The New era. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1865-1871, 1866-11-08

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ment eliminated when the miscella-
neous assemblage 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 landing place, in
array consisting principally Of a short
dressing-gOWn, flannel Waistcoet and
fowling piece.
Breakfast that morning was desulto-
ry meal. People finished, and talked
about the wreck, and began again. At
last the captain appeared, and though
almost overwhelmed with the multi
plicity of questions, nevertheless, be-
tween the intervals of boiled ham and
coffee, he managed to elucidate matters
little
Then came the question, "Who is it
who SWAN to the vessel?"
TyraWley had only been at Ravel-
stoke few days, and was Il stranger
in the neighborhood. None of the SER
wants had reached the coast till it was
all over, SO there had been no one to rec
ognize him.
81 scarcely saw him." said the cap
tain, ssbut he was dark tallish man,
with a great deal of beard"
"Was he a gentleman?" asked Miss
Constance Baynton, who had been talk
ing great deal of interest in the whole
matter.
"Weil dive see miss, Il can't exactly
say, for he hadn't much on; but if he
isn't, he'd make good one-that I'll
go bail for he's the coolest hand l ever
saw. Stay! now 1 think of it, I should
not wonder if he was a naval one, for
he pulled his forelock, half laughing
like, and said, Come on board, SIR to
me, when we pulled him up"
"Perhaps it was Rutherford,o said
Mr.. Ravelstoke, naming the lieutenant
in the navy. "He is tall and dark. y
"And he has been letting his mustache
grow since he came on shore, observed
a young lady.
But Mr.. Rutherford was gone down
to the cliff, to inspect the scene of the
disaster.
Begging your pardon, sir,' said the
butler; "it could not have been any gen
tleman 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 ten A. NJ.
Mr.. TyraW'ey walked into the breakfast
table. He was got up, if possible, more
deliberately than usual.
"Now here's gentleman, captain,
Mr.. Tyrawley. who has been all over
the world, and met with some strange
adventures; I'll be bound he never saw
anything to equal the affair oflast night.
"You'd !. nearish thing oft Captain"
inquired TyfaWley, speaking very slow
ly. His manner and appearance quite
disarmed any suspicion that the captain
might have had Of his identity.
give minutes more, sir, and Davy
Jones' locker would have had us all.
Begging your pardon, Miss" apologize
ing to Constance.
The captain had already repeated the
story q reasonable number of times, and
was anxious to finish his breakfast. So
Miss Constance gave it all, for the bene
tit of Mr.. TyraWley, dressed in her own
glowing periods.
Tyrawley made no observation upon
her recital, but took a third egg.
"Well, Mr.. Iyrawley," said she at
last, "what do you think OF the man
who swan out to the wreck?'
"Why, ! think, Miss BayntonI
think said he, hesitatingly, "that he
must have got very wet, and | sincere
ly hope he won't catch cold"
There was a general laugh at this, in
which the captain joined; but it is to be
feared that Miss Constance stamped her
pretty foot under the table.
Tyrawley turned and began To talk to
Miss Mcllish, Who WAS sitting Oh his
right.
As he was speaking the door on his
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