COX _VERSUS_ PRETYMAN.

We are not litigious in Troy, and we obey the laws of England cheerfully

if we sometimes claim to interpret them in our own way. I leave others

to determine whether the Chief Constable's decision, that one policeman

amply suffices for us, be an effect or a cause, but certain it is that

we rarely trouble any court, and almost never that of Assize.

This accounts in part for the popular interest awakened by the suit of

Cox _versus_ Pretyman, heard a few days ago at the Bodmin Assizes. I

say "in part," because the case presented (as the newspapers phrase it)

some unusual features, and differed noticeably from the ordinary Action

for Breach of Promise. "No harm in that," you will say? Indeed no; and

we should have regarded it as no more than our due but for an

apprehension that the conduct alleged against the defendant concerned us

all by compromising the good name of our town.

At any rate, last Wednesday found the streets full of citizens hurrying

to the railway station, and throughout the morning our stationmaster had

difficulty in handling the traffic. The journey to Bodmin is not a long

one as the crow flies, but, as our carpenter, Mr. Hansombody, put it,

"we are not crows, and, that being the case, naturally resent being

packed sixteen in a compartment." Mr. Hansombody taxed the Great

Western Company with lack of foresight in not running excursion trains,

and appealed to me to support his complaint. I argued (with the general

approval of our fellow-travellers) that there was something heartless in

the idea of an excursion to listen to the recital of a woman's wrongs,

especially of Miss Cox's, whom we had known so long and esteemed.

Driven from this position, Mr. Hansombody took a fresh stand on the

superiority of the old broad-gauge carriages; and this, since it raised

no personal question, we discussed in very good humour while we unpacked

and ate our luncheons.

In the midst of our meal a lady at the far end of the compartment heaved

a sigh and ejaculated "Poor thing!"--which at once set us off discussing

the case anew. We agreed that such conduct as Pretyman's was

fortunately rare amongst us. We tried to disclaim him--no easy matter,

since his father and mother had been natives of Troy, and he had spent

all his life in our midst. The lady in the corner challenged Mr.

Hansombody to deny that our town was deteriorating--the rising

generation more mischievous than its parents, and given to mitching from

school, and cigarette smoking, if not to worse.

Now this was a really damaging attack, for Mr. Hansombody not only

presides over our School Board, but has a son in the tobacco business.

He met it magnificently. "He would dismiss (he said) the cigarette

question as one upon which--Heaven knew with how little justice!--he

might be suspected of private bias; but on the question of truancy he

had something to say, and he would say it. To begin with, he would

admit that the children in Troy played truant; the percentage of school

attendance was abnormally low. Yes, he admitted the fact, and thanked

the lady for having called attention to it, since it bore upon the

subject now uppermost in our minds. He had here"--and he drew from his

pocket a magazine article--"some statistics to which he would invite our

attention. They showed the average school attendance in Cornwall to be

lower than in any county of England or Wales. _But_"--and Mr.

Hansombody raised his forefinger--"the same statistician in the very

same paper proves the average of criminal prosecutions in Cornwall to be

the lowest in England and Wales."

"And you infer--" I began as he paused triumphantly.

"I infer nothing, sir. I leave the inference to be drawn by our

faddists in education, and I only hope they'll enjoy it."

Well, apart from its bearing on Mr. Hansombody's position as Chairman of

our Board (which we forbore to examine), this discovery consoled us

somewhat and amused us a great deal until we reached Bodmin, when we

hurried at once to the Assize Court.

I have said that the action, Cox _v._ Pretyman, was for damages for

Breach of Promise of Marriage. Both parties are natives and

parishioners of Fowey, and attend the same place of worship.

The plaintiff, Miss Rebecca Cox, earns her living as a dressmaker's

assistant; the defendant is our watch-maker, and opened a shop of his

own but a few months before approaching Miss Cox with proposals of

marriage. This was fifteen years ago. I may mention that some kind of

counter-claim was put in "for goods delivered"; the goods in question

being a musical-box and sundry small articles for parlour amusement,

such as a solitaire-tray, two packs of "Patience" cards, a race-game,

and the like. But the defendant did not allege that these had been sent

or accepted as whole or partial quittance of his contract to marry, and

I can only suppose that he pleaded them in mitigation of damages.

Miss Cox asked for one hundred and fifty pounds.

Her evidence was given in quiet but resolute tones, and for some time

disclosed nothing sensational. The circumstances in which Mr. Pretyman

had sued for and obtained the promise of her hand differed in no

important particular from those which ordinarily attend the

_fiancailles_ of respectable young persons in Troy; and for twelve years

his courtship ran an even course. "After this," asserted Miss Cox,

"his attentions cooled. He was friendly and kind enough when we met,

and still talked of enlarging his shop-front and marrying in the near

future. But his visits were not frequent enough to be called courting."

Of late, though living in the same street, she had only seen him on

Sundays; and even so he would be occupied almost all the day and evening

with services, Sunday school, prayer-meetings, and occasional addresses.

At length she taxed him with indifference, and, finding his excuses

unsatisfactory, was persuaded by her friends to bring the present

action. She liked the man well enough; but for the last two or three

years "his heart hadn't been in it. He didn't do any proper courting."

Defendant's counsel (a young man) attempted in cross-examination to lead

Miss Cox to reveal herself as an exacting young woman.

"Do you assert that at length you came to see nothing of defendant

during the week?"

"Only through the shop window as I went by to my work. And of late,

when he saw me coming, he would screw a magnifying glass in his eye and

pretend to be busy with his watch-making. I believe he did it to avoid

looking at me, and also because he knew I couldn't bear him with his

face screwed up. It makes such a difference to his appearance."

"Gently, gently, Miss Cox! You must not give us your mere suppositions.

Now, did he never pay you a visit, or take you for a walk, say on

Wednesdays? That would be early-closing day, I believe."

"Never for the last three years, sir, after he became a Freemason.

Wednesdays was lodge-night."

"Well then, on Saturday, after shop hours?"

"Yes, he used to come on Saturdays, till he was made a Forester.

The Foresters meet every Saturday evening."

"Mondays then, or Tuesdays? We haven't exhausted the week yet, Miss

Cox."

"No, sir. Mondays he was a Rechabite and went to tent. Tuesdays he

would be an Ancient Druid--"

"Gently! On Mondays, you say, he was a Rechabite and went to tent.

What is a Rechabite? And what does he do in a tent?"

_Plaintiff_ (dissolving in tears): "Ah, sir, if I only knew!"

Here the Judge interposed. A Rechabite, he believed, went to a tent, or

habitation, for the purpose (among others) of abstaining from alcoholic

drinks.

_Plaintiff_ (briskly): "But, my lord, you wouldn't call that proper

courting!"

Defendant's counsel had taken this opportunity to resume his seat.

But counsel for the plaintiff now arose, with a smile, to re-examine.

"Did Mr. Pretyman walk out with you on Thursday evenings?"

"Oh no, sir. On Thursday evenings Mr. Pretyman was an Oddfellow."

"I think we have only to account for Fridays," said his lordship, after

consulting his notes.

"On Fridays, my lord, Mr. Pretyman was an Ancient Buffalo."

"An Ancient Buffalo?"

"Yes, my lord (sobbing). I don't know what it means, but that was the

last straw."

"The first question for the jury to determine," said his lordship, a

little later, "is whether an affianced young woman, as such, has a right

to expect from her betrothed such attentions as may reasonably be taken

as earnest of his desire to fulfil his contract within a reasonable

time. In the present instance, the fact that the contract was made does

not stand in doubt; it is not disputed. Now arises a second question.

Can a man who is on weekdays a Freemason, a Rechabite, an Oddfellow, a

Forester, an Ancient Druid, and an Ancient Buffalo, and on

Sundays (as I gather) a Yarmouth Bloater--"

"Plymouth Brother, my lord," plaintiff's counsel corrected.

"I beg your pardon--a Plymouth Brother. I say, can a man who after his

betrothal voluntarily preoccupies himself with these multifarious

functions be held--I will not say to have disqualified himself for that

willing exchange of confidence which is the surest guarantee of lasting

happiness between man and wife--but to have raised such obstacles to the

fulfilment of the original contract as reasonably warrant the accusation

of _mala fides?_"

Well, the jury held that he could; for without troubling to leave the

box they gave their verdict for the plaintiff, and assessed the damages

at one hundred pounds.

Towards the close of the case we all felt ashamed of Pretyman.

His defence had been weak; it struck us as almost derisory; and Mr.

Hansombody agreed with me in a whisper that under similar circumstances

he or I could have made a better fight for it. The fellow had shown no

sport. We blushed for our town.

But Troy has a knack of winning its races on the post. Judgment, as the

phrase goes, was on the point of being entered accordingly, when the

defendant looked up towards the Bench with a sudden, happy smile.

"Here, wait a minute!" he said. "I have a question to put to his

lordship."

"Eh?" said the Judge. "Certainly. What is it?"

"I want to know, my lord, if I can claim the benefit of the First

Offenders Act?"

The train on the return journey was worse crowded than ever; but nobody

minded. For we had managed to give plaintiff and defendant a

compartment to themselves.

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