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The Capatain, though, was not the only one with intentions. Indeed, Stratton Brownsmith had some devious intentions of his own. Sir Brownsmith was quite a handsome young man in his early twenties, untouched by the years of war and fighting surrounding his youth. He was left with an inept right shoulder after a fall down a steep ravine as an adolescent, which left him worthless for physical combat. His brown hair hung in a near perfect coif; his slender physic did little to match his boisterous personality. Stratton was often the center of attention at gatherings in the Berkshire parish, which made him a favorite among the impressionable youth, but a loud nuisance to his parent’s peers. In fact, Philip Rumblage had invited him to the event nights before only for him to serve as a conversation piece, but Stratton Brownsmith had only one conversation on his mind upon entering the family home of the Catherine Rumblage. It was the triste that had taken place just before the party, which caused him to be late; it was the conversation with Mildred Applegate. Just as the Captain hid his insatiable love for Catherine, Stratton felt the same towards Mildred Applegate. The two lovers in a desperate last attempt to break the barriers imposed by Mildred’s parents who found Stratton to be quite unfit for their daughter and instead promised her to the Captain decided that the only way to be together was to drive Catherine and the Captain towards each other. Both Mildred and Catherine could easily spot the love growing in each of them since the Captain’s return from war, since they themselves were under the same enchantment.

Stratton greated Philip Rumblage with a courteous bow and peered down at his slightly worn shoes, “Good evening, Sir,” Stratton gleefully said as he straightened his new, expensive overcoat. “I have come to chat with your lovely daughter Catherine.”

“Why of course, the child is in the back garden,” Philip responded eagerly. “She spends most of her time there.” Philip lead Stratton to the back of the home with an extended hand, careful not to expose his deteriorating coat to the wealthy young man.

In the distance, the Captain peered ahead of him into the last rays of the sunset and Stratton Brownsmith entering Catherine’s abodes. The captain deterred and disappointed at the sight of the gregarious Stratton turned his horse back towards his origins with a click of the heels.

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