The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-12-16

of chivalry. Tyrawley was sitting half in
and half out of range. Perhaps she talked
little at him. At any rate he chose to ac-
cept the challenge.
81 can not agree with you, Miss Bayn-
ton, he said. &" 1t is true, we no longer
wear ladies' gloves in our helmets, nor do
we compel harmless individuals, who posi-
bly, may have sweethcarts of their own, to
admit the superiority of our lady love at
the point of the lance but of all that was
good in chivalry, of courage, truth, honor,
enterprise, self-sacrifce, you will find as
much in the nineteenth century as in the
twelfth"
He frightened up as he spoke, and it was
quite evident that he believed what he said,
a circumstance which always give advan-
tage to disputant.
More than one pair of bright eyes smiled
approval, and Miss Constance saw proba-
biity OF ii detection from her ranks. She
changed her tactics.
"You are too moderate in your claims
for your contemporaries, Mr.. Tyrawley.-
II l remember right, modesty has always
been considered qualification Of true
knight
81 am no. ashamed to speak the truth,
he replied; ''your theory would have been
more tenable before the days of the Crimean
war and the Indian mutiny; but the men
who lit their cigars in the trenches of the
Redan, and who carried the gate of Delhi,
may bear comparison with Bayard, or C9ur
de Lion"
ooh do not allude to our soldiers"
said she, "of course, | know they are
brave; but, and there she hesitated mo-
ment, till possibly piqued because her usual
success had not attended her in her passage
of arms, she concluded-"b but to our idle
gentlemen, who seem to have no heart for
anything
Tyrawley smiled. Possibly you may
judge too much by the outside" he said. ~
am inclined to fancy that some of those
whom you are pleased to call idle gentle
men would be found to have heart enough
for any thing that honor, or duty, or even
chiyalry, could find for them to do"
81 hope you are right" said Miss Con-
stance, with a slightly perceptible curl of
her upper lip, which implied that she did
net think so.
Tyrawley bowed, and the conversation
terminated few minutes afterwards; when
he had left the room. the conversation of
the young ladies was interrupted by Master
George Baynton, aged fourteen, who sud
denly attacked his sister.
81 think you are wrong, you know, when
you call IyraWley humDug.
"My dear, said Constance, with-a start
81 never said anything so ru--"
"Well, You implied it, you know, in your
girls words, and | think you made a mis-
take; for he can shoot like one O'Clock, new
er misses thing, and hear he can ride no
end. He was rather out of practice in his
cricket when he came down but he is i'm
proving every day. You should have seen
the hit ha made iohf nm 10 he
cedars"
DO yoT think there is nothing else for a
man to do but ride, and shoot, and play
cricket ?"
"Thats all very well; but you should hear
what Merton, our second master, says and
great brick he is, too. whatever you do,
do it as well as you can, whether it is crick-
ct or verses And | believe if Tyrawley
had to fight, he'd go in and win, and no
mistake"
'Ah," said Constance, with a sigh, "he
has evidently-what is it you boys call it ?
tipped you. Isn't it?'
Indignant at this insult George walked
off to find his friend, and have lesson al
billiards.
The day fingered on after the usual fash
| ion of wet days in September at full coun-
try houses. There was little dancing after
dinner; but all retired early, in hopes OF d
| better day tomorrow.
Tyrawley had some letters to write, sc
that it was two before he thought of going
to bed. He always slept with his window
open, and as he threw up the sash, fere,
gust of wind blew out his candle, and blew
down the looking-glass."
"Pleasant, by Jovel" he soliloquized.-
Z" wonder whether it's smashed-unluck,
to break a looking glass-Im hanged if
know where the matches are; never mind
| can find my way to bed in the dark
What night as flash of lightning il
lumined the room for moment, and b
bent out of the window. ''T The wind mus
be about nor NOR west. Cheerful for an
| thing coming up to Bristol from the south
ward. | wonder what q storm is like o.
this coast. | have a great mind to go an
see. | shall never be able to get that ha
door open without waking them up; wha
nuisance! Stay, capital ideal I'll go b
the window !
Before starting upon his expedition, h
;. changed the remains of his evening dres
4 (for he had been writing in his dressing
D gown for a flannel shirt and trowsers, Will:
e Il short pea-jacket and glazed hat complete
e his array. His room was on the first foo
e and he had intended to drop from the win
t dow sill; but the branch of an elm cam
= so near he found that unnecessary, {
n springing to it, be was on the ground, lik
/; a cat, in an instant. He soon found his wa
|, across the country, like a bird" to IL
: edge of the cliff. This sea for miles SCENE
= one sheet of foam.
:, But fash of lightning discovered
e group of figures about quarter of a mi
e distant; and he distinguished shouts in tt
l. intervals of the Storm
o He was soon amongst them, and he four