The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1866-02-13

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Cons anee B,yntou. who lad been taking
q dep Interest ia ihe whole afeir
Wei. d9c - Mi.s. can't exaclll
say. lor he hpdn'i mech on bot il be isn't
be ia make a good one --thd ~ 20 bai
ior. He'- ,hc coolest hand ever saw
Stay nov think os 1t. shouldu'
wonder il be was naval man, Tor he pell
"a his lorslock, balf-laushing Il Ike aud said
Come oil board, sir, to me, when We pull
"a him up
Perhaps Il was Rutherford said Mr.
Ra,clstokr. naming he lieutenant in the
navy; he is tall and dark
And lie has been letting his mousteche
grow. since lie came on Shore observed i
young ialy.
Where is hep
lBul Mr. Rotherford had gone down
TO the elf, 10 inspect the scene OF the dis
aster.
Begging your pardon, air. said the bat
Ter, IL could not have been any gentleman
stopping IN the house, Tor the door was
fastened t'lI the people came down to tel
you of tie wreck,
Al this mcmeHl--half past ten, q. m, -
Mr.. Tyrawley walked into the breakfast
room. llc was got up, II possible, more
elaborateIy Than usual.
Now, here's gentleman, captsin, Mr.
Tyrawley, who has been all over the
world, and met with some strange adven.
lures. III be bound he never saw any.
thing 20 equal the affair of last night
You'd a nearish thing Of it, captain Z
inquired Tyrawley, speaking very slowly,
His manner and appearance quite disarm-
ed any suspicion the captain might have
had Of his identity.
Five minutes more, sir, and Dayy
Jones locker would have held us ALL
Begging your pardon, Miss, apologizing
TO Constance.
The captain had already repeated the
story a reasonable number OF times and
was anxious 10 finish his breakfast. So
Miss Constance gave It all for The benefit
of Mr.. TyraNley, dressed in her own
glowing periods.
Tyrawley made no observation upon her
recital, bnt to k third egg
Well, Mr.. Tyrd ~ley,' sad she at last,
what do YOU think ot the man who swan
out 10 the wreck Z
why, thnk, Miss Baynion--I think,
said he hesuating, that he must have got
very wet. And | sincerely hope lie wor I
catch cold.
There WAS general laugh at This, in
which tie captain joined; but it i, 10 be
feared thai Miss Constance stamped her
pretty lillle tpot under the table.
Tyra@ley tarned, and began 10 talk 10
Miss MellIsh, who was slltng ON his
right.
AZ be was speaking, the door on his lett
opened, aud Lady Grace Ravelstoke en-
tered with The lady passenger. / he lady
head him speak there are some
voices which a woman neyer ,orsels-- aud
tie dangerous journey over the rope had
noI passed m silence.
Size laid her hand upon his arm, and
said, On, sir. how can thank you ?
Tyrawiey rose, as in duty bound, cay
irg, Do not speak Of it. | did dot know,
vixen came of, that was to have the
pleasure OF assisting you.
But the astonishmem Of the captain was
beautiful TO behold.
why, you don't mean TO say. Well, |
neyer--dash my wig--well I'm : llecre,
shake hands, sir, will you Z And he
stretched across the table brawny hand,
not much smaller than shoulder Of NUT
ION.
The grip with which Tyrawley met his,
seemed TO do great deal more to convince
hin Of his identity than tue hdys rscogni-
tion oil their preserver.
The day was as wei Is the preceding.
Halt al hour after breakfast, Mr. Tyraw.
icy loanged into the back drawing room.
There sal Miss Constance Baynton, and.
by the singular coincdences which fsyors
lovers or historians. she sat alone.
Now Constance had made up her mind
that she was bound to apologize to Mr..
Tyr wiley tor her rude speeches OF yesler-
day /; she had also decided that she would
compliment him on his gallant conduct.
She had in fact, arranged neat, quiet,
cold, formal, appropriate form oi words,
in which she would give her views ex.
preston And how do you think she de-
ilyered them? She got up, said % Mr..
Tyrawley! and bursl into tears.
IL a proud woman's pride is shield to
thee. o man, as well as 10 her, against the
arrows Of love, remember that il ever she
throws itsawaY--aIter she has compelled
you TO acknowledge its salue--you are
both left utterly defenccless.
Frede ick IyraNley capitulated at
once. They are tc be married this month,
And il Mr Tyrawley dee, not, al some
future time, achieve reputation, which
no mystery can cloud, it will not be Mrs.
Tyrawleys fault.
Mr.. q Flaberty undertook to tell how
many there we're at the party: "Ibe two
Croglns was one, meself was two, Mike
Finn was tbre,, and--and- WHO the devil