Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1864-01-19
MY BacheIor uncle. s1orv

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IN that atrocious piece Of felt
1 elapped my hand rather nervousIy Z,
my hat. 'OJ
Why not, Uncle Simon isn't it respec
table enoughi
Harry, you're my favorite nephew
Sit down, and you shall hear how los
my wife,--that should lave been-tnrouet
bad hat
passively obeyed.
Weston Thorn and were room.mate,
IN our young days, and as peryerso fat.
would have it, We both fell desperately Ia
love with the same girl-Fanny Trevor =
Talk Of your modern beauties-I neve,
saw a prettier creature than FANNY Was
cheeks like blossom, sir, aud ewes that
fairly made you wild with their couue,ish
sparkle. She wore her auburn hair in
bright Sraids within net, and Ive likAd
nets ever since
Simon said Weston Thorn, one night,
so am l, Thorn answered.
And I'm in love with Fanny Trevor
Are you 2 said |. And 90 ami
weston and looked at each other stead.
| lily for about FIVE minutes.
upH' 1"' "'f
Mop
Nor win l. So here's to the health of
him who wins the brightest jewel that ey,
er shone on human breast
he tossed of glass of champagne as be
spoke. l pledged him; and although FORTY
years and more have passed, yet taste the
sparkle Of that bright wine whenever re-
member the hour.
Well, our twin suits progressed with VA,
ryiug success for weeks. Sometimes Fan
| ny made Thorn desperate BY Waltzinp with
| me-sometimes she woke the spirit Of Cain
the murderer in my heart by wearing Wes.
ton Thorne's white roses 10 her belt. Al
Length one day, We went arm in arm to ask
Mr.. Trevor's permission formally to ad.
dress his daughter. Papa Trevor was
jolly old soul and laughed quite heartily at
our amicable rivalry.
Go in, boys. and WIN = be exclaimsd.-
Fanny may take her choice. Whichever
it is, she'll be pretty sure of a good bus
bapdP
Weston said /, on our way home I
shall invite Fanny to that picnic ND the
river tomorrow. No place more favorable
to the declaration Of love than outrageous
shadows and green river shores =
just my opinion, said Thorn, i shall
also write note of invitation
took special pains to keep a sharp
lookout on the next morning. Hurry as l
would however, Thorn walked out of the
house, kid gloved and Panama Efatted. lust
| two minutes and a half before | Gould sue
coed in tying my COMPOUNDED cravat to suit
myself l gave my hair one parting rake
with the unyieldiDg bristles Of the brush,
Owed into the wardrobe for my hat, and
started full run for the street. / could al
ways walk faster than Thorn, so selt lit
lie apprehension on the score of not over
taking him.
y aAd dim idea that the young ladies
in the hotel corridor looked rather conf
cally at me as l sprang down stairs, and
commented as passed, but l was in too
great hurry to pause for reflection, until
foil length mirror, standing by way of
advertisement at the door oEaa-Au1l
glass aud picture frame stofN
showed me to myself-a young gentle
got up In the extreme of fashion, all but
the head, which might have belonged to
Bowery loafer :,
Good fates what viliianous hat it
would have made q rowdy of Lord Pal
merstOn himssl:-rusty, battered, seedy
l thought had committed that hat to the
flames weeks agol Weston Thorn must
have fshed it out from its obscurity.
and put it in provoking convenience to
my hand. All my own fault-of course
it was; why hadn't i the common sense
to know what l was putting on my own
headi
l felt hurrie6ly in my pockets. There
was only change enough to meet the exi-
gencies of the day. There is no helr for it
back l must tIot.
The sun had mounted high enough TO
make the bomeward no pleas ant thinz to
take 10 bury. OF course, nv trembling
fingers selected the wrong key at fret, and
1t was some time before j could turn the
wards so as to admit myself. However. 10
l walked at last, and opened the wardrobe
with nervous haste. There hung the real
hat in provoking neatness-and it was
no small aggrsvation to my state of mind
to think that could not blame Thorpe
Tor my own carelessness. As turned 10
90 out, the dressing glass displayed to
me such an iDhamed and perspiring vissee
that a momerts delay in cologne spring.
ling was indispensable. This com pleted.
of ! started for the second time on =;
run.
+ Whata jerk gave Mr.. Trevor's btil
PULL wonder it had not come of in nv
hand. The scared servant answered the
jinghng summons as if che had expected
no milder news than that the house was on
fire.
Miss Trevor, is she 10?
No, sir; she has gone to the boat with
Mr.. Thorn,
/ could have stamped with rage. The
boat left ut eight precisely. then glanced
al my watch, and saw that it wanted lust
three minutes and half of that hour
Perhaps might yet be in time. recol.
lect little Of that chase to the pier. save
that it was series of diving under horses
beads, skillful dartings around fat old lad
les, and abraidiDg my ANGLES against boxes
and barrels.
Hes the boat goneP 1 gasped, too
breathless for distinct speech, as / ap-
preached the pier. Don't know said
heartless steYedOre; do You suppose there
amt but one boat in the worlif'
If | could have been o magistrate
with power TO put that wretch into hand
cufS1 But there was the boat at last
Surely, she was not movingi Yes, she
wasl The plank has just been drawn on
board, and the boat was swinging away
from the pier, amid ringing bells, groans
ing ropes, and gushing steam, Too late
Yet would nofldespair. 1 could surely
spring over those few feet of heaving, tur-
bid water and leaped forward-only,
however. to fDd myself drawn back by
strong aImsi
'Don't be crazy, mister = said my friend
the steVedOre. DO you want to be drown
ed7'
Il didn't much care whether I was or
NOT at that moment. for had Just caught
sight of Weston ThOrne.on the upper deck
waving his handkerchief to me, while the
blue ribbons of Fanny's gipsey hat autter-
ing st his eide.
When they came back, they were sngag-
ed young people. To this dsy l cannot
meet Mrs. Judge Thorn without a curious