The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-08-08

Of course, Bellenden did net come into
town any more. Why should he? He
had nc client there-and suit here which
must not be suffered to go by default.
What duets at the pianol what strolls in
the garden what walks by moonlight
what rides at sunset 1t was fairy exis-
tence. But in the sweetest cup of pleas
ure, suryit aaaars altqu5d-and coiling a. the
bottom of his beaker of bliss, lay a serpent
thought that all this fairy scene would
soon vanish like a sufiimer-day dream.
With the birds and flowers the Greetings
would be gone-he had three months Of
enjoyment before him. Three monthsl he
had not twenty-foGr hours.
The next morning Bellenden was stroll
ling in the garden, waiting for Miss Grey
ling to join him, when the omnibus STOP
ped at the door, and out of that omnibus
"a vision of dread--alighted Mr.. Bellen-
den, senior.
"Ycu here, sir?" exclaimed the young
man.
''You here, sir?" exclaimed the father.
GLOW came you to think of opening the
house? Did you get word that I was
eomingF"
''No, sir; but thought you wouldn't
dislike it."
'FNot at all. You've saved me deal
of trouble Servants here?"
Yes, sir.
"Well well, let's get out of the SUM-"
replied Mr.. Bellenden, impatiently.
zone moment, sir Ihave some friends
pie, | assure you, sir-the Greetings
you know them?" he added, anxiously
No, but Pve heard the name"
GIVE kept you waiting" cried Miss
Greyling, running down the steps of the
piazza in charming walking dress, "but
am quite ready now" She stopped
suddenly, and blushed, on perceiving a
stranger.
MY father, Miss Greyling."
Il am happy to see you, sir. Won't
you walk in2"
'Hospitable," muttered Bellenden, see
ing that it's my house."
F'Miss Greyling," said young Bellenden,
nervously, 81 am very sorry that | must
deny myself the pleasure of walking with
you, but my father-I--pray excuse me-"
ooh, certainly, certainly Don't make
any apologies. l couldn't think of going
now. Pray walk in, sir. You'll dine
with US, hope sir?"
81 rather think I shall, young lady,"
answered Belienden senior, coolly.
you're dusty and tired, father" said
young Bellenden, who dreaded discov-
cry. won't you walk up into my
roome"
"No, SIR" replied Bellenden, senior,
peremptorily. 81 want to see how the
drawingroom looks. With what taste
your poor mother, had she been alive,
would have furnished it"
And tossing his hat on the table he
walked into the long drawing room, fol
lowed by his son and Miss Greyling.
MY father and mother, Mr.. Bellen
den," said the young lady, getting before
him and performing the ceremony Of il
PRODUCTION.
Mr. Greyling had fallen asleep uncon-
sciously on the ottoman, and sank from a
sitting to recumbent position. He start
ed up, rubbing his eyes.
6 BLESS me, what solecism! I'm afraid
| was vulgar enough to dose, Mr.. Bellen-
den. Pm very happy to see you. My
wife. Pray sit down, sir"
'Thank you, sir, 1 prefer walking
about" replied Mr.. Bellenden, senior. !"
" Curse his impudence," he muttered to
his son. "Sleeping with his boots on my
cut velvet ottoman. Asking me to be
seated in my house ~
He's rather eccentric" whispered
young Bellenden, "but most amiable of
men,"
My father" he said, in low tone,
addressing Greyling, {" is odd very pecu-
liar-but you mustn't mind him.
"You will dine with us en- .tianaazle. :"
said Mrs. Greyling-a very amiable and
polished old lady, by the way.
q intend to, madam, certainly" re-
piled Bellenden, senior, who was strolling
about the room, examining the furniture,
and occasionally changing the place of a
chair, card table, or a vase.
:" Travelling makes one hungry, and as
the country probably produces the same
effect on you, | shall make no apology
for ordering dinner" And he rang the
bell. A smart man-servant answered it,
DINNER directly, SAM" said Mr.. Bel
ienden, senior.
flames, sir" replied the man, with
dignity, and looking with an inquiring air
to Mr.. Greyling
''Serve the dinner if it is ready, James, :"
said Mr.. Greyling, smothering his indig-
nation.
"Confound his impudencer said he to
himself. "Does he presume to give orders
to my servants?"
"Hang his insolencel" whispered Mr.
Bellenden 20 his son. Must he tell my
people what to do?"
Dinner was soon announced. Mr.. Bel
lenden, senior, offered his arm TO Mrs.
Greyli1g. Young Bellenden sailed in
in the rear Mr. Bellenden, senior, hand
ed the old lady to her place with great
gallantry, and seated himself opposite to
her to the establishment, Indignation and
disgust of old Greyling, who would have
broken out in circumstances if mis- daugh-
ter had not restrained him. Young Bel
londen clutched his napkin in agony.
Mr.. Bellenden, senior, did the honors
of the table with easy nonchalance, but
all the other members of the family labor
ed under singular restraint, and the
ladies sought the earliest opportunity of
retiring.
"Now, James," said Mr.. Bellenden,
senior, 1.-The champagnei"
Really, Mr.. Bellenden," stammered
Greyling, but the words fairly choked
him; he leaned back in his chair, and I'M
loosed his cravat. The poor man looked
quite apoplectic.
James handed Mr.. Bellenden bottle,
the wire was cut, the cork bounced out
perversely, and smote Mr.. Greyling on
his rather prominent Roman nose.
"a random shot. I beg thousand
pardons," said Mr.. Bellenden, bowling.
And he passed foaming beaker to the
irritated merchant.
q don't drink champagne" said Grey
ling, testify. james, give me some
claret"
THAT'S right, Mr.. Greyling, call for
what YOU like" said Bellenden. ''Noth-
ing gives me greater pleasure than to see
people make themselves at home"
Il should think so, sir" replied Grey
ling, dryly, as he slipped his wine in angry
gulps."
"The cellar is pretty well stocked, eh,
William ?'' pursued Mr.. Bellenden, ad-
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