The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-11-11
Violet Raynor stared at him in amaze

81 suppose you forget who am-that
am Colonel Raynor's daughter, and that
no schoolmaster can turn me out of
school"
Mr.. Mum arose, went to the wardrobe
and took down the coquetish hat and
saque and parasol, carefully deposited
the books in the neat strap, and handed
them to Eer.
''Put your things on, Miss Raynor."
he said, 'tand allow me to open the door
for you, unless, indeed, you prefer to
apologize and behave henceforth in
manner that shall not disgrace the school
and yourself"
apologize, said Violet, who began
to tremble, rejecting on the questions,
that would be asked at home. ''I GER
tainly shall do no such thing. You will
apologize to me before long
Then she put on her hat and walked
slowly to the door.
The whole school followed her with
its many eyes, and she was conscious of
signal defeat.
What could she do, she asked herself,
to turn the table on this conqueror of
hers, and at least set the school laughing
at him before she opened the door.
She had not much chance.
She was very near it, and there was
he, polite and calm as possible, with his
hand on the latch.
Her black eyes danced about her.
Near her was shelf.
On the shelf stood what Violet sup
posed to be an ink-bottle.
To toss the contents in the teachers
face was not very elegant piece of re-
venge, but it would make him look fun
ny and cause shout.
''I'n set you copy before I go, as
well as a bad example, girls" she cried;
and then the contents were dashed in the
teachers face.
Alas
The result was not a laugh-it was
scream of terror as the young man rolled
in terrible agony upon the floor.
Mr.. Mum taught a class of chemistry
IN the school room on Saturday after
moons, and this shelf was devoted to the
articles needful for his study.
1t was a bottle of some terrible acid
which Violet Raynor had taken in her
hands, and had flung it full into poor
Henry Munn's blue eyes.
She was beside him on her knees now,
crying and praying, and voming her igno-
rance of the contents of the bottle ;7and
he amidst his agony, found voice to as
sure her that he believed her, before he
lost all consciousness.
Eight weeks after this, a young man
lay upon the pillows in the spare room
of Colonel Raynor's house.
He was thin and worn, and there was
an indelible scar on his forehead, and
one of his blue eyes was closed forever,
but matters were better than had been
hoped for a long time, for he had been
expected to be utterly blind.
Beside him sat young girl.
1t was Violet Raynor.
She was also little worn, and her
whole manner seemed altered.
She had been reading to him.
Now, in the twilight, she put the book
down and looked at him with tears in
her eyes.
''Mr. Num-" said she, 81 have want
ed to say something to you for long
time, but feared to agitate you. Now
you are SO much better, L must say it.
If could live over that old school
time, would be so very different, in
deed, I would. am SO ashamed of all
that. And as for this that I have done
30 you, L shall never be happy for an
hour. never am"
"Violet," said Henry, ST beg you will
not approach yourself so much. You
only meant to tease me, not to hurt me,
and then 1 shall not be blind. I have
been thanking God all day, that shall
not be blind.''
She burst into tears.
''You patient angel" she said. "But
you'll hate me always, I know. I de-
serve that
Xate you?" he said.
In he paused.
''I shall never forget my gentle nurse"
he said, ''the kind girl who has never
forgotten me all those reeL..''
He took her hand,
eff could do you some great good, !"
she said, something to compensate for
the harm have done-but there is no.
thing"
''There is something" he said, and
then sighed.
''There might be something
Then she blushed rosy red, and knelt
down beside him.
s'Win you kiss me, Violet?" he said.
She kissed him once on the lips, and
once on the red scar on his forehead.
Then Mrs. Raynor came in with his
tea and toast.
But Violet went to sleep happy that
night, and Henry had such dream that
he thought he must be dead and in hea-
ven.
And in the spring the two were mar
ried.
Violet Raynor was her fathers only
| daughter, and could do as she pleased
with him and he did not wait to die be-
| fore he made her rich.
Wild now2
Oh, dear, no.
The sweetest, most ladylike little wo-
man, and the two are as utterly happy