Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-02-18

naval man, for he pulled his forelock. half.
laughing like, and said, Come ON board, Sir.
to me, when we pulled him up
Perhaps it was Rutherford" said Mr.. Raw
''he is tall and dark"
"And he has been letting his moustache
grow since he came on shore" observed a
young lady.
"Where is be ,"
But Mr.. Rutherford was gone down to the
cliff to inspect the scene of disaster.
Begging your pardon, Sir" said the butler,
1T could not have been any gentleman stop
ping in the house for the door was fastened till
the people came down to tell you of the
wreck. -
AT this moment-half-pa ten a. m-Mr
Iyrawiey walked into the breakfast room He
was got up, if possible, more elaborately than
usual.
Now, here's a gentleman, captain, Mr.. Ty-
rawley, who has been all over the world, and
met with strange adventures I'll be bound
ne mover saw anything to equal the affair OF
last night
''IOu'd d a neariSh thing of it, captain ?" in
qulred Tyrawley, speaking very slowly. His
manner and appearance quite disarmed any
suspicion sthe captain might have had of his
identity.
"Fivo minutes more Sir, and Davy Jones
locker would have held us all. Begging your
pardon, Miss, /" apOlOgizing to Constance
The captain had already repeated the story
reasonable number of times, and was anxiou
TO finish his breakfast. So Miss Constance gave
it all for the benefit of Mr. Tyrawley, dressed
in her own glowing periods.
Tyrawley made no observation upon her re-
cital. but took third egg.
""eli, Mr.. Tyrawley," said she at last,
what do you think Of the man who swan out
to the wreck -
Why, L think, Miss Baynton-I think, y
said he hesitating, 'that he must have got
very wet And L since ely hope he won +
catch cold
There was a general laugh at this. in which
the captain joined; but it is to be feared that
Miss Constance stamped her pretty little foot
under the table.
Tyrawley turned, and began to talk to Miss
Mellish, who was sitting on his right.
As he was speaking the door on his left
opened, and Lady Grace Ravelstoke entered
with the lady passenger. The lady heard him
speak; and there are some voices which a
woman never forgets, and the dangerous Jour
ney over the rope had not passed in silence.
She laid her hand upon his arm and said,
"Oh, sir, how can thank you 2'
Tyrawley rose as in duty bound. saying,
. Do not speak Of it; l did not know when |
came OFT that was to have the pleasure of as
sistiDg you"
But the astonishment of the captain was
beautiful to behold
Why you don't mean to say. Well, 1
neyer-dash my wig-well Pm. Here, shake
hands, sir, will you" And he stretched across
the table bra@ny hand, not much smaller
than shoulder of mutton
The grip with which Tyrawley met his
seemed to do a great deal more to convince
him of his identity than the lady's recognition
OF their preServer.
The day was as wet as the preceding Half
an hour after breakfast, Mr.. Tyrawley lounged
into the back drawing room. There sat Miss
Constance Baynton, and, by the singular coin
cidence which favors lovers or historians, she
sat alone.
Now Constance had made up her mind that
she was bound to apologize to Mr.. Tyrawley
for her rude speeches Of yesterday; she had
also decided that she would compliment him
on his gallant conduct.
She had, in fact arranged neat, quiet,
cold, formal, appropriate form of words in
which she would give her views expression.
And how do you think she delivered them =?
She got up, said, 90, Mr.. Tyrawley :" and
burst into tears.
If proud woman pride is shield to thee,
man, as we'll as to her, against the arrows of
| love, remember that if ever she throws it away.
| after she has compelled you to acknowledge its
value, you are both left utterly defenceless
| + frederick Tyrawley capitulated at once
Ihey are to be married this month And il
Mr. Iryawley does not, at some future time
| establish reputation which no mystery shall
cloud, it will not be Mrs Tyrawleys fault
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