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

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replied Caverly, shaking his head 81
see your drift, but
81 don't want to be butted tell me /"
eyes, I guess SO; but
''Confound butts. Now, my melan
oholy jacques, if you want me to take
hand in this little affair, do just as I
tell you, and if Madge Bane amt Mrs.
Caverly before New Year, it will be a
clear case of funk on your part. Are
you really desperate? because you want
to be; and if you are not you must cul
tivate your desperation"
81 wish you wouldn't trife, Tom
$50 home and go to bed, old boy
Leave me for day or two to think out
my little plan. In the mean time, to
disarm suspicion, tell the beauteous one
that she must be yielding little to the
old curmudgeon's solicitation. And as
for yourself, don't neglect to feed up
the desperation Read Ivanhoe, Dick
Turpin, and every blood-and- beauty
dime novel you can get hold Of, MY
lord, the enterview is at an end"
Caverly knew his friend SO well that
he.was satisfied Tom really had hit upon
some way Of weathering the obstacles !;
and after some few observation or other
subjects, he took his leave.
For long time Tom Bubbles bit his
finger nails and stared at the fire. Sud
denly he jumped up, tossed on his coat
and hat, and ran out of the room, say
ing quietly to himself, ''I've got it, by
lingo 70
THE VICTIMS.
"Madge, come over here" The
speaker was huge, grumpy-looking in
dividual, seated in an armchair before
a miserable abortion of fire, in a big
room of the grim old house alluded to
by Harry Caverly. Richard Bane, or
Old Bane, as he was more generally cal
led, looked very much like self-con-
ceited porpoise. His head was so alb
solutely bald and shiny that it looked as
if it had just been polished and varnish-
ed. His eyes were small, and so widely
separated by his broad, clumsy looking
nose, that it was difficult to take them
both in at the same glance. Lips large
and fabby, the under one expanded up
ward and outward by deep, wide chin,
that merged insensibly in a bull neck.
A paunchy man with long arms, big hands
and short legs; and voice whose mild
est tones spoke the tyrant and the ego
fist.
Madge Bane, his nice, to whom he adj
dressed himself, approached him quietly.
A tall, graceful blonde she was, and one
who evidently knew the value of Access
series in the way of dress, for her pearl
colored silk was cut in the most graceful
though perhaps not the most fashion
able style; her jewelry rich and unob-
trusive-everything about her indicat-
ing woman of taste and refinement,
while her face was a happy blending of
sweetness and frmness.
"What is it Uncle ?" she asked, as she
seated herself near him.
''Mr. Jarbey will be here tonight,
and must have decided answer from
your own lips. Do you understand %
''But why this haste, Uncle 90
ono nonsense, Miss Because I wish
it-that must be reason enough for you"
ooh, Uncle, please, please do not
urge me to answer him definitely to-
night, of all other nights; the last of the
year.
''And pray why not the last'night of
the year % the old man exclaimed angri,
ly, turning his moon face full upon her,
while his little eyes seemed to grow
smaller but more fiery. 81 suppose
some sentimental absurdity about that
good-for-nothing spoon Of yours, Caver-
~, whom you first came across this time
twelve monts. Conceited puppy 20
For moment CLEAN of quick pas
sion swept over the sweetness of her
| deep blue eyes, but was suddenly
quenched, as she replied in conciia-
tory voice: "Not that, Uncle. But in
truth [ can scarcely yet give him the
answer you wish me to. Can he not
wait for few days, at least, and by that
time will be fully prepared"
''Girl, you will drive me crazy Have
you not almost given me your consent,
what is the use of this preposterous
dilly-dallying? AS for my wishing it
done tonight, what business is that of
yours? But if you must have, it is this:
that tomorrow Mr.. Jarbey becomes my
partner, and your acceptance of him
I