The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1872-02-15

by rush and pressure that almost forced
me behind a. i jacent screen. The Baron
de Bette Fauve lad arrived, and was being
,riunphantly marched into the hall.
The Baron Bobadil de Bette Fauve, when
visible, proved to be a remarkably email
gentleman, with intensely black eyes and
moustache, the latter curling tiercely up
almost in the former; but my own situa-
ton demanded all my attention. With
draw could not. To sit down in that
highly -attired society in light blue overalls,
such as might be worn by stable man,
was not to be thought Of All ! an idea.
Just within the door, near the wall, but
with space to get behind it, stood the
large screen against which | had been
pressed. Capturing a waiter, drew him
with me into that friendly shelter.
Here, help, my man. Can't get back.
Just let me slip off these confounded-
hurry now" | gasped, and tore the
buttons loose with lightning speed.
All right, Ell"
The waiter was as quick as I, and scarce
ly gave me time to disengage the last but
ton, before ne caught away the garment,
and bundling it up, vanished in the crowd.
Eth. hillo stop, ysu GOOD Hea-no
its inn ossible. And yet-mercy on US
what shall do -
a horrible fact had revealed itself In
making my hurried toilet, | had actually
| bt.ttoned on my oyeralis-omitting nv
| black dress pantaloons
4 chill shot through me as | realized
| the full extent Of the misadventure. |
! staggered back family against the wall,
| and endcavOred to collect myself. Glanc-
| ing round the corner of the screen, | OBJ
served, with 4 shudder, that the company
were taking their places, while the ladies'
| In the gallery had risen, en- nlasse, and
were directing so concentrated a fire Of
! eyes upon the entrance, where the valiant
! lion-queller had paused to return the salute
that greeted him, that 70 escape had be-
| come impossible. l must remain where
| was, till able to concert with some compass
sIonate attendant plan Of escape.
There was the settling murmur and
buzz, the Gentlemen, pray silence tor
grace " and the "Stand still, walters !"
IN voice Of authority. Grace followed,
and the noise of the feasting: but the next
ineligible words froze my very soul.
Remove that screen!'
lnstinctively | clutched and held it back.
There came a violent tug; but there was
too much at stake for a feeble defence, and
| held on with desperate ter acity.
"Quick, now, with that scr,en" said
the voice of authority. 4" What's the mat
ter? +"
There's a gent behind, folding of it
back, said some oficious BOBBY.
Here-you l gasped. Five shilings
Ten. Twenty! Five pounds Fetch
brown overalls! Forgot trous-s.
Let the screen alone, can't ye?"
Bless my cart, sir! Ere 10 20
said the waiter, grinning, but compassion
ate, for he had recognized me, even thus.
Take that thing out of the way
roared the voice of authority.
Must do it, SIR explained the waiter
Tho heatabes can't come by. Stop
There n vacant seat. 'Taint three steps
of
That's mine, I groaned.
COW lucky Now just you slip into it
as / shifts the screen, SOS to purtect YOU
Tuck the table kiver well into your wesket
and nobody'll be the wiser. One, two
three IIotr you go!
Off it was necessary to 90, for he caught
away my defences, but extended the fold
ing arms of the screen so as nearly to touch
the vacant seat In that instant. how,
hardly knew, found myself fairly seated
at the board, the friend who should have
accompanied me, at my side.
You take it cody, old fellow remarks
the latter. l fancied that at these din
ncrs runctualitv "
4 take it cody, rcy cody ! replied.
And it is for your sake | am doing so.
cent tabIc-cI0th rs is compatible with your
personal convenience.
'Tabie-cloth Assuredy. But why
There arc reasons, hidden reasons But
of that hereafter. A glass of wine
My friend is agitated. Ills manly
fingers culver. Something is amiss with
Charteris., remarked my companion, in
the sepuchral tone he is given to use when
chatting those he loves.
Dicky Shelton who never, so far as it is
ascertained, had Il relative in the world
dressed always III the deepest mourning
lie never laughs outwarily. lie is mirtl
itself, within. He has written burlesaues
by the score. TO SHELTON is due the evils
ceration of words that have baffied the skill
Of the most accomplished tormentors of the
English language.
My friend, conhdc in me, continued
Dick, smacking his lips, for the Lumpeter
Burgundy is not to be tasted every day.
You are i'll at ease
at the knees. A trife
To remember ones troubles in such a
scene, Is weak
TO forget ones trousers is madness,
| whispered, with cenched teeth, in his
ear.
'One's-r calculated SHELTON, family,
as he turned an qhoR 3M f b fannn55E % w4fencd
and elongated with real alarm. You
don't meath! Do distinctly under
stand -
You understand my reason for requir-
ing rs large portion Of the table cloth as
YOU can conveniently spare
My friend gazed al me sorrowfully.
SO fair above he murmurcd. So
well, 50 singular below Who now. in
this brilliant cmbly-graced, as per-
ceive, with the presence of many beautiful
( (and glggling) womcn-woulI imagine
that You, sitting here so we'll got up, rali-
ant with artificial mirth, are IA tyne of
4 Millions SIM
'Awtully lucky for you, my boy, there's
/ to be no speech-lnaking continued Skel-
/ ton. We would have had YOU on YOUR de-
! fenceless legs in no TIME
! Have YOU seen the toast-list. crntle-
men asked portly member of the guild.
on my lett, S. he politely offered me card
At the same moment Il note was placed
in my hand. 1t was from the chairman.
'Obtige us. Ne know your ready elo-
quence, Baron struck with your face and
manner. Wishes to hear YOU speak.
Touch up the lions
Snatching out M pencil-ca.e wrote:
Throat imrracticable. uvula cut off this
morning. Should create more sstonish-
ment than interest if forced upon nv legs
| breathed. That peril was ayerted. Nv
spirits rose rs the merry feast proceeded
and began to see more distinctly the hu-
moro'ls side of my little misadventure. The
atmosphere was warm and pleasant. WHY.
l mad been present at many dinner in
the north where men dined. from prefer
cnce, without ther-that is, in kits. True.
had not exactly kilt: but, even were
compelled to stand forth from my present
retirement, the exhibition of knee, the pub-