Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-02-03

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Yes, often, if you will allow me-
Tomorrow | enter upon a new life. /
will work; | will go to the lower step of
the ladder and crawl up. | will find my
child, and blouing out the past, will take
her hand and that of the world without
shame. Now let me go. Thank yop for
your shelter, and-for the work of last
night-bless YOU"
Large drops coursed down the cheeks
of the strong man, calloused in the worlds
roughest ways; but dashing them aside
almost fiercely, he strobe on without ano,h-
er word
Mysterious individual" thought Mr.
T.. g a kind of wandering jew"
The breakfast takle at the Butternut
Hotel was almost deserted. The danseuse
had evidently partaken of that meal; he
was not sorry for it. Somehow the dam
cling girl had no longer that hold on his
fancy since Beca, with her mild blue eyes
and sad expression and crutches had float
ed down his way of life. The reign of
- La Belle was over. If that young la
dy had appeared at that precise moment,
clothed in her most astounding tights and
bvwildering tunic, poising herself in her
most fascinating attitude on the summit of
the pepper box then in his hand, his nerve
would not have fiuttered What had so
suddenly metamorphosed Jefferson Tim
berwill He asked this Of his inner man,
but the inner man refused TO return an
answer. He was indifferent to breakfast,
and tickled his appetite with pnngent sau-
ces, bat his appetite was obstinate and
wouldn't be tickled by sauces or other
wise.
Sending up his card CHS professional
card to the Genl. S room, he sought TO be-
guile the interval by listening to the bells
They were at it, rollicking bells, fas,
and furious in their melody and Christ
mas Ginning. There was one timid little
bell, particularly, sounding in the distance,
and that clearly too, that seemed to ring
In Mr.. TimberwiIll's ears but g Beca
Wylde, Beca Wylde." II was long way
of-this bell-but yet it sung merrily in
his ears as though ii had been close
Beca Wylde. The man returned, an
nounced that he was to walk up. So to
Mrs. Crowdle's room Jefferson mounted
but the condition of his patient far less
engrossed his thoughts than the hope Of
seeing Beca.
The General is engaged on light and
healthful repast composed of pyramid of
tripe and the contents of an unfathoma-
bic coffee pot. BY reason of her indis-
position she is taking her breakfast in her
bedroom this morning. She is rather
wild and loose, and smudgy in her attire,
somewhat after the style of a reformed
Meg Merriles. Indiana is busily en-
gagged on a small side table in doing
up" that is ironing out pair Of starched
gauze wings which look as if they had
seen continued hard service in angelic
proprietorship. Miss Crowdles IS in
dressing gown, one Of overwhelming pre-
tensions, which is in pattern like the last
rose of summer, faded and gone, partic-
ularly under the arms. Nevertheless.
about mother and daughter, there is a
delicious air of jaunty gaiety and deter
mination to run through life on the smooth
/ est possible surface.
:" Lor, Mr. TiInberwilk! well I'm sure
to think cf such thing" Indiana Is
red with previous efforts to make the room
" tidy"
Think of what 2" jefferson asks in
nocently.
''Of your catching the General and
myself in dishabille, you know. Lor, ma,
what a guy you are
The relict evidently did not choose to be
referred to as "guy," for she said with
professional dignity:
"You look to your own make up my
dear, and never mind me. I'm all right,
| thank you.
Jefferson remarks that nothing hut
great anxiety about Mrs. Crowdles could
have induced him to call at such an un-
seasonable hour, in support of which he
seizes upon the Generals wrist, and gaze
with melancholy curiosity at his watch ;
he then desires the old lady to thrust out
her tongue, TO open her eyes, and contin-
ues for some moments to put her through
a curious and complicated pantomimic
drill, peculiar to medical gentlemen of sage
: experiences and their confding patients
{ all Of which Mrs. Crowdles submits tC
r with exemplary military obedience.
We are better, much better this morn
( ing, think"
2 "yVe are" echoes the relict with
.o,a r,nop "a