The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1859-09-30
This was the return the

almost every hour, my heart was pierced
to the core by some new exhibition of cru
city and ingratitude. could have endur
ed it all with heroic fortitude, had not tn,
plebeian herd who held trifing account:
against me got wind of it. soon foun(
that Mathew Henderson, Esq, friend 0
the rich Messrs. A, B, and c, was alto
gether different fellow from the plar
Mathew Henderson. Bills began to poul
in upon me from all directioDs-ta -tailors
bills, shoemakers' bills, hatters' bills, cham
pagne bills, ci gar bills, and so on and SC
forth, ad infnitun. One ragged old wo
man, (my nose eIevates its aristocratic tip
in disgust at the very thought of the odiouS
creature) had the impudence to bring in
an account of nine dollars and seventy-six
odd cents against me; because, forsooth
.lumanely wishing to benefit the old lady
and firmly believing that steady industry
according to physiological rules, is the best
exercise for old people, | had overcome for
once my natural dislike for the lower class
es, and allowed her to cleanse my linen for
me weekly. 1t was the old story of warm
ing an adder in ones bosom to have it turn
and sting its benefactor. By the way, did
you ever see child in worm-fit? If so
imagine what effect her audacity had up
on me.
This was why I was sick.
As | think | have told YOU before, l
went to Grafton. And surely never could
there have been created place better cal
culated to WOO a man away from the self
lsh contemplation of personal sorrows, and
rebuild in his bosom, above the dark, tenn
pestuous waves of his despair, three cor
nered lighthouse of Faith, Hope, and
Charity, than was the same deli ghtful New
England village. The greenest of green
hills and marrowfat peas the sweetest of
breezes and new butter; the loveliest of
landscapes and rosy-lipped dairy maids !;
the brightest of all
But what's the use of rapsodizing? l
have story to tell
One day went fshing-rather an in
significant fact to record, in itself, yet one
attended with the we;ghtest consequences
to your humble servant, as you will pres
emily observe. Not being blessed with the
same success that attended those scriptural
heroes, Simon, Peter and the sons of Zeb-
edee, [ grew discouraged; and throwing
aside my fishing rod in disgust, | com
menced gathering bouquet of daisies and
butter cups from the bank of the little
stream where [ was angling. Perhaps
1t was because | admired the blossoms, and
perhaps it was because thought garland
of them would look entwined among the
black braids of Betty, the bright eyed
chambermaid of the hotel where was
stopping-Betty and l were good friends,
you know.
While thus employed l heard voice
singing:-
'On Jordan's stormy banks stand,
Aud cast wishful eye."
[ said voice. Inow add, such voice
A high cracked, squeaking, but decidedly
feminine out gushing of melody, impossi-
Die to describe. Judging by the direction
from which it came, the owner of it must,
| felt certain be located due west of me in
a little grove which fringed the edge of the
stream not two yards distant As l was
never noted for lack of inquisitiveness,
more especially about anything where a
is concerned, the idea of exploring
the ground round about Immediately pre-
sented itself to my mind
acted upon it, of course, and the re-
suit of my Investigations was, that l dis
covered an antiquated and somewhat &C.
centric-looking spinster squatted in an at
titude la Turque upon the ground with
her head thrown back, her arms tossed in
the air, in a fashion more theatrical than
devotional--her eyes rolled in her head
like sick pig's-h her mouth opened up
wide-the soles of her shoes would have
made tolerable target for wandering
huntsman, and her voice rolling out a vol
ume of sound that might have turned Pic
colomini green with jealousy
AS her charms were not sufficient to my
taste to tempt me an informal presentation +,
Of myself l began softly to retreat from her
vicinity, when | was startled by sharp
Halo therer'
stopped and faced about, making bold
as did so, to scrutinize my companion
whose timidity charmed me, more close
y than l had before DONE A quantity
what mathematicians would call a minus
iu'tiIitN tuiuh-Ol lllu uTdU HalT, tWlSL- /
ed into wavy ringlets behind her ears-a
pair of restless small gray eyes-a cada
7erous face-a neck so long and bonv |
hat it looked like the tines of pitchfork,
with piece ofyelow parchment drawn
lightly over them--a form that starving
Tuture would have disdained to pick, and
\ costume made up of faded relics, dirty
ace and greasy ribbons-these were the
fascinating external charms which captiva
ed my gaze.
"Who are you? and what is your name
and occupation" was the
abrupt and rather unexpected query which
sssailed me, while was thus occupied
With my observations.
Il am man." l replied with a equal
ersenees. My name is Mathew Hender
destination is as yet uncertain,
and as for occupation I fear spoke lit
lie haughtily) am gentleman, madam"
Mathew, Mathew" murmured my love
y interogator, making the graceful and
eloquent gestulation of clasping her claw.
Ike hands across her knees, Il had an
admirer once who bore that name'
"Once, madam " l replied bowing and
milling, for had by no means left my |
.sliantry behind me in New York. Please