; U she would have fainted away (no, 'swooned' was the right idiom, wasn't ifc 7) at the bare Nght of a housebreaker and would have oeeded burnt feathers and hartshorn to bring her round, whilst the burglar and all her valuables would have disappeared together. Well, the idea of a revolver may be ?. very shocking one to you, cousin Hephzibah, but I'm glad T didn't live in Shose days when women were content to apend all their lives over wool work and painting on cbickon's skins, and writing stilted epistles after the style of 'The Model Letter Writer. jj/m so that's your notion of all that women could cto in the last century," said tousin Hephzibah grimly. Well, wait a bit, and I will teU you a story of my aunt Penelope's courage, a story which you would ind it hard to cap in these days. 14 It happened towards the end of the last century. In those days people didn't put things into print and get accounts of them. selves and their doings sold tho price of a penny through the length and breadth of the land. And I suspect I am the only person living now who ever heard the story from the lips of an eye witness, for my aunt teldom spoke of it, and Nannie, her faithful maid. from whom I heard it in my early childhood, has long since been gathered to aer rest. 44 Aunt Penelope Decies never married, and at the time of which I speak she lived by herself in a pretty but extremely lonely cottage at the end of a long, narrow, wind- ing lane off from the high road between London and Hastings. Her household con- sisted of Nannie, her confidential waiting woman, who, like her mistress, was now npwards of 60 David, her reliable factotum, growing greyheaded also, but some dozen Sears youner than his fellow-servant and Jim, the odd boy, who divided his time between the garden and the stable, where he helped David to groom Aunt Penelope's beloved Snowflake, a splendid white horse, upon which she rode forth on Sundays and state occasions, pillion fashion, with the trusty David in front. A high oak paling ran round the whole of my aunt's modest estate, which with its garden and small paddock and bit of orchard ground covered something over three acres, and it was David's business to lock up the garden gate and take a good look round all the outside premises the last thing every night before withdrawing to his own sleep- ing apartment, which was over the stable. Aunt Penelope and Nannie took care to see that the inside of the house was duly leCured, visiting each lock and bolt carefully and adjusting inside bells on all the window shutters. Once and again they had been alanned-chiefly in the hopping season— by the sound of stealthy footsteps on the } gravel path, and twice the orchard had been robbed, and once a couple of fatting fowls had been stolen, but no one had ever attempted to break into the house actually, though why they did not (considering, as Aunt Penelope admitted herself, that they might all have been murdered in their beds and no one would have been a bit the wiser) was a fertile source of wonder to many. Ivy Cottage, as it was called, was absolutely lonely and remote from all other habita. tions—why, the nearest village was five miles off, so that the pilgrimage to church was indeed a Sabbath day's journey, and one not to be lightly taken in hand if the weather was threatening or the roads likely to be flooded. But if anyone suggested to Aunt Pene- lope the advisability of a change to a more frequented locality, seeing that. with the exception of Jim (who was as deaf as a post, by the way), they were all getting on in years, the old lady became so indignant that lJbe same person never made the same suggestion twice. Lonely, indeed and in want of protection, forsooth What better wotector could she have than her devoted Nannie and her good faithful David, and .Jock, the house dog, who barked so furiously at the slightest sound that David declared he was better far than the alarm-bell, which was suspended outside the house and fur- nished with two long pulls, one of which hung immediately over my aunt's bed and the other over Nannie's.' One night, in the late autumn, the little household had withdrawn to bed as usual. It was wild, blustering weather, the wind vising and falling in loud sobbing fits, driving heavy scuds of rain before it and rattling windows mercilessly. 4 It was Indeed a blessed thing to have a roof over one's head,' Aunt Penelope had said to herself as she lay down in her heavily curtained four-post bed, and with this very suitable reflection her eyes closed and she wandered into dreamland. She must have been asleep for two hours, when she was suddenly startled by an unusual sound outside her door as though some one were moving about in the passage. Could it be Nannie 1 She sat up in bed and listened. No those footsteps—if footsteps they were —were certainly not Nannie's, for in the stillness of the night she could hear that worthy old serving-maid snoring loudly in the room adjoining her own. 44 4 It must have been fancy,' she said at length, 4 if any stranger were about Jock would certainly have deafened them with his rking" Therewith she laid down again. A minute later, however, there came a°low grating sound as of some one trying to force back the lock of the door, and Aunt Penelope sat upright again. There was no mistako about ib this time, something was moving and at work somewhere. Yet still .10w to take alarm she was persuading herself that it was probably a mouse in the wainscot, when the door opened very gradually, admitting first a slender thread of fight as from a carefully-shaded latern, and then a tall, dark figure, treading warily in stocking feet. In a moment the old lady's hand was on the alarm bell-rope, but at the first tonch it fell from the wall cn to the bed beside her. The cord had evidently been cut through. I vVho are you, and what do you want ? Aunt Penelope then asked in a firm, loud voice. As she told Nannie later, she was so indignant at any man daring to enter her bedroom that her wrath at the intrusion quite swallowed up her fears as to its con. sequences. 4i Very slowly the figure turned round, and then a stouter heart than Aunt Penelope's might have quailed at the sight of the crape-covered face which met her view and which proved that that nightly visitant was on evil deeds intent. I have often thought since what a thrilling picture might be made of the little old lady sitting bold upright in that ancient four-post bed in her frilled nightcap and nightdress, sum- moning the closely-masked housebreaker to give an account of himself. 44 4 Who are you 1 she asked again, 4 and what have you come for ? Your keys,' said a low voice. At the sound of it Aunt Penelope's heart stood still. Give up your keys quietly, or ib will be the worse for you.' 44 For a moment the old lady hesitated finally, .however, she drew the keys from under her pillow and handed them silently to this mysterious person. II Then, as rigid and motionless as though she had been modelled in marble, Aunt Penelope still sat upright, watching how her jewel case was opened and emptied, how her private drawers were turned over and ransacked, and lastly how her cash was seized upon. That was probably the last act of this unpleasing drama, thought Aunt Penelope, for now surely the thief must know that he had cleared that room at any rate of all he could lay hands on. 44 And so he had. but before leaving he deposited his lantern and stolen goods, and coming up to the bed,caught Aunt Penelope by the wrists, holding t hem tightly, as if they were in a vice. 4 Swear,' he said, swear that you have never seen me before to your knowledge.' I swear that I have never known you till to-night,' my aunt answered promptly, and as promptly her hands were released and the deeply-veiled figure, picking up the lantern and booty, vanished from the room. 44 In the morning, when Nannie went to call her mistress, she would never have guessed from her calm, collected manner that anything unusual had occurred in the night. Everything was in its place the drawers were all locked up again there was nothing disarranged in the room. Punctually at eight o'clock Aunt Penelope went downstairs as usual, and read prayers to her small household. It was only after- wards that Nannie remembered how her voice quivered a little when she gave thanks for having been safely brought through the perils of the night. 44 But when prayers were over and all had risen from their knees, Aunt Penelope detained her servants for a minute. 44' Was anyone disturbed last night by any unusual sound I she asked. 44' No, madam, I heard nothing,' Nannie hastened to answer. David, wholly intent on rubbing some blemish from the silver buttons on his sleeve, looked down and muttered something quite Unintelligible. 44 Did you, David ? asked my aunt, bending her eye steadily on him. 4 Yes, madam n—no, madam,' he answered that is, I did fancy I heard a strange sort of sound some time in the night, but nothing worth mentioning.' Good,' said aunt Penelope, 4 though no one else seems to have been disturbed, I was at.d that in a way which I consider worth mentioning to Justice Baldwin, too' (he was the nearest magistrate), 4 so you may put the pillion saddle upon Snow- flake at once, David, and as soon as I have partaken of my breakfast we will start forth.' 4 As you please, madam,' said David, leaving the room to obey orders, whilst my aunt proceeded to eat her breakfast as usual, giving various directions to Nannie about the day's arrangements with the utmost composure in voice and manner. Precisely at nine o'clock David brought the horse to the door, where my aunt stood ready to start on her seventeen miles ride, for Justice Baldwin lived at that distance off. The weather is fearfully threatening, madam,' said faithful Nannie; 'and be sure, David, if the rain comes on to remember that the mistress's overcloak is folded up in yonder strap. But David mounted to his place in front of myjaunt and said never a word. Ah broke off cousin Hephzibah, 44 talk of lonely roads nowadays. You should have seen the seventeen miles that Aunt Penelope rode that morning, through long, winding lanes, so nairow and cramped at certain spots that wayfarers were bound to blow a horn to give notice of their approach, be- cause in some places it was quite impossible for two vehicles to pass each other—not that there was often any necessity for doing so. Folks frequently rode and walked for miles in that country without meeting a soul, and this was the case with Aunt Penelope on that cloudy November day of which I tell you. Save for one itinerant hawker with a basket of crockery on his head, and a hand- ful of children rifling the hedges for belated blackberries, not a living creature crossed her path from the time she left her own house till the moment she drew up at Justice Baldwin's door." The sight of Snowflake and her mistress alwas commanded immediate attention in the neighbourhood, and tn one minute the grey-headed butler had hastened out to learn Miss Decies' business. 4 Be good enough to ask your master to step here,' said Aunt Penelope, still seated on her pillion, whilst David, having 'dis- mounted, stood at the horse's head. Mr Justice Baldwin,' she continued, as that gentleman appeared in the doorway, bowing low, 41 have come to acquaint you, as magistrate of the law, that last night my house was broken into, my sleeping-room forcibly entered, and my cash box with other valuables carried off. 44 'Indeed, indeed, my dear madam,' cried Mr Baldwin, much perturbed.. Were' the offenders suffered to escape unchecked, or have you obtained some clue to them 1 Could you say with certainty how many there were V •4 4 There was but one,' said my aunt. speaking very firmly and distinctly, 4 and that one,' she continued, with outstretched hand, 4 stands there. David Upton, I here and now discharge you from my service, and——' 'I arreet yoo in the name of the law,' said Justice Baldwin, stepping forward. 4 John and Nicholas,' he added, turning to two of his men, 4 lead this fellow off to the justice-roonj, and lt Adam keep a strict eye on him. "Then whilst the unhappy David was led away, Mr Baldwin turned to my aunt. 4 My dear madam,' he said. 4 is it conceivable that you could have ridden all these lonely miles in sole company with that villain V 4 Some one had to bring him within reach of the arm of the law, sir,' she answered, 4 and for that purpose I judged myself the fittest person. Having accom- plished my task, I will now with your leave bid you good morning,' and already she had turned her horse's head homewards. 4 But, good heavens, my dear lady, you don't propose to travel back alone I' said Mr Baldwin. 44 4 But my aunt laughed a little scornful laugh. 4 Pray, sir,' she said, 4 do you imagine that the Providence who brought me here in safety in company with yon poor villain, will take less care of me now I am rid of him. I trow not.' 44 Therewith she rode slowly homewards, heavy at heart no doubt, and pondering sadly on the possible solution of David's defection. 4 Why ever he should have been tempted to do it,' old Nannie would often say, 4 I've never been able to guess from that day to this neither, as far as I know, has my mistress though after that November morning she never spoke of David again, 'twas as if she couldn't bring his name over her lipa for any sake.' "But from that day forward Aunt Peuelope never rode out on Snowflake again, her riding-pelisse hung unworn on her wardrobe peg, and the moths made sad havoc of her pillion saddle. And what became of David 1»' said I. Died in prison, as far as I know, for in those days women did not take the law into their own hands, either to blow out burglars' brains or to molest the administrators of justice with importunities to remit justly. earned sentences. When it was once suggested to Aunt Penelope that she should intercede for {fevid'p release, her auawer was brief and characteristic. I No, having escaped with my own life from his clutches, I see no reason for affording him the opportunity for endangering somebody else.' 44 Well, certainly she was a strong- minded woman," I said. 44 She was a woman of character, my dear, said cousin Hephzibah, of that character which shows itself to be free and above circumstances. Without for one moment over-stepping the bounds of what was womanly,she was a heroine out and out. Pray, how many women of to-day, with their noisy clamour for their rights and revolvers and what not, would have had the solid courage to act as she did first of all in the moment of aciual danger, and then, after such a night, to rise up calmly, go through the regular routine of prayers and breakfast, kixowing what was before her, and then, during a lonely ride of seventeen miles,. deliberately place herself at the mercy of the man who, but a few hours before, had been ready to take her life, if he deemed it need- ful to his purpose ? Only conceive, too, how perfectly mistress of herself she must have been to have aroused no suspicion in the man as to the real object of her expedition. Aye, scoff as you will at the women of the last century, here at any rate was one who could put many a man to shame with her cool courage and unaffected heroism and yet remain withal 4 a very woman. SMALLPOX EPIDEMIC. NEED OF A.N INFECTIOUS HOSPITAL AT PONTYPRIDD. Another case of smallpox is reported from Pontypridd, which it is supposed has been im- ported from the infected city of Gloucester. The patient is Mrs Thomas, the wife of Mr E. Thomas, a boiler inspector, residing at 84, Berw- road, and it is stated that she stayed in Gloucester one night last week whilst on her way home from London. Difficulties arose with regard to her removal to the temporary isolation hospital at the closed Forest Iron Works, at Treforest, where it is reported that no provision has been made for the reception of female patients. A male patient, a collier hailing from Cilfynydd, has been isolated there for the past eight or nine days, and the last case brings the number of cases which have occurred in the urban district during the past few months up to five, one of which, the patient being a tramp, proved fatal. The difficulties which have pre- sented themselves in this case will again bring into prominence the absolute need of erecting a permanent infectious diseases hospital in the district. ANOIHER CASE AT THE MUMBLES. another case of smallpox is reported from Swansea. It is supposed to have been contracted at the Swansea Docks. The patient has been removed to the Swansea Isolation Hospital. It is stuated that before the case ab the Mumbles Lighthouse was contracted a basket of flowers was received from Gloucester.

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