The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1857-10-01

"Miitary humbugl'' was the stern reply
"Judge Snobson tells me that all our voluntee
companies are composed Of low fellows ant
are oe no use." ST
"But, sir" stammered Charlie, "I learnet
this from seeing the Jackson Musketeers
drill OH the Washington Parade Ground, an,
their captain is Norton Parker, for whose ia
ther you used tn wo--"
AGO to bedlv Interrupted the now enraget
merchant. slow dare you allude to sucl
mat:ers?o
The boy left the room and no sooner hat
the door closed behind him than the storm o.
words burst forth. 'sI see how it is, mother
you and LIZ are trying to hnmbug me, and le
that baker marry her--the low pal:ry mechan
ic And he must needs make fool of him
self, strutting around the streets rugged up lik,
monkey on hand organ. see how th,
cat jumps. Charlie goes TO see 'em drill, and
comes home full Of rink flanks' for his sister
I'll'right fank' him, Pill
No one knows what he would have done, ol
rather threatened, had there not been louc
pull at the hall bell, which cut short his de-
nunciation Meanwhile, Mrs. Dalton, her
eyes cast down, had waited until the storm
could blow over; but the crimson cheeks OF
Lizzie too clearly proved that the words had
their significance. Yes, Lizzie Dalton owed
and her love was that pure end holy feeling
which liaks hearts thro gh life, and reuni,es
them 10 world Of more exalted purity. Nor
ton Parker, who had won her heart, was no.
bly, worthy of it. A master baker, he was in
custrious and prosperous, seeking relaxation
onlv in the martial exercises Of the volunteer
militia. Remembering the cautionary advice
of the immortal Washington, he deemed il the
duty as it is the priyilege-of every Ameri-
can citizen to bear arms. The social pleasure
of the drill room, the animating maneuvres
and the proud parade, were alike his delight,
held bv his comrades, that they selected him
10 command them without dissenting voice.
But to return to ou- tea-table. The loud
ringing of the bell arrested the angry philippe,
and in few moments a servant entered, say
ing:--
.'Lord Ham psieadshire is in the parlor, sir.'.
"HooraI' exclaimed Mr.. Dalton, his voice
diminishing into a soft whisper. Cheer up.
Liz. There's live nobleman mp stairs, to
whom Judge Saobson introduced me and he's
worth all the militia captains in the world
yes, and bakers too. Hurry up stairs!n Ard
the millionaire, pulling up his collar, went to
greet his guest.
"Highe'' sighed Mrs Dalton, 81 am sorry
hat Charley made that unlncky speech."--
Lizzie said nothing, but looked the very i'm
personation Of despair a, she repaired to the
drawng,oom.
"Lord Hampsteadshire, Mrs. Dal,on-M Miss
Daltonp' and his lordship. thus introduced
Bowed condescendingly, eyeing Lizzie through
a tortoise shell qaizzing glass. He was rather
good looking, with dark melting physiogno-
my, and hair OF the most glossy jet. pro-
fusion OF jewelry adorned h : person, and sew
eral rings, with large stones, set of bis stnmpy
looking fpgers. In conversation he WIS re-
.narkably brilliaa', and the shrewd merchant
Iistensd with rapture 10 his account of court
balls, pic-nics at Windsor Castle, shooting
with Prince Albert, and horseback rides with
that most gracious of majestles, Victoria Re
gina. Mrs. Dalton was coon disgIs.ed with
the follows babbling, aad wondered that her
husband. once SO famed for sound common
sense, should endure such twaddle. As fer
Lizzie, she busted herself in looking at vol
dme of enyrayings that decked the centre ia
Bile, and paid little attentlonto conversation
evidently intended to dazzle her.
'sBy the way" ratified on his lordship, ga
singular adventure happened to me this morn
ing. was riding out, carrying whip given
me by the DnKe of Wellington. when over
took company OF Your miiitis, and my horse
startled at the music, carried me right against
the captain. He. the rascal, actually struck
my horse with his sword. Furious, ,ieman
ded his caro- ard satisfaction. He gave IT,
that is the card-and,what do you suppose
was on il?'' r&
"What, my lord?" obseqaiously inquired
Mr. Dalton.
''Ha! ha! Why, the fellow was a baker
ship bread and bis.ait,' read the card! The
ideal"
sPreposterous, my lord! Do you remember
the scoundr~I's name?'
"Yes, Parker-Norton Parker. Are all
your officers mechanics?'
'1No. my lord! That is. The military is low,
vulgar, and good for nothing. How caa it b.
otherwise with such offcers?''
Certainly Now in England all OF us in the
peerage hold commissions in the yeomanry.' !,
And the valient stranger launched into fabu,
lous accounts Of wonderful reviews, in which
he was the hero. Mr.. Dalton drank in every
word; bat poor Lizzie, annoyed by his vain
boassins ard his insulting allusion to the oh
ject of her affection, longed for his departure.
At last he went, and Mr.. Dalton. who escorted
him to the door, returned to the drawing-room
rubbing his hands with glee.
"Here's husband for you, Liz! My Lady
Ha,nps:eadshire, ha! DON'T look so glum, YOU
rogue, for my lord has asked leave to call on
you, ard have given him latch key and a
welcome. There's bargain worth all the
bakers and the MALTA captains in New York. !,
And the infatuated father, never needing the
amazement and the disgust depicted on his
daughters face, went up stairs, murmarins,