Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-07-07

mans as being so powerful, brought he
to- Meanwhile l and Jack Romilly stood
like two guilty and intruding fools Jack
suffering-as he afterward cOnfessed--the
torments of place of which he has, am
sure, no experience, at witnessing the
tender dexterity of Dick Bulliman and the
fainting of Lucy. When the young lady
was well recovered, Jack and I-for i had
to follow that great natures lead
Thought that we had better 60"
''No-don't," cried Katey Bulliman.
eve must settle accounts with you, gen.
tlemen. Dick, stop themn
"My good katey," said Dick, shutting
the door, 81 dare say that they won't 60.
Whats the row ?"
"Can you fight, sir" said Jack, with the
greatest amount of bitterness. "You are
a man of peace"
I'm a man of science" said Dick, slow
ly; mot necessarily a man of peace.
can fight if I want"
Then, sir, you must fight me. am
an officer in her majestry's service. You
have taken away my only hope-my only
| love"
Here Lucy began to show white feath-
er; that is, she cried bit, and looked at
Jack with some admiration she saw that
it was all his love.
81 have done nothing of the Sort" said
Dick,
81 love Miss Lucy as love an angel,
that's all but know that she is bound to
you-and Mr.. Romilly. am gentleman"
"And the son OF an officer, "whimpered
Mrs. Bulliman.
'But if you wish me to fight for Miss
Lucy, I'm willing" said Dick, "only let
me choose my own weapons. I'm going
in heavily for poisons. I've new salt.
Let me give you dose, and I'll take
dose, too and toss up for an emetic. If
you die, I'll make observations on you,
and immortalize you as the first victim.
That's quite rs sensible as the pistol bust
ness.
Jack looked very much like fool; so
did /. thought we'd better go again:
but Lucy had given one of those bright,
truthful, triumphant looks of hers; and
Jack was on his knees, holding her hand.
and calling himself an idiot, and begging
pardon heartily.
Lucy put her soft hand on his forehead,
and looking fondly into his dark eyes, so
resplendent now, said:
My dear Jack, your large nature will,
sometime, comprehend my small but clear
one. You have given me pang; but
forgive you"
But what were you doing here, Lucy?"
said Jack.-he had thanked her, it seems,
III satisfactory way, with his eyes,
THAT did not know? It wasn't music,
was it ?'
No" said Katey except that Miss
Spofforth gives me, now and then. les
son. She plays beautifully"
And 1t was not science" said Dick:
for in my laboratory, l make such an
awful smell and smoke that should choke
any woman, except Miss Gambia Pecker
and the Social Sense, old Blues"
Then what was it ?" again urged Jack.
God bless her!' cried that dear Mrs.
Bulliman. ''She was aiding me, buyihg
her own stores, and making bandages and
charpie for the wounded, and preparing
the Boxley Downs box for Col. Lloyd
Lindsay and the national society in aid of
the sick and wounded in this dreadful
war;
Think, Jack" said Lucy, "think for
moment of the hundreds of poor men who
lie in agony; of the wounds. the fever,
and the pain; and of the thousands of
poor widows! And shall be soldiers
wife, Jack ~
God bless you, and forgive me, Lucy!
But why" cried the jealous pated swain,
why did you not tell me ?''
because l should not let my right hand
know what my left hand does; and YOU,
Jack, are my right hand!"
I. SITS all right now Jack and Lu.
cy are as fond as ever; and Katey-well,
Dick is an uncommonly good fellow; and i.
I'm so glad that live Next door to Bull
iman's !"-[ Transatlantic Magazine.