The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-03-27
LOVE ON A Log.

LOVE ON A LOG.
"Miss Becky Newton"
well sir "
"Wili you marry nue. p
mo | won't"
Very well; then don't, that's ALL
Mr.. Fred Eckerson drew away bis
chair. and putting his feet ON the piazza.
unfolded newspaper. Miss Becky
Newton bit her lip and went on with her
sewing. She wondered if that was 60
ing to be the last of it. She had felt this
proposal coming for nearly month but
the scene she had anticipated was not at
all like this. She had intended to refuse
him, but IT was to be done gracefully.
She was to remain firm, Notwithstanding
his most eager entreaties She was to
have told him that though respecting his
manly worth and upright character, she
never could be to him moro than an ap-
preciative and earnest friend. She had
Intended to shed few tears, perhaps, as
he knelt wfithing il agony Of supplica-
ton at her 1eet- But instead. he had
asked her the simple question, without
any rhetorical embellishments, and on be
ing answered, plunged at once into his
newspaper, as thought he had merely In
CURED the time Of day. She could have
cried with vexation.
l on will never have better chance"
he continued after a pause, as he deliber-
ateiy turned over the sheet to find the
latest telegraph news.
A better chance for what p she asker
shortly.
"A better chance to marry young.
good looking man, whose gallantrv 70
the sex is only exceeded by his bravery
in their defense
Fred was quoting from his newspaper,
but Miss Newton did not know it.
Aud whose egotism Is ouly exceeded
by his lmpudenee, retorted the lady sar-
castically.
Before long, continued Fred, you'll
be out of the market Your chances
you know, are getting simmer every day.
Sir |"
1T won't be long before you are in
eligible. You viii grow old and wrink-
led, ard
Such rudeness to lady sir, is mon
strous, exclaimed Miss Newton, rising
hastily, and biushing to the temples.
1 II give you final opportunity, Miss
Becky. Will you mar
Not IT you were the King of Eng
land, interrupted Miss Newton. throw
ing down her work. Il am not accus-
toned TO such insults, sir.
And so saying, she passed into the
house and slammed the door behind her
She is never so handsome as when she
Is IN rage, thought Fred to himself,
after she had gone, as he slowly folded up
his paper and replaced it in his pocket.
| was fool to goad her so; I shall never
WIN her in that way. But III have her.
he exclaimed, aloud. By Heaven, I'll
have her, cost what it may
Very different was the Fred Ecke-son
o. the present, pacing, nervously up and
down the piazza. from the Fred Ecker
son of few moments ago, receiving the
dismissal from the woman he loved, with
such calm and In perturbable exterior
For he loved Becky Newton with all his
heart. The real difficulty in the way. as
be more than half suspected, was not SO
much with himself as in his rocket
Becky Newton had an insupersble obiec-
ton to an empty waller. The daughter
OF wealthy Louisiana planter. reared
In luxury, and the recipient of weekly
allowance Of pin money sufficient to paw
Fred 5 whole bills for a mouth, she had
no Immediate idea Of changing her situa-
ton for one OF less comfort and ip6epep-
dence. Besides, it had been intimated
to her that neighboring planter of I'M
aristocratic lineage had looked upon her
with coyetous eyes. To Be sure he was
old and ugly, but he was rich and in her
present mercenary state of mind, Miss
Becky Newton did not desire to allow
such chance Of becoming a wealthy
widow to slip by unimproyed.
But alas for human naturel If Beck
was really so Indifferent to Fred Ecker
son, why did she run up stairs after that
interview, and take the starch ali out OF
her nice clean pillow shams by crying
herself into Mysteries on the bed {? 1t was
not all wrath. not all vexation, not all
pique. There was someyhere deep down
in Becky Newton heart feeling very
much akin to remorse. She was not sure
that she would not one day be sorry for
what she had done. She had no doubt
she could be very happy as Fred Ecker
sons wife, after ALL
But them" she cried, growing ho.
With the recollection. he was so rude,
anu SO insulting - | never could live
with such mau-uever.'
When Fred Eckersor had walked off
some Of his feeling on the piszza he CON
eqiss t2 take tdoa Ut sis. ,isss. Ibr