The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-07-25

has coat.tail though, but L won't bulge
an inch till be gives me the rest O. them
chestnuts. His pockets is bullying oui
with EN-" Had Harry had the benefit
of these whispered words his pocket
would. without doubt, been emptled in a
thrice, but be was kept in ignorance OF
the youngsters wishes, and Eddie re-
manned obstinately stationary, nothwitb-
standing Harry made some remarks well
calculated to let the juvenile know that
his chair might with propriety, be va
Gated. At length the clock struck four,
and Lucy went about preparing supper.
She put the kettle over, made biscuits,
and then signifed her intention of going
to the smoke house for ham. Harry
took his hat and followed,a glad of a
chance at last to escape Eddie vigilance
Lucy unlocked the door of the smoke
house, and Harry stepped in to get one
of the hams. He took it down. and
holding it in his hand, was on the point
OF saying something sentimental which
be bad been rehearsiDg in his mind all
the afternoon, when the old people drove
up to the gate. Lucy suatehed the ham
from her lover, and whispered in an agita-
ted voice as she closed the door:
You can't come out now, Harry, stay
| where you are till you hear me singing
"Old Hundred" and then run across
| the fields.
So Harry was left in utter darkness.
1--WE good mind 10 get right out and
beard the lion in his den,' he NUT
tered, as he leaned against the smoked
begrimed wall of his prison. Presently
he heard the key turn in the lock, and
realized that he was locked In. The
farmer, ia passing from the barn to the
house, saw that the smoke-house door
was unlocked, and locked it, putting the
key in his pocket.
When her parents and Eddie were
seated at the table, Lucy took a pail and
went out to the well, singing loudly and
clearly that sweet old tune, "Old Hun
dred." Then, without glancing at the
smoke house, she came in md took her
place at the table.
Il wonder where Harry Grey is ?''
said Mr. Trowbridge. His horses are
tied to the fence, and l know by the
looks he hasn't turned furrow this af-
ternoon."
Eddie looked very wise, but his sister
He's up to the house, no doubt re-
piled his wife.
8 Clara Beamer is there. with her
hair all in ringlets. There IL be a match,
shouldn't wonder
We'll, | should then,' replied Lu-
cy S father. What does any sensible
man want with such gadabout as she
is. Why. sooner than see that happen,
ID give Harry leave to court our Lucy
three or four year from now.''
Nothing further was said until the
| farmer grumbled
These hams weren't half smoked. [
must take them in hand,' and, true to
his word, as soon as he arose from the
table, he procured an old kettle and
made smudge, whichhe carried to the
smoke house. He removed plank
which covered a small, square hole, left
there for the s-ke OF convenience,
though which he thrust his kettle of
smoking corncobs and sawdust. Then
he replaced the plank, and left the hams.
and, alas, Harry, too, to be thoroughly
smoked. Lucy watched these proceed
ings with interest, thankful that her sig
nal had given Harry time to escape
But her feelings underwent a change
when Eddie, with a comical look, told
her that her beau was locked in the
smoke house. Without waiting to see
whether she was observed or not, she
fastened to the smoke house and re-
moved the kettle.
Harry, Harry ~ she called in a
hoarse whisper.
Is that you, Lucy I'm in a purga
tory. Have you taken the COMPOUNDED
thing out? I'm blind as a bat, and my
throat is full of SCOT and ashes
Harrys voice came from near the
ground.
lie was lying prone on the ashes, SCOT
and lime, which composed the floor of
the smoke-house.
Il cannot iDerate you at present,
HAIRY father has the key. But I'll
bring you some supper. and when he
goes to bed l II get the key and release
you. In few minutes plate of edi-
bles was showed through the aperture
and restored the board to its place. But
as ill-luck would have it, the farmer dis
covered by the absence of smoke about
the crevices that his smoke lad gone
out, SO the board was again removed and
the farmers arm thrust in tie get the
kettle, but instead of that Harry's un-
touched supper was brought to light.
well. this puts the cap sheaf on
every thing [ ever heard tell of. :"
just then ham fell to the ground
with dull thud, sending cloud of ash
es into the farmer face, for he was still
kneeling before the hole.
There, what on earth can that be
Well, I've got to search into the matter
shall always think the smoke-house
was haunted"
So saying he opend the door. when
the form of Harry, unrecognizable in
his coat of ashes and SCOT, rose up before
him.
The farmer stepped back and yelled,
as he involuntary felt for his jack knife
Murder Murder -
Stop man, stop. Don't call them
all out, said Harry, as he glanced rue
fully at his dirty coat
"A thief! A theft" again roared Mr..
Trowbrldge, and by this time all with
the exception of Lucy were on the spot.
Its only l, neighbor, don't you know
me p
Harry felt sheepish, and could not
help speaking so.
"Who?"
Harry Grey"
| well, you're in a nice pickle. !
doubt if Clara Beamer would know YOU
or own you if she did. What are you
doing here ?''
All at once Harry felt as bold as lion.
8 want your daughter. Mr.. Trow.
bridge. Will you give her to ME p
Were you lying here In ambush
watching your chance to steal her?"
No, but if you don't give her to me-
you may repent it. l shall never ask
again.
That means that he will marry Clara
Beamer, and | should repent it then
thought the farmer, as he scratched hi:
head. Immediately. Presently he said
Eddie, go and call Lucy" she came
out shortly, hanging her head and blush
ing deeply.
Lucy, do you want to marry thi,