The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-01-16

Henry Fraser What on earth could be
the meaniI g Of this! The distracted
hussar started and wondered and stared
She got magnify ing glass for the Conser
vattve gentleman, and the cornet could sec
him place 1t before the carte. Was he try.
ing to discover the defects In the features
Of the parsonage thus scrutinized? Was
he endeavoring to see if the nasal organ OF
the hussar were hooked, In order that he
might hang satirical joke upon 1t 2
Augusta took out her pocket handker.
Then she wiped the magnifying glass, and
then the enlightened politician on her
left recommended his scrutiny. Presently
some leaves were turned over until the
cdrteof Augusta herself was reached This
the orown-tweed arms raised from his lap,
and undoubtedly pressed to his lips. The
agony was gradually being piled unpleas.
antly high for our cavalry friend. Pres.
emily the leaves of the album were once
more turned over, and stoppage made
before the carte of an apparently tall and
handsome gentleman, whose face Archi-
bald Fraser could not distinctly make out.
The true-blue politician on the sofa treated
this portrait lightly, Tipping his fingers
at 1t, and otherwise showing his small re-
gard for the original; but Augusta-hor-
ror of horrors Thrust aside his f1ippant
fingers, bent down her lovely head, and
actually kissed the abominable portrait.
What could this imply? Why, doubtless
that the carte was that of Sir Frederic
himself. This was too much altogether
tor the cavalry. He could stand and
watch no longer. He rushed round to
the hall door, tore it open, slammed it, and
flew up to his room. He seized his car.
pet bag, ard crammed into it everything
that happened to be within reach.
In went massive pair Of well nailed
shooting boots, box of shaving soap, two
clean dress shirts rolled n ball, bottle
of ink, white waistcoat, two towels
which he mistook for handkerchief, a
dresscoat, box of tooth-powder, the lid
Of which came off, wet sponge, hair
brush, snuffer tray, two white ties, an
other pair of boots, a water hottie (happi-
ly empty, a bootjack, tumbler, aud
well, the bag was full, and this being the
case the hussar concluded that he had
packed everything, and might therefore
start for the train.
Having Intellectually tried to fasten the
paddock with q latch key, he seized the bag
and bolted full speed down the slippery,
oaken staircase, rushed across the en-
trance-hall, and flew to the door,
Here he was met by Frank Gaythrope,
Augustus eldest brother
Halloa, Fraser what on earth is the
matter with you, Where the dickens are
you goings Now don't tear at the handle
as If you wanted to wrench it off. Leave
it alone, or else turn it the right way"
Why the deuce don't you open it for
me7 Don't you see that [ want to go ?
Don't you see that / am In 6. hurry9"
ooh, yes, General; I see all that. But
should particularly like to know the rea-
son of this unceremonious departure.
Now don't make such noise. Frazer,
leave that handle alone. confound you |!
Where on earth are you going with that
carpet bag, its mouth wide open, like your
own Now, will not let you CO." The
cornet at this moment got the door open,
and was about to evaporate, when Frank
seized him resolutely, and, though the
smaller man of the two, forced h1na into
the squire's study, and pushed him back
ward into huge armchair.
&C wish to be off, Frank. What do YOU
mean by stopping me in this way9 l may
&C II like; | am my own master. I wish
to catch train, for [ won't stay here. I'm
halt mad"
"Haf! Excuse me If think you are a
miniature edition of Hanweil itself Now,
sit still, Fraser, or III throw jug of water
over you. Be quiet, man be quiet, and
loose that yaWning carpet bag"
" Will not loose it, and it doesn't YaWn.
lis my own; and If choose to say it
doesn't yawn, shall say So"
well you are cracked, General beyond
doubt. Now please to explain the cause
OF this extraordinary conduct"
"lm going to the station. Frank; SO
please to let go my carpet bag, and get ont
Of my way"
81 shall do nothing of the kind. Give
me that carpet bag, and sit still. Let the
bag go, man."
The hussar had no intention whatever
of giving it up, and he clung to it with
stout determination The bag was his
emblem OF flight, and while he had it in
his hand he believed that he was bound to
start sooner or later. Frank wrenched it
out Of his grasp at last, pitched it into the
middle OF the room, and then, of course,
smash went water-bottle and tumbler.
Deprived of his symbol of flight, the dis
tracted hussar sat helpless, like Sampson
without his locks. Then Frank Gaytnrope
said to him: "NoW, General, don't you
think you are big fools'
Tie cornet paused, but presently an
sweIed, well, l don't think am "a re-
ply given in an argumentative kind of
tone, which seemed to say that the hussar
hou OiopaceAoudtoly CouSiU0IcO Inc 6uC-
ject; that he had debated and argued the
matter; and, after an impartial summing
up, had come to the sound conclusion that
he was not a fool. Frank laughed, for the
tone amused him
If Archibald Henry Fraser was really a
fool, 1t was love that made him don the ca o
and bells. He was one OF the most impui-
sive fellows alive, and could take nothing
quietly-except, perhaps,a nap His love
tor Augusta was uDfathomable, and no
wonder, for she was most fascinating.
lovable beauty, who had ALWAYS treated
with singular favor the handsome cornet,
who adored her. She was only eighteen.
fair, bright eyed, and merry-WelL formed.
welI-grown, weil-favOred. She was alto.
gether enough to upset brigade, SQUAD
ron, or troop, let alone a single cornet.
Our worthy friend could only love her in
undertones, so to say, for he was younger
son. and she was one of FIVE The Old
squire, however, loved him; Mrs CAV
thrope loved him; and if 1t were possible
for any younger son-for any member of
the vast army of Ineligibles-to win Miss
Gussie, that one was A. q. Fraser.
The events of this morning had utterly
distracted our military friend. He did not
stay to argue or reflect, but he went head
first into a sea of most horrible fears full
of breakers and quicksands, of rivalry and
jealousy; and the idea that Gussie was in
love with Sir Frederic Luttrell drove him
wild. He, however, pronounced himself
no fool, and Gaythrope laughed at him.
"Oh, yes! A cold-blooded muff like
you can laugh, and think it tearing good
joke to find fellow IN my present state,