The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-02-11

Old Bane got up from mis- chair. as
the door closed behind her, and walking
up and down the room rubbed his shiny
pate with his broad paw, muttering to
himself:
"Confound her. I don't quite under
stand her complaisance. [ did not
think it would be SO easy to get that
puppy, Caverly, out of her head. I al
ways thought she had more spirit. Well
what fool am. Things going just as
L want them, and yet uneasy. Her con-
sent once given and all will be well, and
no one out he viii know how her fortune
has been used. Then the marriage can
be hurried np-but, good heavens if
she wee to die in the meantime" The
old man shuddered as the bare POSSIBLE
ty OF having to account to the Beastly
Institution Gas he called the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals)
came into his mind.
Meantime Madge hurried to her room
with anything but miserable demeanor.
"Well, Kitty she said, as she enter
ed her chamber, ''have you got every
thing ready 90
almost, Miss. Your trunks are all
packed, and the jewel-box slowed away
out of sight, and the rope ladder ready
to throw out of the window. What time
is it, please, Miss ?''
'Just five O'clock replied Madge,
looking at her watch '.What time was
the carriage to be there %
'sSix, precisely, Miss
"And how is Johnson getting on 90
ooh, by this time almost drunk as a
fool. l left him ten minutes ago, and
the bottle Mister Bubbles gave him was
MORN half drunk up. And, indeed, he
had the impertinence to try an kiss me,
which shows him pretty well gone.'
81 don't know, Kitty" laughed Madge
81 have known very sober, sensible
young men try to kiss those plump lips
of yours-Mr. Tom Bubbles, for in
stance"
ooh, nonsense, Miss" replied her
maid, blushing to the temples; ''sure |
boxed his ears well for it.
''Well, let me see % Illuminated Madge
looking round her. ''There is my dress
all ready. The carriage will be there
at six. Mr.. Jarbey comes down by the
fve-forty train. Fifteen minutes to get
here from the depot will make it quar-
ter past six. Now, then, Kitty, I think
you might be getting yourself ready
while write the terrible revelation to
my tender hearted guardian, and leave
it where his little eyes won't fail to see
It,"
At a quarter past six o'clock p. NJ, on
the thirty first day of December, 1874,
Mr.. Luke Jarbey drew near the iron
gateway of the garden surrounding the
grim old house. He was shallow
looking, tail man of about forty, re-
markable for nothing but an ugly, cum
ning-looking face, which he never turn
ed, and way of darting sidelong chances
to The right and left from under his
thick, black eyebrows, as he advanced.
And SO it happened that Mr.. Jarbey,
with one of these sudden sidelong chances
caught sight of close carriage standing
a little way down a narrow lane which
ran obliquely from the main road, near
ly opposite to the gateway. And, fur
thermore, with q s1delong glance in the
other direction, he observed that the
iron gates when barred the entrance to
the grounds, and which hitherto had
never to his knowledge been left I'M
closed stood wide open. Pausing for a
moment in the roadway to try to 'sput
that and that together his breath was
almost taken from him to notice lady
in travelling dress run hastily out of the
gateway, cross the road, dash down the
lane and jump quickly into the carriage,
the door of which was swung open, as
she approached, by an unseen occupant.
All this took place SO rapidly, and the
faint starlight revealed it so indistinctly,
that before he recovered himself the
driver of the carriage had cracked his
whip and driven off at the utmost speed.
Then but too late, he found voice to
shout "stop! stop!' at the highest pitch.
No attention was paid to his cries. He
had recognized Madge Bane's dress as
the figure fitted past, and the knowl-
edge that she escaped him drove HIM
into perfect frenzy. Like one pos
sessed, he dashed open the door of the
gardeners cottage inside the gates, dis
covering Johnson in a drunken stupor,
his head Iv1no on the table one hand