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The Daily Dispatch: February 8, 1861., [Electronic resource], The National crisis. (search)
nd my little Carrie has quite set her heart upon seeing Heidelberg. Perhaps, Mr. Blount, we may be fellow-travelers a little longer." Carrie stole a rapid glancsubject with an admirable imitation of perfect indifference. "Oh, by-the-way, Mr. Blount, I have something quite extraordinary to tell you! When papa went with Dr. Ging in his own immense mental relief to take cheerful views on all subjects. "Mr. Blount is much interested in all scientific matters, I know, and wants to talk some daughter whirled away. The interview between the benevolent doctor and Fred Blount was a long and a painful one. In after-years, Dr. G--'s eyes would moisten r received a few hurried, blotted lines; unforeseen circumstances had decided Mr. Blount to an immediate return to England. There was a temporary sadness in the pretd thrown herself more unreservedly upon his love. But one thing is certain; Fred Blount, as she foresaw, was not destined to succeed in the profession he had hastil
The Daily Dispatch: February 6, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
the occasion, and responded to it with the utmost sympathy. For Fred Blount, with his handsome face and courteous manners, was a favorite wi the property of a retired ironmonger of the name of Jobson — old Mr. Blount, Fred's father, having, with his son's consent, cut off the entaity to ignore and discountenance as much as possible. Meanwhile, Fred Blount had to fight his way on in the world as well as he could. It waeconciled to his new mode of life. Once or twice a year, young Blount was in the habit of visiting Pyneton, and renewing his acquaintance father mention his name, and it had been strongly surmised that Fred Blount would prove his heir. But what would he do now? No doubt this as foreigner. Had it not oozed out, too, that she was older than Mr. Blount? At least this was thought highly probable, and who could say wh and it was in the course of one of these that she had first met Fred Blount. A week spent together in a country house in the sweet summer s
The Daily Dispatch: February 7, 1861., [Electronic resource], Old Fraud Revived. (search)
w radiance on the broad river, and then they reluctantly returned from a walk that had seemed short to both of them. It was not till he found himself alone in his own room that the habitual look of sadness re-settled upon the fine features of Fred Blount; but once there, he walked up and down moodily enough, and then suddenly stopping unlocked his dressing-case, and took from a secret drawer a letter and a long coil of very fair hair. The letter looked worn and tattered at the edges with freqe fair Carrie's dreams there floated the brightest visions her young heart had ever known; and Sir George Trevor, whose rest was broken by the anticipation of the decisive visit of the morrow, pleasantly diverted his mind by reflecting that young Blount really did seem a good deal taken with his little Carrie. Old Barlow's scaped race had died, Sir George knew, within the last year; this favorite nephew was pretty sure to be his heir; and Barlow was said to be very shaky. And though, in the me