Wicked Captain Walshawe, of Wauling E-Book

Sheridan Le Fanu

• Herausgeber: Zenith Evergreen Literary Co.
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 24

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

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Table of Contents

Wicked Captain Walshawe, Of Wauling

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Chapter 1 Peg O'Neill Pays the Captain's Debts

Chapter 2 The Blessed Candle

Chapter 3 My Uncle Watson Visits Wauling

Chapter 4 In the Parlour

Chapter 5 The Bed-Chamber

Chapter 6 The Extinguisher Is Lifted

Chapter 7 The Visitation Culminates

Chapter 8 Conclusion

Wicked Captain Walshawe, Of Wauling

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Published: 1869Categorie(s): Fiction, Occult & Supernatural, Supernatural Creatures, Ghost, Horror, Short Stories

Chapter1 Peg O'Neill Pays the Captain's Debts

A very odd thing happened to my uncle, Mr. Watson, of Haddlestone; and to enable you to understand it, I must begin at the beginning.

In the year 1822, Mr. James Walshawe, more commonly known as Captain Walshawe, died at the age of eighty-one years. The Captain in his early days, and so long as health and strength permitted, was a scamp of the active, intriguing sort; and spent his days and nights in sowing his wild oats, of which he seemed to have an inexhaustible stock. The harvest of this tillage was plentifully interspersed with thorns, nettles, and thistles, which stung the husbandman unpleasantly, and did not enrich him.

Captain Walshawe was very well known in the neighborhood of Wauling, and very generally avoided there. A "captain" by courtesy, for he had never reached that rank in the army list. He had quitted the service in 1766, at the age of twenty-five; immediately previous to which period his debts had grown so troublesome, that he was induced to extricate himself by running away with and marrying an heiress.

Though not so wealthy quite as he had imagined, she proved a very comfortable investment for what remained of his shattered affections; and he lived and enjoyed himself very much in his old way, upon her income, getting into no end of scrapes and scandals, and a good deal of debt and money trouble.

When he married his wife, he was quartered in Ireland, at Clonmel, where was a nunnery, in which, as pensioner, resided Miss O'Neill, or as she was called in the country, Peg O'Neill—the heiress of whom I have spoken.

Her situation was the only ingredient of romance in the affair, for the young lady was decidedly plain, though good-humoured looking, with that style of features which is termed potato; and in figure she was a little too plump, and rather short. But she was impressible; and the handsome young English Lieutenant was too much for her monastic tendencies, and she eloped.

In England there are traditions of Irish fortune-hunters, and in Ireland of English. The fact is, it was the vagrant class of each country that chiefly visited the other in old times; and a handsome vagabond, whether at home or abroad, I suppose, made the most of his face, which was also his fortune.

At all events, he carried off the fair one from the sanctuary; and for some sufficient reason, I suppose, they took up their abode at Wauling, in Lancashire.