The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-05-12

to such terribly trying affairs as party dim
ner, and it 10 quite enough to be obliged to 60 |
The head Of the Criggles house was in glo--
rious humor; Gen. Yinweeski was jocose ana
field; Col. Dolickem devoted himself with
ardor to entertain the charming Rosina, and
was freesingly polite and patronizing to MT MI.
off upon simpering Miss Boggles. lost his
tongue and became morose. In one OF those
alarming luls which you have no doubt OBJ
common to a large assembly, and, like sndden
lulls in the wind. often presage heavy blow,
the eye of Miss Boggles accidently fell npon
the rose yet blushing in the button-hole of Mr..
Basher's waistcoat. -
q. h! what q beautiful rose, Mr.. Basher,"
cried that enthusiastic young lady.
beautiful and-ah-" look at Rosina-"andT
ali"
every red, you would say, Mr.. Basher, would
ing all his teeth, yet not smiling CT laughing
"No!" Numbered Basher. "Precious~
| "Oh beg Thousand pardons. Precious!
Yon would not part with it now, Mr.. Basher,
would You, even for a lady's smileT The
colonel was evidently determined to spur Miss
"Not for my hearts blood" fervently ejacu-
lated Mr.. Basher. Rosina's glance ut him
brought out that sentence unbroken, and for
| q moment left the colonel quite Disconnected.
Returning, however, like q veteran to the
charge, he rejoined with swapping eyes, (snap-
ping is just the word so don't interrupt me)
hapsi -,
Yes, if you'll engage to sled it-ha-"
"9os with it, man." cried the general
way of fghtingw
Colonel Dolickem was confused and bafled
. There's not doubt of it. How could he say
that he was not ready to shed the last drop OF
3 his blood to obtain possession of that rose
coming, as it did; from the hand of Rosina
f Vainly beating his brains for an evasive reply
!, he could do nothing meanwhile but carry two
' or three mouthfuls from his plate to his mouth
/. after that ugly fashion of his, as you know
rule, it is not the thing, as have already said
# to feed ones self with ones knife. As par
y ticular and special rule, never attempt it wher
you'll cut yourself That is why the colonel
his hand trembling with suppressed rage, Gu
. himself. In vain he attempted to hide it; tn
n quickly seen by that irrepressible Miss Boggle
who cried out in alarm:
l. 40 Colonel Dolickem! You have cut your
IT selfw
J. "Done, donew cried the general. "Chival
10 ~, my dear colonel, had no knight like you
!, Blood is shed at the first blast of the trumpet
If and according to the most extraordinary term
r. of this fray, by your own hand. Basher
you're conquered. Sacrifice the rosew
:" Poor Bashor did as he was hidden. ant
" slowly, with great reluctance, drew the howe
from its place. and held cross the table for tn
u colonel's acceptance, saying at is the great
est sacrifce-ha-I-ha-eve
r. "Mr. Basher," said Rosina, with an approx
to ing smile, "you are the soul of honor"
v. But the colonel needed not the outstretche
:" arm of Mr.. Basher, aud the rose for which h
IN hled, / am sorry to say, dropped from Nm NJ,
. could the colonel dot Nothing, l think, bu
Il what he did-rise with a lofty and majesti
air, look black thunder-cloud of wrath g
Sc Mr.. John Basher say to Papa Criggles, wit
,u his handkerchief to his mouth, Under the Gil
es cumstances," and then get out of the house
es and into a towering passion as he drove hom
a Next day he took the first train for Washin:
ton.
II was in the conservatory again, at abou
or 2:2O A. NJ, that Mr.. John Basher tried if I'll
,r timid and trusting Rosina Criggles could II
W, fuse him. She couldn't, as have already toll
H. you. He got far "Wll you have" an
re she added, "Me for your own" and there W:
IT. an end of it.
$50 the sacrifice of Mr.. Basher did Lot CO.
Dr. sist in popping the question !"
to 'By no means Who ever said it did'"
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