The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-04-02

sOiy young, nave Oeen told, IN those hot
climates. But in England-it is impossi-
Bile; it would not have been allowed.
AND Bog would not have done such q
thlng. 1t is all Observation-Disclosures I"
And he shut himself into his own room.
And, IN short, that was the conclusion
to which all in the Office came to, namely,
that this editorial note was piece of very
ridiculous fooling, which Bog had pur-
posely had inserted for their justification
Considering which Mr.. Rasper, who, so
long as he had disbelieveG the marriage it.
self, had pronounced the whole to be pref
ty fair for Bog said-now that the mar
rage was an established fact-that the
joke about the brides age was also quite
lnexcusable, though Boys first.
During the six following weeks of Mr.
Boys absence he furnished more converse
ton to the office, and was the subject Of
more jokes on the part of Mr.. Rasper, even
than if he had been present.
Speculation exhausted itself as to the re-
atty of this extraordinary editorial note.
But am sorry to say that at last the con-
viction gradually established itself that the
TACT was literally true that Bog, having
married some mere child from boarding
school-having, In fact, probably run off
with her for the 81 ke of her money, and
knowing that he could not possibly con-
ceal the fact of her being child, had i'm
pudently determined to braZen his mis-
deed out in this way before them and the
world.
And poor Mr.. Bog accordingly fell not
little in the opinion of his fellow-clerks.
They were agreed, one and all, that he had
done thing which, in man at his time
of life, was unpardonable-.positively i'm
moral-and surely must also be illegal
in Oh fDr xyYhi hah
them all on Mr.. Boys return to give him
the cold shoulder and the cut.
"Pll be bound he'll bring her down to
the Office in a short frock," said Mr.. Ras-
per, " and carry her in on. his arm"
In anticipation of which very remark
able advent l will, for little while, leave
Mr.. Rasper and the Office.
While his own character was thus suf-
fering, and while his fellow clerks were
thus discussing the chances of their find
ing in him on his return any small re-
mains of honor and morality, Mr. Boys
travels with his bride were drawing near
to an end.
The reader would, indeed, have been
able to infer this much had we, without
explanation or comment, merely COM
menced this closing chapter with the fol-
one OF his resting places.
my dear Mr.. Splutter,-I purpose being in
town again on Tuesday evening next, but shall
not come back to business until the beginning of
the t,sa following oil week: VIII you obge me and my
ming and by inviting fer me all my confreres of the
office for the same evening. hate the ceremony
ceive visits from old friends and does my wife.
If they will all take it. therefore, in this informal
way that we shall be glad to see them,-wel, glad
T. we hal he
Friday evening at seven for what we will call
our small and early being, in fact, for office
This letter, which came on Monday
morning, was dealt with by Mr.. Splitter
in his usual prompt and business-like way
He simply turned up one corner of it,
wrote on the back of that corner in red
ink, l shall go, and hope you all will,"
and sent it out to Mr.. Rasper to be handed
round.
The decision come to unanimously, in
spite Of the sentence OF condemnation
passed on poor Bog, was that they would
go, all who could, if it were only for the
sake Of having an early sight Of the bride,
and giving the bridegroom one chance of
reinstating himself in their good graces.
When the evening came, therefore, they
took couple Of cabs, and all went down
together-Mr Splitter, my father, Rasper,
Gibbs. and all the rest of them-they
having agreed on a convenient point of
meeting before they left the Office.
1t was Mr.. Bog himself who received
his company in his cosy, weil-furnished
drawing room up stairs, for he was man
of some little MEANS and had everything
very comfo1 table about him.
well, Rasper," he said, after the first
hand-shakings, "your constant dropping
has worn away the stone at last. could
not stand it any longer, you see. Is it to
be peace between us now, or war;
81 don't quite know" saia Rasper, laugh
ing eve shall see"
"You had better not make it war;" said
Mr.. Splitter, "for Boys holiday seems to
have put him in rare fighting order; bet
ter say peace"
Whereupon Bog, in his clumsy way,
spared at Rasper on the hearth-rug, as if
to demonstrate with what ease he could
double him up.
81 shall think about it," said Rasper !;
and, before deciding, should like to see
the tetea1Sna causn 6elki, if that is what my
old Latin grammar used to call another
fair one"
Here, said Mr.. Bog, in good time
she comes. Friends, allow me. My wife,
Mrs. Bog, and her cousin, Miss Wheeler"
And in came the two ladies as he spoke.
One was of middle age, or apparently
somewhat over the middle age, wearing
spectacles, with matronly look and a
good-tempered face that was very pleasant
to look upon. "The cousin" said Mr..
Rasper, "wno comes to keep house till
the child-wife is of age. Just as thought."
The other was merry, laughing young
girl, seemingly of sixteen or seventeen,
though possibly she might be younger.
Rasper shook his head and looked grave
at sight Of her. Exactly as we pre-
dicted," he said to his neighbor; "she's
quite child Really this is bad bust
ness; bit it's always so when men put off
too long. All, Bog, Bog, she'll be hand
some young widow, my old friend, when
you and are gone"
He went over, nevertheless, and made
small talk to the young girl by the piano.
+" Been long in England % he asked her,
among other things.
NO." she said; "only about month
before the wedding"
known Mr.. Bog before?" Mr. Rasper
supposed.
"No; she had only seen him for the
first time when she was up in London with
her cousin about fortnight before the
wedding. Her cousin had known him
many years."
"You will find England very different,
| suppose" went on Mr.. Rasper, "from
Jamaica ?"
"Jamaica ?" she said, laughing &c dare
say should if l had ever been there. I'm
only from Edinboro'."
so, indeed" he replied; ct beg your
pardon. Then / suppose the late Mr.. -
81 say, Rasper," called out Mr.. Bog from