The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-06-19
From All the Year Round.
A SUCCESSFUL TRAGEDY.

from All the Year ROUND.
A SUCCESSFUL TRAGEDY.
"A phenomenon Behold an officer
of the Royal Irish blushing to the roots
of his hair?" said Captain Fitzma urice,
laughing, as the servant who had an
nounced him closed the door and left him
with Miss Marigold Cornish.
And the reason?" inquired the
young lady. settling herself with real Gu
riosity to hear the confession comforta-
bly,.
thought your excellent uncle would
never 60 - said the young man. l have
been following his eccentric evolutions
this half hour, and have arrived. dear
Narigold, at the conviction that-that
lurking and lodging are not in my line.
As detective am nowhere. Listen
Mr.. Cornish left tie house with an air of
resolution and business that completely
threw me off my guard. I followed. and
was all but spotted on the instant IT.
resolution attacked him. He stopped,
seemed about to return, did return pace
Or two, resumed his way, halted, examin-
ed his left boot, lit cigar, crossed the
street for the express purpose, as it SEEM
ed, of returning. drawled, was about to
march away, but became immovably fixed
to the spot by-what do you suppose? A
Punch
My uncle is frantic in theatricals p
said Marieold, laughing.
But Punch -
His views are liberal. From Mac
ready to Punch. provided there be trag.
edy, my dear uncle is child in the
dramas clutch You have noticed
that?'
Perhaps" said Fitzmaurice. "But
on this occasion, dying with Impotence,
l."
81 was impatient, too" said Mari
gold in low voice. =" Yes, Charles, 1
could not help writing. l was most
anxious to see you, for few moments,
without the chance of interruption. l
have had conversation with my uncle,
aud"
He has relented p
Nothing of the sort. At first he in
timated that be did not wish me to
marry at ALL"
Did he vouchsafe his excellent rea-
son?'
He merely alleged, generally thar in
bis opinion girls were generally happier
unmarried. But suppose, uncle, said
/, 'one makes love match E 'Luciter
match 7 said my uncle, spark smoke,
burnt fingers! Pshau, my girl. there's
no love after marriage That vexed me,
and [ said no more
Marigold, my darling. do you believe
your uncle ?" asked the young man
gravely.
But. Charles. if it does not happen
sol" said poor Marigold doubtfully.
Meyer, never--that is, with a real |
love,a love like mine. There are people, |
dear, who have owned that they never
knew what love is till they had been three
or four years his bound apprentices 70
Ha," said Miss Carnish, "a little star
tied at the boldness ofthe theory. but,
Charles, there is something else. When
my uncle said he did not wish me to
marry, he had (now of this am sure) a
mental reservation-unless my choice
were also his own
!" Has he some project, think you ?"
asked the young soldier anxiously.
% fear So
We must discover it," said Fitzmau.
rice. "Stay. Is not Sir Mordaunt
Drury great ally of bis? p
Yes; and of mine,' replied Mari
gold "he is joint guardian with my
uncle, and can influence him much, if he
will"
He will-he shall-he must !! said
the sanguine lover. Does he call often?'
The words had hardly left his lips when
o short but imperative knock resounded
from the street door.
That is he 7 cried Marigold. clapping
her hands. A hopeful augnry 7
Unannounced-a fancy in which he
was allowed to indulge-Sir Mordaunt
Drury quickly rolled into the room. He
was burly, rather military looking old
gentleman, with manner ESQ far as he
found it praoticable) formed on that of
the late Duke of Wellington, whose cos
tune, blue frock and white trousers. he
invariably wore. and whose peculiar
manner of turning salutes, with two
fingers and half, he had mastered to
the very life.
This is an early visit, my DEAR he
said, after shaking hands with both of his
young friends; but duty-duty, as
great man said, before everything. Cap
tain Fitzmaurioe, consider yourself reGev.
ed. My business with our little com.
mander-in- chief will be best dispatched
without your cooperation
Fitzmaurice rose.
On the contrary, dear Sir Mordaun..'
interposed Marigold, quickly, his pres
ence Is absolutely necessary. Do you
know that We we're about 20 send for
your
10 send for me?' repeated Sir Nor.
daunt, rather suspiciously, as he looked