The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1872-10-24


about her, as the parson SAYS.
Is Justice Morgap blind ? | asked
Blind, your worship? Deed no. What
for should be be!
You said something about blind people
not seeing sunshine.
Faith, and it's because ne won't see it
that he i. blind. 1t is the worst to have
your eyes open and not see, and that is
what the oald justice is giv.n to.
We talked little more about Mainowen
and Justice Morgan, and then took up
my candle aad went to bed, after thanking
mine host for having made one evening, at
least, less dull than the rest
l was destined to know more of Main
owen before was many days older, and in
a way that lad so little Of the humln will
in it, that | always think of it as one IF
those events in life upon which hinge so
much for the hand of the Future to uuraval
How often it happens-how often it has
happened to us,-that the most trivial event
or circumstance has changed the whole
current of lifel Truly it has been said,
There are no uihes in this world of ours.
a few days afterwards, while the snow
was still deep, and the clouds heavy, | had
out my horse and took a ride in the direction
cf Manowen. | can never account to my
self satisfactorily why it was that turned
my horses head in that direction; suffice 1t
to say that did so, and that some little time
afterwards foani myself quietly riding
! through the grounds, as if they belonged
to mc. When awoke from Il sort Of
dream into which | had fallen, it came to
me that perhaps the Justice might net be
inclined fayorably towards stranger taking
Winter view Of his domain, pretty tho
it was,-a1I | was just turning the oil
marquis round to make my retreat, ,wheA
+ there was a stumble, a rapid view cf all
/ the coiors of the rainbow, al the fireworks
that glapowIer ever mlle,-ani reucm-
b r NJ more.
When regained nly consciousness. and
could open my eyes, saw at >nce that /
was not Ling in my small homelr r1pil at
PatsBooan's "Blue Boar" and tie eli rt
10 move myself made me g-oa, wi:h la.>..se
rair.
Are yc afther comm to yerscI poor
man: asked the harshe>s Uf voices - an
iii witch Il bes her pardon bat that was
my hrst lmpresslon) stoonel over me-. an |
ticNIeI Wy iAce with the lntir t-'..s a
hcr SIN White cap, IN h'r EN- te2v1r t see
m. In tict, - sh told me Ia the braa,.est
OF br'.Snes. was at Na'nowen, aEi likely
t. - ior long time 10 come, with broken
"s anu 'l''oc"'ed shoii!er.
~ seems that the Marquis p. ms
'"o' 'i''h i i"A hole or son's h"i!"" r.ac"
q 'i.e SORT ana iei'' thro 'i'is me-; n"d IN
'"e frantic eA'ea'oTS :" REGAIN his iect II
m.'-t nave kIe@ed my shoulder, t~r !; was
7F'"'! injured
oh' 'h'ee hrst weary days ot lam al
hAiuo"en, with no one t. speak % except
my witch! She used to try t. amusc
me in Lcr own WAY by telling me
h"w 'Bid,!y Cregan' WAS bringing home
the "wa>h' when She found M ling ia the
snow: AMI how they lroayht ne in and
laid me there, and how She had tended mc
ever since.
After the first few days it grew pleasant
cr for ne, for the justice would come and
sit with ne every day and though he Ii
not talk much, vet it Was relief 20 have
something else to look at beside. the white
starched cap of the witch.
1t was one of those short afternoons ut
the beginning of DccemLer:-I was feeling
very weary,-and lying propprd up with
pillows for days is not calculated to add
10 the flow of ones spirits in any ~ay-I
had been tracing the dying suns light as
1t slowly moved round the darkening
room, until it sank. Othello's occupation
gone, | closed my ewes 50 that NV witch
might not talk to me, when
sTeet, low, an soft there fe'l
upon the stIll ar tac souni OF distant
music The instrument WAS an organ,
touched by master hand; bat the voice
that rang ont IN clear, sweet tones, wa>
that of child; and l-wh' hai fingered
spellbound in the am aisles OF 81. feter
at kcme-laY entranced.
Comfort ye! comfort yc.' 1t sounded
like no mortal voice to me in my weariness:
and | could have almost imagined that
'some seraph strayed to fill one earthly
heart with heavens own music. Regret
for my wasted years, SORROW fer my lonely
life. seemed to awake at the sound OF
the sweet, childish voice.
Weeks passed before my gray-haired
old doctor would allow me to 90 out OF
my bedroom. Vt last, one morning IN
1 February, | was permitted to go into a
sort of cosy little snuggery on the same
floor, assisted BY Justice Morgan on the
one side, and the doctor himself on the
/ other.
! Turk, do stand stlli.-it Is only papa.