New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-10-08


with brandy and blankets. Him Tyrawley avoids;
and, thinking he can be of no further use, he be-
takes himself across the country once more and
by the aid of the friendly elm regains his chamber
without observation.
The lady, whom Tyrawfey had deposited in a
cottage, with strong recommendation that she
should go to sleep Immediately, was soon carried
of in triumph by Mr.. Ravelstoke to the hall, and
welcomed by LadyyGrace at half past three in the
morning. There were very few of the guests who
slept undisturbed that night. The unusual noise
inthe house aroused everybody, and many, excur-
sions were made in unfinished costume to endeayor
to ascertain what was going on. The excitement
eliminated when the miscellaneous assembage
who had conducted the captain and some of the
crew to the hall, after being well supplied with
ale and stronger liquids, conceived that it would
be the right thing to give three cheers at the hour
| of half-past five.
1t was then that Lord Todmulton, an Irish peer,
| laboring under an erroneous impression that the
house was attacked, was discovered on the land
| ng-place, in array consisting principally of o
short dressing gown flannel Waistcoat and fowl
ing-piece.
Breakfast that morning was a desultory meal.
People finished, and talked about the wreck, and
| began again. At last the captain appeared and
though almost overwhelmed with the multiplicity
of questions, nevertheless, between the intervals
of broiled ham and coffee, he managed to clues
date matters a little.
| Then came the question, Who is it who SWAIN
to the vessel?"
| Tyrawley had only been at Ravelstokega few
days, and was stranger in the neighborhood.
None Of the servants had reached the coast till it
was all over, so there had been no one to recog
nize him.
I" / scarcely saw him, said the captain, I" but
he was dark, tallish man, with great deal of
beard.n
.eWas he a gentleman" asked Miss Constance
| Baynton, who had been taking great interest in
the whole matter.
well dye see, miss, cant exactly say, for
he hadn't much on; but if he isn't, he'd make q
good one-that Ill go bail for. He's the coolest
hand | ever saw. Stay! now / think Of it,
| shouldn't wonder if he was naval one for he
pulled his forelock half laughing like, and said,
Come on board, sir to me, when we pulled
him up
Perhaps il was Rutherford, !, said. Mr.. Ravel-
stroke, naming the lieutenant in the navy. 6 He
is tall and dark"
And he has been letting his mustache grow
since he came on shore" observed young
lady.
"Wlere is he2n
But Mr.. Rutherford was gone down to the cliff,
| to inspect the scene of the disaster.
= Begging your pardon sir, said the butler !:
sit could not have been any gentleman stopping
in the house, for the door was fastened till the
people came down to tell you of the wreck
At this moment--half past 10 A. M.--Mr Tyraw-
ley walked into the breakfast table, He was got
up, i possible, more deliberately than usual
Now here's a gentleman, captain, Mr.. Tyraw-
Ivy, WHO HAS pGeL dllr over lAe WQflQ, and met
with some strange adventures; I'll be bound he
never saw anything to equal the affair of last
night
You'd a nearish thing Of it, captain, . inquired
Iyrawley, speaking very slowly. HE manner and
appearance quite disarmed any suspicion the cap
tain might have had Of his identity.
=" Five minutes more, sir, and Davy Jonesrs
locker would have had us all. Begging your par
don n, miss, Z apologizing TO Constance.
The captain had already repeated the story
reasonable number ct timhS and wa an 10
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 recital,
g Well, Mr.. Tyrawley,n said she at last, 'ewhat
90 ven think OF the man rho swan out Of the
Why, think, Miss Baynton- Il think, , said he,
hesitatmgly, l. that lie must have got very wet
aud sincerely hope he won't catch cold"
There was general laugh at this in which the
captain joined but it is to be feared that Miss
Constance stamped her pretty foot under the
Tyrawley turned and began to talk to Miss Mel
fish, who was sitting on his right.
As he was speaking the door on his left opened,
and Lady Grace ReTelstoRe entered with the lady
passenger. The lady heard him sneak-and there
are some voices which woman never forgets-and
the dangerous journey over the rope had not |
passed in silence.
She laid her hand upon his arm, and said, Oh, |
'lr, how can thank yousn
Tyrawley rose, as in duty bound, saying, " Do |
lotspeak of it, / did not know, when | came |
III, that was to have the pleasure Of assisting
'ou.n
But the aatonisment Of the captain was beauti-
nj to behold.
why, you don't mean to say-Well, I never |
lash my wg-well Tm-Here7s shake hands,
Ut, will YOUR And he stretched across the table
a brawny hand, not much smaller than shoulder
of mutton.
The grip with which Tyrawley met his seemed |
to do great deal more to convince him of his |
identity than the lady's recognition of their pre-
server.
The day was as wet as tie preceding. Half an |
hour after breakfast, Mr. Tyrawley lounged into
The back drawing.room. There sat Miss Con.
stance Baynton, and BY the singular coincidence
which faYors lovers or historians, she sat alone
Now Constance had made up her mind that she
vas bound to apologize to Mr.. Tyrawley, for her
ude speeches of yesterday she had also de- /
,ided that she would compliment him on his gal
ant conduct.
She had, in fact, arranged neat, quiet cold,
ormal and appropriate form of words, in which |
he would give her views expression. And how
10 yon think she delivered them She got up,
aid " oh Mr.. Tyrawley'' and burst into tears.
Ii proud woman's pride is o shield to thee, o |
nan, against the arrows OF love, remember that
ever she throws it away-after she has com.
'elledyou to acknowledge its yalue-you are both
eft utterly defenseless.
Frederick Tyrawley eapitulated at once. They
ire to be married this month And if Mr.. TyraW-
eY does not, at some future time, achieve repn.
alton which no mystery can cloud, it will not be
Mrs. Tyrawley's fault.