Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1864-03-30
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 80, 1864.


lie had inscribed Carberry on the list.
and handed it to Ellen Esmaine before the
aStonlshed old bachelor could take the bank
bill from his portmonaie.
Noe, you've done it, was his despairing
comment, as he looked liter his friends
vanished form. Mind now I'm not re
! spoDsible; if it's dog won't have it, and
| II 1t is,a piano or wax doll I'll shy it out
| OF the window
Just as you please, Carberry, said Ray.
ner, absent y watching the busy swarm of
people that eddied round Ellen Esmaiues
table. The old bachelor gave him sud
den nudge
Mont! Mont" he whispered in evident
trepidation, lets 90 away from here; that
woman with the pink cap ribbons has look
ed at me twice, and | can't imagine what
her intentions are. She's coming this way
Mont; do make haste
They are beginning to turn the wheeln
| suddenly exclaimed Montague who had paid
no manner of attention to his friends spas
modic whispers. This way, quick! Good
Heavens! if my mad freak should make
her miserable for lifep
Make who? What wheel? Who the
dence are you talking about calculated
Carberry. But Rayner dragged him
through the crowd, crinoline and all to the
spot where all his interests were centered
the slowly revolving wheel that was
| destiny to him
The gas lights seemed to whir in mad
circles around his head; the various excla
nations of the surrounding crowd blended
into one stream of vague uncertain sound
the five minutes were like five ages to him
There was moment of breathess silence
aud then the lucky name and number were
pronounced.
Carberry-Josiah Carberry-S Share No
so, has drawn the prize, said the specta
cled secretary, Walk III, Sir, and take
possession
II don't want to-s0me other time
III call again tomorrow, suffered the
confused recipient of fortunes iavors, but
ali in vain; he was pushed forward to the
ante room, exPostulating all the way.
Mind now : he gasped, as he was precipi-
! tated through the doorway, If it is dog
or a parrot III
And the changing hinges shut in the
remainder of his speech
1t was tiny room, with one chandelier
pouring white tides of light down on fair
young girl, who stood laughing and color.
my IN the middle Of the apartment-Mattie
Esmaine's dimpled, pretty self
Miss ESmaine = faltered the blushing
bachelor, looking round to see if there was
any crack III tie floor wide enough to van
ISh through, and backing coufusedly toward
the door.
es, ,'ir Carberry. sad Matte demure
y; catch woman batting one jot nt her
advantages wheu she knows EN- I'm the
prize. won't you take me
I'D sooner take-pOison y enunciated
J"Siah, breaking into a cold perspirarion
But you mast said Miss Matte deci
dedy
Don't, Miss Esmsinc, eroaned Josiah.
4 m poor, unprotected fellow and you
oughtn to be so unmereiful! Halo here
let me out
Not yet, said Montague, -edgiDg him
self into the room greatly to Miss Matty's
confusion. You've drawn the prize Mr.
Carberry, and you're legally bound to take
possession of it.
Josiah stared at him with distended eyes,
and pale quiYering lips
Unless, went on the ruthless private,
you can get some friend considerate
enough to take the responsibility off your
hands and
'Lcok here, Mont exclaimed Josiah,
seizlng Rayner by the button hole; your
not the fellow to desert an old friend in such
strait as this. 1t was all your fault
that subscribed and-and-Come now,
you take her. That's good fellow. Do
You legally transfer the prize to me?'
Yes; anything-only let NE get out of
this confounded place, and if ever | go near
Ladies' Fair again [ wish | may be
hanged or married, don't care which
And Josiah darted from the room in a
species of semi-desperation. Private Ray
ner termed quietly to Miss Esmane:
"A truce to these absurd jests o, Mat
ty if you knew what have suffered during
the last hour
DO you sanction the transfer Matty?
pleaded the young soldier. 'Oh. my dear
est, tell me, have won you for life? Don't
trihe with me. Tell me now and forever,
have you courage to be soldiers wife?'
One moment she looked on him with saucy
defiance in her eye and smiled, the next
she burst into shower of jewel bright
tears.
'Oh, Montague, it is a wild, wayward
heart, not worth your love-not worth
! 1.-THE of your noble affection, but it is all,
all yours
And this was the suspicious termination
of Matty Esmaine's rafle.
! A week subsequently the young lady