Mrs. Eugenie Brinton.
She talked of going to England in the fall. Of
course he should take care of her; but he could
not stand the present state of things. Mrs. Brinton
was as homely as the devil but a smart woman,
and she�d be mad as thunder, if she suspected
his disclosures about her. She wrote poetry and
sent it to the �Mercury� (N.Y.) and to a Roches-
ter paper. Heylyn showed me one, which he
had just procured, containing a sample. It
was rather above the feminine average � about
the stars, and pietistic. Arrived at the house,
we found its authoress and Mrs. Heylyn.
The first was a young woman, not more than
twenty, certainly not handsome, but not ugly,
as Heylyn�s remark had led me to expect. She
had her hair done in an unusual manner, parted
behind, without knot or ribbon, and brought
forwards in absurd demi-curls. Also she talk-
ed in an affectedly childish manner. Her hus-
band was in the States Prison for forgery; though
she ventilated a transparent flam about his
decease. She showed me his portrait, subse-
quently, representing a �bhoy-�like fellow, of the
�Mose� order, with a glossy hat on, and a mous-
tache, which he wife had added, with a pin.
Mrs. Helylyn seemed unchanged in appearance.
She has black hair, an oval face, a bad,