Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-01-30
was got up, if possible, more deliberately than

was got up, if possible, more deliberately than
usual.
"Now here's a gentleman, captain, Mr.. Ty-
rawley who has been all over the world, and
met with some strange adventures. I'll be
bound he never saw anything equal to the af-
fair of last night"
'You'd a nearish thing of it, captain 2" in.
quired Tyrawley, speaking very slowly. His
manner and appearance quite disarmed any
suspicion the captain might have had of his
identity.
Give minutes more, sir, and we should have
all gone to the bottom"
The captain had already repeated the story
reasonable number OF times, and was anxious
to finish his breakfast. So Miss Constance
gave it all for the benefit of Tyrawley, dressed
in her own glowing periods.
Tyrawley made no observation upon her re-
cital, but took third egg
"Well, Mr.. Tyrawley," said she, at last,
"what do you think of the man who swan out
to the wreck ?''
"Why, 1 think, Miss Baynton,-I think !"
hesitatng, that he must have got very wet
and | sincerely hope he won't catch cold"
TheIe was general laugh at this, in which
the captain Joined but it is to be feared Miss
Constance stamped her pretty little foot under
the table,
Tyrawley turned, and began to talk to
Miss Meish, who was sitting on his right
AS he was speaking, the door on his left open
ed and Lady Grace Ravelstoke entered with
the lady passenger. The lady heard him
speak, and there are some voices which a wo-
man never forgets, and the dangerous journey
over the rope had not passed in silence
She laid her hand upon his arm, and said
ooh, sir how can thank you Z"
Tyrawley rose, as in duty bound, saying
"Do not speak of it, l did not know when
come off that l should have the pleasure of
assisting you"
But the establishment of the captain was
beautiful to behold
"Why, you don't mean to say. Well, l
never dash my wig-well, Pm-here, shake
hands, will you, sir p and he stretched across
the table brawny hand, not much smaller
than a 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 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 tavors lovers, she sat alone.
Now Constance had made up her mind that
she was bound to Mr.. Tyrawley for her rude
speeches of yesterday; she had also decided
she would compliment him on his gallant con-
uuct one llau Ill lact 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 30 Mr.. Tyrawley /" and burst
into tears.
If proud woman's pride is a shield to thee,
0 man, as well 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
They were married in October, 1859, and if
Mr.. Tyrawley does not, at some future time,
achieve reputation which no mystery shall
cloud, it will not be the fault Of Mrs Tyraw-
ley