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John Hewlet, now master of a boarding-school at Shacklewel near Hackney, whom I shall have occasion to mention hereafter. I have already said that Fanny's health had been materially injured by her incessant labours for the maintenance of her family. She had also suffered a disappointment, which preyed upon her mind.
"I hardly think so," Brent reassured him. "It just happens that I've placed him in a most superstitious dread of me through a little encounter we had because of an attempt Tom Hewlet made to blackmail me. Though I mention this in confidence, sir." "Blackmail! Why, Brent, what does this mean? I feel as though I were dreaming!"
The heavy frame of Tom Hewlet came on, and no other word was spoken until he stopped three feet away. Swaying slightly, and looking into Brent's face with a simpering leer, in an undertone he said: "Come over some evenin' next week." "What for?" "I might say it's 'cause you're so purty to look at," he guffawed at this bit of humor. "But, fact is, it's on fam'ly matters."
"But I ain't no moh," Hewlet turned his back and began anew to weep. "Don't do nuthin' to me!" Brent motioned the Colonel to let him speak. "Tom," he said, "Mister Dulany and I have been looking for you, to buy your farm, so you can move to Missouri where your brother is." He paused so Tom could grasp this. "You don't have to sell, and we won't force you against your will." He paused again.
"In this particular case, perhaps," he agreed, for it just so happened that he, too, now was thinking of Dale. "Yet old Tom Hewlet has a lot of dogs which fawn all over him!" "That's so," she acquiesced, and both again fell silent.
You can't guess the peace there's been at home this last month, Miss Jane!" "I think I can," she murmured. "Nancy, suppose you were to work hard on those sums, and be more careful in the way you speak, and the school should grow enough for you to be my assistant, and Mr. McElroy should run his railroad through your house where would Tom Hewlet and his wife go? Would they stay around here?"
On hearing this Hewlet ran in with his sword drawn, and therewith cut off the train the moment before it would have given fire to all the barrels of powder that were within, by which he saved the lives of all the pioneers who were carrying the mines still forward at the time the wild fire was unseasonably lighted by the engineer.
"I see what you mean," she said, "but I don't agree. I do know why I care for people, and I think I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them. Now I think you must be rather splendid; but not Mr. Hirst." Hewlet shook his head. "He's not nearly so unselfish, or so sympathetic, or so big, or so understanding," Evelyn continued. Hewet sat silent, smoking his cigarette.
John Hewlet was born in Warwickshire, the son of Richard Hewlet, a butcher, and though not bred up with his father, he was yet bred to the same employment at Leicester, from which, malicious people said he acquired a bloody and barbarous disposition.
"Well, old Hod Fugit can't; an' there's Willis I forget his name, but down at the mill, you know! I don't think the sheriff can, either." "Can your father I mean Tom Hewlet?" "Well, he sort of pokes along at it, but it ain't just what you'd call readin'. Sometimes, when he's right drunk, he gets a piece of old newspaper an' moves his mouth around.
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