The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1867-08-01

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more absent minded he grows do be-
Iieye;,'
s.+Why, yes. this home is. to let said
Mr., BERTHE, in answer to the conrteoHs
inquiry of the tall stranger. 'sAnd I
/ suppose you want tolook at it?'' g.
Col. Templar smiled
Il should like to inspect the rooms
that is, if it s quite convenient
''Oh, quite-walk in This is the hall
and believe those are the stairs. and
oh here are. the parlors ~
Sidney Templar glanced acarelessly
around the lofty rooms, thinking they
| would suit his ambitious little cousin very
well, when suddenly a portrait banging
owes the carved marble mantelplece
caught his eyes. .r-s g
Marion Caryl!.' s'.t 90
He did not artieuIate the sylables, but
they sounded through his brain as it a
/ Thousand silyer-tongued bells had pealed
them forth Yes, it was Marion Caryl,
with the bright goloen-ringlets floating
away from her fair. blue veined temples
and the rose mouth ready to break into
smiles that we're answered by the dewy
sparkle of her eyes.
Marion Caryl!. he repeated vaguely
to himself And Marion's husband IS
leading me through the rooms. How
dreamlike it seems i','e h-sf .c9aIsf
Il IN afraid you are tired, = said hon
est BERTHE, looking compassionately at
Sidney's ashen pale face, and wondering
that he had no before noticed how color
| less 1t Was ~ fSn9 7,4fs-f rrrfil so ea5
"A little tired stammered Colonel
| Templar, feeling the hot blood rush to
has brow once more. ''But no matter
don't let me detain you. | believe you
said the rent Mas ,-
Rent? | h, ven the least idea. I
believe its either one hundred or, eighty
or perhaps sixty. | know we paid fifty
but the landlord is going to raise 1t, and
Marion and | are thinking of furnished
| cottage in the county-somewhere.'
Mari h.! band is not a man of bus
mess. ;" thought Sidney. 20 -
1 .Marion's husbandn How the words
cut to his heart. .f,atl
'.Well. IN ask Marion-she knows
said Mr. Herbert. ''Now, then, I'll
| take YOU down into the lower department
Oh, Berthe, BERTHE, had you already
| become oblvious Of the words of caution
heapea on your luokless ears?
| Pretty Marion, screwing the top on to
one of her spice boxes, heard the advan-
eng of footsteps with a sudden appre-
| hension.
at can be possible that that goose
| BERTHE has forgotten what | told him.
She thought ''He, has, though, as
sure as the sun is shining, and | am
caught, .2taiNa
Marion dropped her box Of fragrant
slsisica, aud looked with wide open eyes
OF di-inay at her BIB apron. aa
They are coming" she stammered,
turning alternately red and white =
There sno help for it. / shall have to
hide in the preserve-closet."
And our little heroine, ANONYMOUSLY
taking refuge in fight, ran lightly aero S
the kitchen floor and hi1 herself among
preserved Strawberries, East India gin
ger, and glimmering jars of cherries
''If ! don't lecture Bertie,' said Ma
rion. setting her little white teeth togeth-
err like belligerent pearls, as the two gen
tlemen came into the kitchen, and she
heard their voices discussing the relative
merits of stoves and ranges.
by the way" said Herbert, suddenly
Il believe there are some nice closets
down here at least, Marion says 50, and
-hullo.- the door seems TO stick
Ne gave it a Jerk Marion two hands
held resolutely on the door knob on the
other side. Another resolntc pull, full
| Of well directed energy. and the two lit
tie hands ,succumbed.
| The door flew open.
BERTHE staggered back into the middle
| Of the iooln. and Marion stood there
among the preserves, wofully confused,
! get laughing withai, like marvelously
| pretty monse In novel species OF trap.
"Oh, BERTHE, BERTHE, L
She stopped suddenly as her shy glance
| met the eyes Of the tall stranger. She
stopped in thA middle of floor, checked
in her instinct OF flight by some still
stronger instinct. and blu>hing like a
| pink moss rose down TO the very tips Of
her tapery. foury fingers that were so
tightly interlaced, while the blue eyes,
halt hidden by their white lids, were full
Of sparkling tears, and the mouth was
breaking into a tremulous smile for Ma
rion did not know whether she most
I wanted to laugh on cry.
Sidney, oh, Sidney
He Bowed gravely.
Until you introduce me to your hus
band, Marion. | scarcely know by what
name to address you.
My husband p repeated marion,
wonderingly following the direction Of
Sidney Ielnplar eye. 'Oh, You mean
Berthe but he ism my husband-he ;
my brotherl Herbert, this is the Colonel
Telnpia who fought so brayely.
Marion's face lighted up as she spoke;
she had forgotten all about the preserve
closet and the bib apron now.
Colonel Iemplar, | m glad 70 shake
hands with YOU, said straightforward
Berthe marion has talked about You
many and many tllne-ay, and cried, too,
when she talked of you.
Berthe
Now she coiored indeed; deep. deep
crimson, like the red heart Of pomgran-
ate blossom opening under tropical skies.
But yonr husband, NIariony' W
Beftie Caiyl broke into genial laugh.
w nat fellows You soldiers are for
sticking to one idea Our Marion ism t
married
Not married Oh, Marion'
He took her hand and looked wistful-
iy into her eyes. a.i
Marion, we were very foolish once,
| but think we are both wiser now SEQ
She did not raise her long ashes, and
he went on: go ie 4a 1855
But, Marion. the crippled. war worn
soldier dare not ask the question that
the lover would have pleaded so earnest
" once.
She looked up now, with tears lying
brightly on her flushed cheek
Then | viii ask it Sidney, do you
care for re etill?'i egah
DO care for heavens sunshine do
care for the blessed life that beats with
in my own heart? Oh, Marion-mine,