The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-11-09

thousands. He awakened with shivel
for the window was open and it was get
ting light. It was too soon for the shop
to open, but he hurried on his clothes
and ran over to his friend, the milkman,
and impa-ted his good news. His friend
shook him by the hand warmly and con.
graduated him on his good luck.
''I hope uncle will give mo this day
off, ;" sighed John, ''for I must go and
see my benefactor.
sIll attend to that, /" replied the milk
man. 'I'll see your uncle for you, and
explain matters. Leave it all to me-"
"How good you are" answered John.
s'We'H take milk from you-that is,
when I marry Mr.. Parsons daughter.
May. Oh! we'll be good customers, in
| deed.'
The milkman saw John Cady's uncle,
and made matters SO easy that when he
asked for leave it was granted at once,
and half a dollar was also placed in his
hand, with injunctions not 10 spend too
much money.
Oh! how wildly John Cady's heart
throbbed rs he got into the street car
and began his journey to G.
Three o'clock found him standing on
Phineas Parsons doorstep. Was May
expecting him A servant opened the
door John enternd. The odor of a fine
dinner pervaded the house. MIR. Parsons
was waiting dinner. What an excellent
man!
Walking into the parlor, which was
beautifully furnished, John carelessly
threw himself on a cherry colored bro
catel sofa, and began to build castles.
Presently the servant returned.
care you the boy from Lasts, the
bootmaker2" she asked.
John wanted to brain her on the spot,
but he didn't dare do it.
'"The what ?" John cried. The blood
flew to his face-he was getting angry.
He who had found fortune and return
| ed it to the owner, been invited to his
| house evidently to dine, and ultimately
to receive his daughter in marriage, was
mistaken by a servant for a shoemaker s
apprentice Oh ! this was too much for
human endurance. Gathering himself
up to his full height, and extending his
long, lank arm, he replied with witner-
ing accent: "Woman, go and tell your
master that 1t is the gentleman who,
yesterday, found his pocket-book.
Then he threw himself back on the
cherry colored brocatel sofa, and gazed
after the retreating servant with a severe
but triumphant expression Of counten-
ance. By degrees the Indignation of
John Cady became appeased and when
he heard light football on the stair and
the rustic of silk, he was sure that May
WAS coming to take him up to her father.
Gliding into the room came young
woman with hair as red as his own- Her
face was thin and pinched, and she had
evidently had the erysipelas in her nose.
Her voice was sharp and weak, and she
was cross eyed even if she was robed in
silk.
"Heavens and earth p thought poor
John 3'can this be May Parsons ?''
AS soon as she eyed John comfortably
seated on the sofa, her nose became
more infamed, and something like a
frown sat upon her brow.
"Oh! you are the poor young man
who found papa's pocketbook. He is so
much obliged to you, and he desires me
to give you this
John, who had risen to his feet, me-
chanically held out his hand; astonish-
ment deprived him of the power of
| speech. The young lady deposited
something in his hand and precipitately
| left the room.
He put his hand to his forehead like
one awakening from strange dream.
He never knew how he found himself
out of doors, but when he got on The
pavement he examined the reward given
him by Mr.. Parsons daughter. It was
fifty cents in fractional currency. Alas
alas for the visions of youth alas for
castles built in air for the twelve dol
lars spent in new clothes.
John Cady was but human. Humih-
| alton and anger took possession of him,
and his face became as red as his hair.
He gazed upon the earth and found a
small stone. Around this stone he wrap
ped the fifty cent note, and tied it with
a piece of string which he happened to
have in his pocket. Then he took good
aim at the upper windows, and the next
moment there came sound of crashing
glass, as John Cady bounded away with
the speed of deer.
The poor fellow went back to his druid
gerry in the shop, and vowed that if he
ever found thousands of dollars again ho
would try and be more rational in his
expectations and should that money
belong to Phineas Parsons, well-he
wouldn't say what he would debut
surely he would have his revenge.
ROMANCE OF CAPE CoD.-She was a
fsherrlan's s widow. His smack had gone
down in darkness and tempest, and SO
had he. Morning, noon, and night she
paced the beach for some memento of