The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-05-01

Perfectly was my answer. Sand nov
let us lose no more time; it wants but quar-
ter to seven, and we must be on board il
ten minutes
As I have already remarked, my fellow
travellers were not burdened with luggage
SO there was little difficulty in expeditins
their departure; and in half an hour from
that time, we were gliding down the Mersey
and gazing on the spangled lamps which
glittered over the great city Of soap, sugar
and sassafras, train oil, timber and tallow
The young lady soon went below, as tht
night was chilly; but Blunden and myself
walked the deck until near twelve O'Clock
chatting over what came uppermost, and
giving me an opportunity to perceive that
without possessing any remarkable ability
or cleverness, he was one of those off hand
candid, clear headed young fellows, who
when trained in the admirable discipline Of
the mess, become the excellent specimens oi
we'll conducted, well-mannered gentlemen
our army abounds with.
We arrived in due course in Dublin.
took my friends up to Morrison's, drove with
them after breakfast, to fashionable mil
liners, where the young lady, with an ad.
mirable taste, selected such articles of dress
as she cared for, and then saw them duly
married. do not mean to say that thu
ceremony was performed by a bishop, OF
that royal duke gave her away; neither car
state that the train of carriages comprised
the equipages of the leading nobility.
only vouch for the fact that a little man.
with black eye and sinister countenance
read a ceremony of his own composing, and
made them write their names in great
book, and pay thirty shillings for his ser.
vices; after which, Iput ffty-pound note
into Blunden's hand, saluted the bride, and
wishing them every health and happiness.
took my leave.
They started at once with four posters fol-
the north, intending to cross over to Scot.
land. My engagements induced me to leave
town for Cork, and in less than fortnigh,
found at my club, letter from Blunden
inclosing the fifty poelds, with Thousand
thanks for my prompt Kindness, and innu.
merable affecti6nate "reminiscences from
Madame. They were as happy as-con.
found it, every one is happy for week or {
fortnight, so l crushed the letter-pitchet
it into the fre-was rather pleased with my
self for what had done, and thought nc
more of the whole transaction.
Here then my tale should have an end
and the moral is obvious. Indeed am no
certain but some may prefer it to that which
the succeeding portion conveys, thinking
that the codicil revokes the body Of the tes
lament. However that may be, here goe
! for it.
1t was about a year after this adventure
that made one of party of six, travelling
up to London by the sGrand Junction.
Thecompany were chatty, pleasant folk, am
the conversation, as often happens anon:
utter strangers, became anecdotic; man,
good stories were told in turn, and man,
pleasant comments made on them, when a
length it occurred to me to mention tn
somewhat singular rencontre have alread,,
narrated, rs having happened to myself.
sStrange enough,' said l, sthe last time
journeyed along this line, nearly this tim
last year, very remarkable occurrence tool
place. happened to fall in with youn,
officer of the Bluffs, eloping with an exceed
ingly pretty girl; she had large fortune
and was in every respect scatch;' he raj
away with her from an evening party, an
never remembered until he arrived at Liv
erpool, that he had no money for the jour
ney. In this dilemma, the young fellow
rather spooney about the whole thing,
think would have gone quietly back by tn
next train, but, by Jove, couldn't satisf
my conscience that so lovely girl shoul
be treated in such manner. l rallied hi
courage, took him over to Ireland in tn
packet, and got them married next morning
sHave caught you at last, you old med
ding scoundrel?' cried voice, hoarse an
discordant with passion, from the opposit
side, and at the same instant, a short, thick
set old man, with shoulders like Hercules
sprang at me; with one hand he clutched m
by the throat, and with the other, he pun
melled my head against the panel of the con
veyance, and with such violence that man
people in the next carriage averred that the
thought we had run into the down train
So sudden was the old wretch's attack, an
of the other passengers to detach him fror
my neck; and even then, rs they drew hiI
off, he kicked at me like demon. Neve
has it been my lot to witness such an out
break of wrath; and indeed, were to judg
from the symptoms it occasioned, the ol
fellow had better not repeat it, or assuredl
apoplexy would follow.
sThat villain-that old ruffan,' said he
glaring at me with flashing cye-balls, Will
he menaced me with his closed fist, 'tha
cursed, mcddling scoundrel is the cause O
the greatest calamity Of my life.'
'Are you her father, then? articulated
family, for q misgiving came over me tina
nv boasted benevolence might prove mis-
take. 'Are you her father!' The word
were not out when he dashed at me ono
more, and were it not for the watchfulnes
of the others, inevitably had finished me.
sI've heard of you, my old buck said
affecting degree of ease and security m
heart sadly belied. srve heard Of you
dreadful temper Already know you can
control Yourself. know all about the wait
er at Maidstone. By Jove, they did nc
wrong you, and am not surprised at you
poor daughter leaving you'-but he woul
not suffer me to conclude, and once NOR
his wrath boiled over, and all the efforts 0
the others were barely sufficient to calm hil
into semblance of reason. ..
There would be no end to my narrative
l endeavored to convey to my reader tn
outbreaks of passion, which ever and anon
interrupted the old man, and induced him
diverge into sundry little by-ways of lamen
tatlOn over his misfortune, uhu CuFseS uPo
my meddling interference. Indeed his Who'll
narrative was conducted more in the stacca
to style Of an Italian opera father, than i
the homely wrath of an English parent
The wind-up of these dissertations bein
always to the one purpose, as with look 0
scowling passion directed towards me, h
said:- -. 20 .f.H. r." #..
'Only wait till we reach the station, an
see if won't do for you.'
| His tale in a few words amounted to this
lie was the Squire Blunden--the father o
I the lieutenant in the sBuffs." The yout
had formed an attachment to lady, whom
he had accidentally met in a Margate steam
/ er. The circumstances of her family an
fortune were communicated to him in conf
dence by herself, and although she express
ed her conviction of the utter impossibilit
of obtaining her fathers consent to any un
titled match, she rs resolutely refused t.
elope with him. The result however, was a
we have seen; she did elope-was married.
they made wedding tour in the Highlands
and returned to Blunden-Hall two month
after, where the old gentleman welc ,me'
them with affection and forgiveness. Abou
fortnight after their return, it was deeme'
necessary to make inquiry as to the circum