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Updated: July 23, 2025
Tickels, you are again a candidate for Congress," remarked Mr. Goldworthy, during a pause in the conversation. "I again have that distinguished honor," was the pompous reply. "My party stands in great need of my services and influence in the House at the present crisis."
"Listen to me, old man: you are right I am a villain nay, more; I glory in the title. Am I not candid with you? and yet you, yourself, will be as anxious as I can be, to keep the world ignorant of the fact that I am a villain, for will the aristocratic Mr. Goldworthy consent that the public shall know that his beautiful daughter Alice is married to a branded criminal?
Goldworthy, no longer able to contain his indignation at the cool effrontery of the Chevalier "I have bandied words with you too long already; you see this pistol? you are unarmed; I give you five minutes to dress yourself and leave the house; if you are not gone at the end of that time, I swear by the living God to shoot you through the head."
Goldworthy and Miss Alice. Mr. Tickels himself started and turned pale on beholding the maid whom he had attempted to dishonor under circumstances of such peculiar atrocity; however, he quickly recovered himself, and bowed low as Mr. Goldworthy presented her to him, saying "Mr. Tickels, this is Miss Aubrey, the young lady whom I spoke to you about, as having recently come to reside with me.
"I allude, of course, to your approaching marriage with Miss Alice Goldworthy." The Chevalier's brow darkened, and his handsome features assumed an expression of uneasiness. "That," said he, "is the only business in which I ever faltered.
John Gay, descended from an old family that had been long in possession of the manor of Goldworthy, in Devonshire, was born in 1688, at or near Barnstaple, where he was educated by Mr. Luck, who taught the school of that town with good reputation, and, a little before he retired from it, published a volume of Latin and English verses. Under such a master he was likely to form a taste for poetry.
Tickels with as much composure and politeness as though nothing had ever happened to disturb the harmony of their friendship. Mr. Goldworthy himself was present, and also a nephew of his a handsome youth of nineteen, named Clarence Argyle; he was studying the profession of medicine at a Southern University, and was on a visit at his uncle's house.
These last words were pronounced with a calmness that left no doubt of their sincerity on the mind of the Chevalier. Villain as he was, he was brave even to desperation; yet he had no particular wish to be hurried into eternity so unceremoniously. He therefore commenced dressing himself, while Mr. Goldworthy stood with the pistol cocked and pointed at his head with a deadly aim.
Goldworthy, with a countenance full of astonishment and alarm, announced to his guests that he had, during the evening, lost from his pocket a package of bank-notes and valuable papers, amounting to some thousands of dollars, which he had procured for investment the following day in an extensive mercantile speculation for although retired from active business, he still frequently ventured large sums in operations which were generally successful.
Not long had he been standing upon the steps of the Tremont House, when he was accosted by an elderly gentleman of a portly appearance, whom he cordially greeted with every token of familiar friendship. The portly old gentleman was the Honorable Timothy Tickels; he and the Chevalier had long been intimate friends, having frequently met at the house of Mr. Goldworthy.
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