The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1870-03-31
FRED. BORCHERDT. PROPRIETOR.

| with which my hair was fixed upon my
head, and the consequence was that it was
d fficult to avoid closing a second time,
when down he went again on his back
(by a miracle, l should say,) and dragged
me down atop of him. I should have got
up as soon as possible, but he seemed to
derive some incomprehensible satisfaction
| from rubbing the back of his head to and
| fro IN the gravel, and holding me in tight
embrace. AS we lay, [ was conscious of
| rending of garments, and in moment
| there appeared on either side of our pros
| trate bodies leg, which | recognized as
| Jones and / could dimly perceive that
Jones was astride of US, and was keeping
| off a yelling crowd by whirling round
and round his head something which |
could not distinguish.
The whole affair had lasted but a few
minutes; and now the authorities ap-
peared upon the scene; and popular opin-
ion being against me, | was declared to
have been in the wrong, and was summarlly
elected, after about twenty minutes ENJOY
naent of Jones Cheerful scene" Dog
berry, with his usual sense of justice,
would not even let me look for my hat, SO
took the liberty of putting on my adver-
sary's, which Immediately fell down upon
my shoulders, and gave me an opportunity
of gauging his size.
AS soon as we were outside the gates,
Jones showed his regard for me by pat
ting me on the shoulder, and saying,
" Bravo! old boy you did remarkably
he comes out, and then finish the bust
ness"
Now [ am by no means what pugilists
term a "glutton )" [ considered not only
that had done remarkably well, but also
that l had been very lucky. l was de-
plorable object to look at, no doubt, with
my adversary's hat, which would not be
restrained from dropping right over my
head; with my face covered with blood
(from the bonnet-wearer's seratch); with
my white tie undone, and crumpled up
like an ill-made spill; with my shirt front
despatched with red spots, and with one
OF the tails torn completely off my over
coat; but was personally uninjured, with
the exception of the scratch, and a very
slight confusion of the left temple
whereas, considering my adVersarys size,
| ought to have been pounded to a jelly.
therefore replied to Jones kind sug-
gestion, My dear Jones, am very much
indebted to you for to-nght's work, for if
1 had been alone, should have allowed
myself, in the most pusillanlmous manner,
to be insulted to any extent short of per
sonal violence. l, therefore, cheerfully
resign to you the conclusion of the business
you are good enough to say l have thus
far conducted successfully; be my alter
ego j, wait for my adversary, finish him off,
and welcome. AS for me [ shall be off by
the first cab"
But that selfdenying Jones declined to
"take my leavings" las he put it), and in
CT ta5 70 to 1nCl o1,
AS we rode along, l demanded of Jones
what had become of my bouquet, and
learned that it had been torn to smither-
eens;" and what he had whirled around
his head to keep the people off, and learned
that it was TIE rent-oH coat tail, with
something heavyish in it." | couldn' t
! tell Jones that the something heavyish
was the prayer book Arabella had lent me
! with her name in it, too,) that very morn
ing, for Jones had such queer ideas of a
joke. He actually laughed when he told
me that the coat tail and its contents had
been torn from his hands, and, no doubt,
been carried off as trophy by some on
| locker.
The dresded next morning came, and l
presented myself at Arabelia's house
| When | followed the servant into the room
where Arabella sat, she could not have
| looked more dismayed if to the simple
! words, Mr. Brown" the servant had
added, with the cholera morbus."
whatever have you been doing?" she
asked, for the scratch all across one cheek
and the confusion on the left temple told
a tale of adventure.
| l felt inclined to say "Please maam, il
was JONES' as if l were a little boy be-
! fore his schoolmistress but | resisted the
| inclination, and gripned feebly. | saw
| her 6jrecfoH toy or6r r,tx VI an c
in one of which she no doubt expected tC
see her bouquet triumphantly held.
"Where are my tiowers?" she asked
l shook my head sorrowfully.
| You have left them home, / suppose q
she said.
Again 1 shook my head sorrowfully.
| And where is my prayer book ?" she
asked coldly.
"In tail-pocket of my overcoat,"
answered, desperately.
"Why didn't you bring it %
al couldn't"
"Why not? 1 thought it was in you.
coat-pocket."
$50 believe it is"
"Why didn't you look ?"
al haven't it."
"You haven't your coat-pocket ?"
"Nc; will tell you all about it ant
pray, be as merciful as you can"
And without screening myself behint
Jones, l gave an honest, straightforward &C
count of my sad mishap. Arabella lis
tened without interruption, but grew NOR
and more like marble as proceeded ant
when / had finished, she rose from he
chair, whilst Indignation flashed from he
eyes, and said, contemptuously, So, afte
the language you used to me yesterday
you dared to take mig bouquet and m:
prayer-book into such place as that; ant
my name in the prayer book, too. Don
speak; I'll not hear word; and neve
address me again as you did yesterday
Good morning, Mr.. Brown" And sh
swept from the room with distant courte
sy. And she married the man who is pop
ularly known as Another.
| So the fatal bouquet cost one hat {
guinea, one overcoat -four guineas),
scratch on the face, a confusion on the lei
temple, a prayer-book with Arabella'
name in), and Arabella | call it eXpen