The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-02-20
night / read them all to Pedro.

that opinion.
Our voyage wore on, one day just
like another. My brother looked at the
sun every day. and put down Jew
cabalistic figures ON slate, but his steady
business was reading novels to his wife,
and drinking weak claret and water.
1t seemed matter of course to my
brother that the desired port, Bombay,
should heave in sight just when he ex
pected it, but to me the efforts that he
had made to accomplish this tremendous
result, seemed very ridiculously small.
ST have done more work in week,
and had nothing to show for it at last,
said [, than you have seemed to do in
all this voyage"
Poor sister! Don't you wish you
were a mani"
Certainly all women do, who have
any sense. l hold with that ancient
father of the church, who maintained
that all women are changed into. men on
the judgment day. The council said it
was heresy. but that don't alter my
faith"
81 shouldn't like you half as well if
you had been born boy" said Frank.
''But I should like myself vastly bet
ter" said I, clinging to the last word.
Bombay is a city by itself; there is
none like it on earth, whatever there
may be in the heaven above, or in the
waters under it. I felt myself living in
series of pictures. a sort of supernu-
merary in theater, where they changed
the play every night.
One of the first who boarded our ship
was Mr.. Rayne, an old friend of Frank 8.
He insisted on our going to his house
for a few days, in a warm hearted way
that vas irresistible.
"Are you quite sure you want me p
I said obviously. young married PEG
pie make a kind of heaven for them
selves. and do not want old maids look
ing over the WALL"
but you must 60 with us" said
Frank, man-like, never seeing anything
but the uppermost surface Of question
'Not at all; I'm quite strongminded
enough to stay on board ship; or, il
that would not do in this heather place,
the missionaries are always ready to en-
terrain strangers A week in the mis-
sion house would make me forever a
shining light in the sewing circle at
home"
IA woman of so many resources
would be welcome anywhere. For my
part, an old maid is a perfect godsend.
The genus is unknown here, and the
loss to society is immense" said Mr..
Rayne.
"But what shall I do when Mrs.
Rayne and my sister-in-law are compar-
ing notes about the projections of their
husbands?''
walk on the veranda with me, and
convert me to woman suffrage"
Mr.. Rayne had his barouche waiting
on shore. and drove us first to the band
stand, where, in the GOODNESS of sunset,
all the Bombay world meets to see and
to be seen. People drove slowly round
tho circle, seeking acquaintance Among
them one equipage was perfeet-a small
basket phaeton, and two black ponies.
groomed within an inch of their lives.
My eyes fell upon the ponies first, but l
saw them no more when the lady who
drove them turned her face toward me.
She wore ose-ftting black velvet
habit, and little round hat with long
black feather. Her hair might have
been black velvet, too. as it fell low on
her forehead, and was fastened somehow
behind in heavy coil. Black brows
and lashes shaded clear gray eyes-the
softest gray, without the least tint of
green in thcm-such eyes as Quaker
maidens ought to have under their grey
bonnets. Little rose colored Pushes
kept coming and going in her cheeks as
she talked.
All at once I thought of Queen GUM
ever.
Gas she fed fast thro sun and shade
With jingling bride reins."
''Mr. Rayne do you see that lady in
black, with the ponies?''
Plainly"
'lf l were man, that women would
be my fate"
Il thought women never admired each
others beauty
You are mistaken. Heretofore
have met beautiful women only in poe
Try. Do you remember four lines about
Queen Guinevere-no, six lines, mean ?
She looked so lovely, as she swayed
The rein with dainty dnger-tps
man had given all other bliss,
And all this worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
81 always thought them overstrained
ill now"
Il perfectly agree with you,'' said Mr..
Rayne Il knew we were cougenial
spirits. Then he said word or two in
. diabolical language to his groom, who
an to the carriage which had been
and repeated it to the lady.
She bowed and smiled to Mr.. Rayne,
md soon drew up her ponies beside us.
"My wife," said Mr.. Rayne, with
aughter in his eyes,
Mrs. Rayne talked much like other
people, and her beauty ceased to dazzle
ne after few minutes. When the mu-
nc stopped. we drove to Mr.. .Raynes
house, his wife keeping easily beside us.
When she was occupied with the others.
hr. Rayne whispered: "Her praises
we're SO sweat in my ears that | would
not own myself Sir Lancelot at once"
IF you are Sir Lancelot.'; ! said,
where is King Arthur %
Forty fathoms deep, I hope" said
Mr.. Rayne, with sudden change in his
7oice, and darkening face. I had
-alsed ghost for him without knowing