Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 128, vol. III, June 12, 1886Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 128, vol. III, June 12, 1886
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After doing ample justice to the supper, he proceeded to undo a couple
of the bottom buttons of his doublet, and, with a sigh of satisfaction,
drew his chair closer to the fire, and lighting a cigar, settled
himself comfortably for a chat. I, too, lighted a pipe, and with an
affectation of enjoyment I was far from feeling, I sat opposite to him,
and listened to what I have no doubt were very amusing anecdotes, but
which fell unheeded upon ears strained to catch a sneeze or cough or
other ill-timed sound from the closet. All, however, was quite still
there; and after what seemed to me a century of anxious suspense,
the Grand rounds finished his glass, and with profuse thanks for
my hospitality, rebuckled himself into his sword-belt and took his
departure.
It couldn’t have been much more than an hour since he came up-stairs,
and yet to me it seemed ages until the outer door again closed on him
and I heard his muffled footsteps retreating over the soft snow. But
if the time appeared long to me, what must it not have been to the
prisoners caged in the stuffy closet! I found them peeping inquiringly
out from their prison; and when the ‘Coast clear’ was announced, such
a peal of laughter resounded through the old walls as made them ring
again; and there being no fear of further disturbance, we straightway
drank health and safe home to the jolly old Grand rounds; and seating
ourselves at the table with appetites sharpened by the perils we had
passed, we did ample justice to the remainder of the supper, and
proved that ‘all’s well that ends well’ in a most satisfactory manner.
Far into the night, or rather well into the morning, was it before
we parted; and as Harry shook my hand at the stair-foot, he said:
‘Good-night, good-night, or rather morning. We are all much obliged
for the night’s amusement; but between you and me, old man, I don’t
think that I, for one, will ever again join a supper party in the Bank
Guard.’ To which I replied: ‘No; nor will you ever catch me again
giving one.’
I have since often thought, did Major F—— suspect that the closet had
tenants? If he did, he kept it to himself; and though we often met
afterwards, he never made any allusion to that night. He may have
meant to teach me a lesson, or he may not; but if he did, he did it
most kindly, and it has never been forgotten; nor ever since have I
disregarded the resolution, ‘Always stick to orders,’ which I formed
that winter’s night upon the Bank Guard.
TREASURE TROVE.
A STORY IN FOUR CHAPTERS.—CHAP. II.
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