The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-09-22

! ponsciouss OF 'iapprpaChinE cream, such
waa Mies,, Hay thofH ; she Sesame denuT1
\ er and demurrer; presently our Captain
looked out 1of eth daafh dDas md laughed;
\ Haythorn!dti u .eTZIFk IItT i1si5
1--WE are only q mile from the Box
Tunnel" e..H,Ii; - s.KtS '-'''' ''n
"Do you always laugh d mile from the
Box Tunnelp" said the lady.
77Sas1ss.y "%bassJsy l1E{%G..i
"WhyiI7hemi it is gentleman's
"oh II don't mind its being silly. if
IT makes es4ggh. me !4sggh." .i;,,yo.Irr;:
recounted to Miss Haythorn the follow
ing: ''', ,..'-rs. l,.F C-
ga lady and her husband sat together
going through the Box Tunnel; there
was one gentleman opposite; it was pitch
dark; after the tunnel, the lady said,
George. how absurd of you to salute me
going through the tunnel 4 did no
such thingr You didn,t2, NO; whyP'
Why, ~, because somehow thought you
Here Captain ,Dolignan laughed and
endeavored to lead his companion to
laugh, but it wastnot to be done. The
train entered the tunnel.
| Miss HaYthorn&'Ah!'N- -
iDolignan- -''What is the matter?"
Miss HaythornT T-"I am frightened"
| Dolignan-(moving to her side)-
''Pray, do not be alarmed, am near
you '- 20 80
Miss Haythorn-"You are near me.
very near me, indeed, Captain Dolignan.
Dolignan-"Youk know my namep'
Miss Haythorn--'I heard your friend
mention it. I wish we we're out of this
dark place." .'.
Dolignan-"I could be content to
spend hours here, re-assuring you, sweet
lady"
Miss Observation-Disclosures
Dolignan-Pweepl Grave reader,
do not put your lips to'lthe cheek of the
next pretty, creature you meet, or you
will understand what this means.)
Miss Haythorn-"Eel Eel Eel''
Friend-"What is the matter?'
Miss Haythorn-"Open the door!
open the doorr'
There was sound of hurried whis-
pers, the door was shut and the blind
pulled down with hostile sharpness.
If any critic falls on me for putting
inarticulato sounds in o dialogue as
above, I answer with all the insolence I
can command at present, "Hit boys as
big as yourself, bigger perhaps, such as
Sophocles, and Aristophanes; they be-
gan it, and l learned it of them, sore
against my will. NJ
Miss Heythorn's scream lost most of
its effect, because the engine whistled
40, 600 murders at the same moment; and
fictitious grief makes itself heard when
renl cannot. N*
Between the tunnel and Bath our
young friend had time to ask himself
whether his conduct had been marked
by that delicate reserve which is sup
posed to distinguish the perfect gentle
man.
With long face, real feigned, he held
open the door-his late friends attempt
ed to escape on the other side, impossi-
BILE! they must pass him. She whom he
had insulted Natin for kissed) deposited
somewhere at his feet look of gentle,
blushing reproach; the other, whom he
had not insulted, darted red-hot daggers
at him from her eyes, and so they parted.
It was. perhaps, fortunate for Dolig-
nan that he had the grace to be friends
with Major Hoskyns, ofuhis regiment, q
veteran laughed at by the youngsters,
for the Major was apt to look coldly upon
billiard balls and cigars; he had seen
cannon balls and linstock. He had also,
to tell the truth, swallowed good bit of
the mess-room poker, but with it some
sort of moral poker, which made it as
impossible for Major Hoskyns to descend
to all ngentlemanly-l like word or action,
as to brush his own trowsers below the
the knee.
Captain Dolignan told this gentleman
his story in gleeful accents; but Major
Hoskyns heard him coldly, and as coldly
answered that he had known man lose
his life for the same thing. ''That is
nothing" continued the Major, "but
unfortunately he deserved to lose it,
AT this the blood mounted to the
younger mans temples, and his senior
added: II mean to say he was thirty
FIVE; You, I presume, are twenty -onel"
Twenty five"
''That is much the same thing; will
you be advised by me?"
'If you will advise me-"
'Speak to no one of this, and send
White the 93, that he may think you
have lost the bet"
'"That is hard, when T won it!'
"Do it for all that, SIR"
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