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"I saw him go in, and he looks thinner and more horrid than ever. I am sure he wants a dollop of blood from somebody." "I shouldn't wonder." "Now there is Mrs. Philpots, you know, sir; she's rather big, and seems most ready to burst always; I shouldn't wonder if the vampyre came to her to-night." "Wouldn't you?" said Mrs.
Philpots scarcely anticipated creating so much confusion, but when they found that the whole place was in an uproar, and that a tumultuous assemblage of persons called aloud for vengeance upon Varney, the vampyre, they made their way home again in no small fright.
Bud Philpots was driver and Bob Paul, afterward United States marshal, was shotgun messenger. There was a large currency shipment some eighty thousand dollars in the express-box. The stage was full inside and one passenger, a Mexican, was riding on top. For some reason or other Bob Paul had taken the reins and Philpots was sitting in his place.
Philpots, and in that case there can be no harm in my calling upon some of my acquaintance and mentioning it likewise." "Why, I don't suppose there would be much harm; only remember, Mrs. Philpots, remember if you please " "Remember what?" "To tell everybody to keep it secret." "Oh, of course I will; and mind you do it likewise." "Most decidedly." The shop was closed, Mr.
As the vehicle came to the top of a hill the robbers showed themselves. The old-timers speak of the conduct of the highwaymen with profane contempt for instead of shooting a horse or two, they opened fire on Bud Philpots, whom they believed from his position to be the messenger. They killed him and the Mexican passenger who was seated behind him.
"I have a good mind," said the boy, "to go to old Philpots, and tell him all about it, that I have." The good mind soon strengthened itself into a fixed resolution, and full of disdain and indignation at the supposed want of faith of the Hungarian nobleman, he paused opposite the saddler's door.
The moment he hid left the saddler's Mrs. Philpots, after using some bitter reproaches to her husband for not at once sacrificing the boy upon the spot for the disrespectful manner in which he had spoken of her, hastily put on her bonnet and shawl, and the saddler, although it was a full hour before the usual time, began putting up the shutters of his shop. "Why, my dear," he said to Mrs.
Hence the thing looked to him like a piece of sheer neglect and contemptuous indifference, which he felt bound to resent. He did not pause long at the door of the saddler's, but, after a few moments, he walked boldly in, and said, "Master Philpots, I have got something extraordinary to tell you, and you may give me what you like for telling you."
Philpots ran off to the Rose and Crown, and Mrs, Philpots, with as much expedition as she could, purposed making the grand tour of all her female acquaintance in the town, just to tell them, as a great secret, that the vampyre, Sir Francis Varney, as he called himself, had taken refuge at the house that was to let down the lane leading to Higgs's farm.
We are on the threshold of the careers of commercial magnates, like the Philpots and the Whittingtons. Even when Edward III. was still on the throne, a London mayor of no special note, John Pyel, could set up in his native Northamptonshire village of Irthlingborough a college and church of remarkable stateliness and dignity.
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