The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-12-02

to act the magician, and awaken young
man to splendor, who fell asleep in poverty.
"Shall we not waken him?" repeated the
lady, persuasively.
"The coach is ready, sir" said the ser
want, behind.
The old couple started, REDEEMED, and
hurried away, mutually wondering that they
should ever have dreamed, of doing any thing
SO very ridiculous. The merchant threw
himself back in the carriage, and occupied
his mind with the plan of magnificent
asylum for unfortunate men of business.
Meanwhile, David Swan enjoyed his nap.
The carriage could not have gone abovs
mile Or two, when pretty girl
came along, with tripping pace, which
sh owed precisely how her little heart WIS
dancing in her bosom. Perhaps it was
this merry kind of motion that caused -
is there any harm in saying itG-her garter
to slip it's knot. Conscious that tie siken
girth--if silk it were was relaxing its
I'D, she turned aside into the shade of
the maple trees, and there found a Young
man asleep by the spring! Blushing as
red as any rose, that she should have in
truded Tito a geItleman's bedchamber, and
for such purpose, too, she was about to
make her escape on tip toe. But there
was peril near the sleeper. A monster oe
q bee had been wandering overhead, buzz,
tuzz, buzz - now among the leaves, now
flashing through the strips Of sunshine,
and now lost in the dark shade, till finally
he appeared to be settling on the eyefid of
David Swan. The sting Of bee is scme
times deadly. As eehearted as she was
innocent, the girl attacked the intruder
with her handkerchief, brushed him sound
ly, and drove him from beneath the maple
shade. How sweet a pcture This good
deed accomplished, with quickened bre ath
and deeper blush, she stole glance at
the youthful stranger for whom she had
been battling with dragon in the mir.
''He is hap dsome, y thought she, and
bushed redder yet.
How could it be that no dream of bliss
grew so strong within him, that, shattered
by its very strength, it should part asunder,
and allow him to preceive the girl among
it's phantoms? Why, at least, did no smile
of welcome brighten upon bis face? She
was coma, the maid whose soul, according
to the old and beautiful idea, had been
vague but passionate desires, he yearned to
meet. Her, only, could ne love with a per
feot love,-him, only, could she receive into
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age was family blushing in the fountain by
his side; should 1t pass away, it's harry
lus're would never glcam upon his life
again.
"How sound he sleers!' murmured the
girl.
She departed, but Gid rot trip along the
read so slightly as when she came.
Now, this girls father was thriving
country merchant in the neighborhood, and
happened, at that identical time, to be look
ng out for just such young man as David
Swan. Had David formed Il wayside ac'
quaintance with the daughter, he would
have become the fathers clerk, and all else
in natural succession. So here again lad
gone fortune-the best of fOrtunes-stolen
30 near that her garments brushed against
him. and be knew nothing of the matter.
The girl was hardly out of sight, when
two men turned aside beneath the maple
shade. Both had dark faces, set off by cloth
caps, which were drawn down aslant over
their brows. Their dresses we're shabby,
yet had certain smartness. These were
couple of ra.cals, who got their living by
" hatever the Devil sent them, and now, in
the interim of other business, and staked
the joint profits of their next piece of vii.
lany on a game of cards, which was to have
been decided here under the trees. But
finding David asleep by the spring, one of
the rogues whispered to his fellow
''Iiist. Do you see that bundle under his
head?"
The other villain nodded, winked, and
lee red.
"I'll bet you horn Of brandy" said the
| first, ''thatthe chap has either, pocket book,
or a snug little hoard of small change,
slowed away among his shirts. And if not
there, We shall find it IN his pantaloons
/ pocket"
bat how if he wakes ~ said the 9TH
/ His comprnion thrust aside his waist coat
/ pointed to the handle of dirk, and nodd-
! ed.
$50 be itl'' muttered the second vii,
/ lain.
They approached the unconscious David
and, while one pointed dagger toward
his heart, the other began to search the
bundle beneath his head. Their two faces
grim, wrinkled, and ghastly with guilt and
/ fear, bent over their victim, looking horr,.
bic enough to be mistaken for fends, should
he suddenly awake. Nay, had the Williams
glanced aside into the spring, even they
would hardly have known themselves, as
reflected there. But David Swan had
never worn a more tranquil aspect, even
when asleep Oh his mothers breast.
Il must take away this bundle" whisp-
cred one
If be stirs, FL strike" muttered the