The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-06-19
from one to the other.
To tell you "a secret, faltered Mari

Halt, there 7 said Mordaunt, in his
most commanding tones. | know the
ground. You don't. Fitzmaurice will you
favor us?'
Once more the young man offered to
retire. Again Marigold with an imperi-
GUS gesture forced him to remain.
Hal said Sir Mordaunt ''As you
will. Duty must be done, break what
heads-hearts, l mean-we may. Fitz-
maurice, am blunt old fellow and
man of few words. As my ward insists
on regarding you as of our council, have
to inform you. sir, that | am here at the
earnest desire of my old fried, her uncle,
to prepare her for an offer of marriage,
which meets with his entire approval.
'Marriage!' groaned Fitzmaurace.
APPROVAL echoed Marigold family.
IL think you must have mistaken him,
my dear sir, she presently added. At
least, / can assure you, that no later than
last night he remarked to me that he did
not wish me to marry.
Nor does he, for his own sake, re-
piled her guardian. The thought is most
distateful to him.
Still, he might have told me himself,
My dear, he had not the pluck, in
terrupted Sir Mordaunt, hastily; be
knew it was his duty. but, my dear child,
that lofty sense of duty which, in men
Of the stamp Of the illustrious Well
Well, well, [ mean that he cannot always
answer to the spur. After leaving the
house this morning. he felt more than
once tempted to retur-
SO remarked, 'muttered Fitzmaurice
Punch decided it.
And tell you all. As luck would
have it, we met at the street corner. He
told me all his trouble. volunteered for
the forlorn hope, and here am, not a
little surprised, l must own, added the
old baronet, to find Captain Fitzmaurice
III tuC DclOIc hit.
And may ask, Sir Mordaunt,' said
Miss Cornish haughtily, who is tie gen.
tleman whose advances are so discreetly
covered by your generalship
Cannot you guess? Young. rich,
we'll looking and accomplished. Never.
theless, so far as he is concerned don't'
said Sir Mordaunt, care an empty
cartridge case whether he is successful OF
no. My duty with the breaking of it te
you-duty, | mean, to your good uncle
whose heart he has wholly won. It's
young Mr.. Stichelbach.'
Mr.. Stichelbach ! echoed Marigold.
He never we always-one sometimes
Thinks him donkey said her guar.
dian frankly. Il seems, however, thai
he can do one thing, which las made
your uncle his own. You are aware of the
latter's partiality for the drama?'
But Mr.. Stichel-"
Yes he has, snapped Sir Mordaunt,
anticipating the doubt, he has written
what your uncle declares to be the finest
dramatic effort of modern times. The hero
ia lobster =
"A lobster
Which, continued Sir Mordaunt,
while it somewhat augments the author
difficulties in dealing with the more SEN
timental passages, opens to the scenic
artist, wardrobe keeper, and property
man vista of triumphs. hitherto sternly
denied them Chats from the preface) /.
Now, my dear, you know your uncle s
opinion that good tragedy being the
highest effort of which the human intel
lect is capable, so the man who writes
one night, if he pleased, secure similar
astonishing triumph in any other and
lesser line to which his gigantic intelli-
gence might stoop. Sticelbach's piece is
accepted, and will De produced, they tell
me as soon as theatre can be erected of
sufficient extent to do it justice. The cost
of mounting of it will not be excessive
some thirty thousand pounds Now, my
dear child, it is a part of my duty to
criticise your uncle's tastes and opinions.
l can only place the facts before you.
This young fellow has succeeded in win
ming his admiration and regard, and to
your own kind heart and sense of duty l
commit the result
There was dead silence in the room
for minute after the conclusion of Sir
Mordaunt's speech. 1t was broken by
Marigold, who, raising her sunny face,
asked the singular question:
Sir Mordaunt, you hav seen this play
of Mr.. Stichelbac's. Is it really an effort
of genius? Would you, for example.
class !. With Shakespeare
'Ahem, said Sir Mordaunt. We'll,
Shakespeare and Stichelbach, my love.
are the lights of different ages. These
are unquestionably points of resemblance,
striking points Josiah's play is in five
acts. So were Shakespeare The Swan
OF Avon wrote in blank verse. In blank
ness, Josiah equals, if he does not beat
him hollow. In exalted sentiment,it may
be that-but my friend Cornish, you
know, regards as the highest drama that
which appeals most strongly, most direct
", to the general sympathies. Richard
son, sir, he once remarked to me, and,
perhaps FitzbaIl, were the greatest dra-
matists of the last generation. Has any
one excited more emotion, provoked more
conjured up more terror, kind
ed more generous sentiments, stimulated |
NOR desperate courage, than these great |
men? Show me, sir, similar mastery |
over the seethinG passions of any audi
ence in theatre of our own dayl Who |
was it that first taught US the true value
and influence upon society Of the theatre |
al ghost? Why, Richardson. Who
proved that the addition of letters and |
incompatible with i'm
material existence-only enhanced the |
l.