The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-02-04

visiting in picturesque town near
New York, had descended into the
stream.
Jenny was up in an instant; she
could not help slight scream escap-
ing her as she saw the sudden disappear
ance of her companion. What II he
should be seriously injured by the fall ?
What If he should drown? She ran to
the edge Of the rock, further up toward
the left, where it was not dangerous, and
looked over.
At short distance from shore, with
one hand holding something high above
the water, and the other diligently en-
gagged in supporting himself, appeared
the drenched figure of the preserver OF
the vinaigrette, his countenance cohaid-
erably enlivened by his plunge. Some
what lower down the stream fioated the
fantastic chapeau, and Jenny, in spite
of her alarm, could not entirely repress
a smile as she surveyed the truly roman
tic scene.
ssI've got lt-see!' p gasped Tom, as
soon as he could articulate anything, and
waving the vinaigrettee rather wildly
above his head. The result of this
theatrical display, however, was only to
send him under the surface again, from
whence, after swallowing five or six i'm
mense mouthfuls of water, he presently
emerged ID paroxym Of coughing.
care you hurt, Mr.. Willing? Can I
do anything to assist you?'' called Jenny
from the rock. She didn't know exactly
whether to laugh or cry.
Tom considered the ACCESSIBILITY Of
replying, bnt came to the conclusion
that under the present unfavorable con-
ditions it was more prudent to keep
quiet. His attempt at conversation had
not been happy. So, having at length
recovered his breath, he put his lips
firmly together, and pursued his way,
with somewhat mournful expression
of countenance, toward small rock, a
short distance above the larger one,
which he thought would make good
landing place.
s1'Il go down and help him up said
Miss Jenny to herself, and descending
the bank, reached the rock just in time
to give Tom her hand as he clambered
out of the water.
"There's the Salts" said our hero
rather ungrammatically, and then sitting
down. "Phew-I'm most dead p
'sPoor fellow, did he fall into the
creek, and run the risk of being drown
ed, and swallow ever so many gallons of
water, and get all his new clothes wet,
Just to get bottle of salts for his Polly
wog? ?" and Miss Jenny took off her
shawl and wrapped it carefully around
the young mans shoulders. ''You'H
catch your death Of cold, Mr.. Willing,
if you don't put this on to keep you
warm
SIT feels jolly" said Tom, as Jenny
fastened it under his chin. s'You are
awfully good to bring it along. I've
great mind to kiss you"
s'I wouldn't let you," said Jenny, re-
treating little.
"Give me a snuff at that bottle, any
how2'
"What, this 20 holding up the vinai-
grette.
eyes"
cit would serve you rightly for your
impertinence if you never saw it again,
but considering you have been at SO
much trouble to get it out of the stream
1 suppose I ought to let you have it, %
and she extended it toward him.
Tom ignored the vinaigrette entirely,
but, taking hold of the far, shapely
hand, he laid lis cheek against it for an
instant, and then kissed it softly.
''Dearie, do you know that [ love
you,'' he said PRESENTLY, with a light
laugh
The girl was silent, but he could feel
her hand trembling as he pressed it
once more against his face. Suddenly
he rose and took her in his arms he
felt her heart beat upon his, her dark,
scented hair blown by the summer
breeze about his neck. ssMy own" he
said, as he kissed the rare gypsy face,
eff this is not love which is with us as
we stand together now, there is no love
beneath Gods heaven"
Sweetheart, spoke the girl passion
ately, sit is Gods heaven for me to be
here within your arms" And SO was
their betrothal made.
As Tom remarked before leaving for
the Philadelphia train, on the temporary
parting shortly after, he had certainly
made his proposal under very discour-
aging circumstances of time and dress
but, EavIg been successful, he had