Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1876-12-20
LOVE ON THE WAVE.

he KEY. 1nOlndS lrrdySOl, M. n. !,
sat at the open window of his room at
the Ocean House, Newport. with his
feet upon the sill, his chair tilted lux
uriantly backward, and the smoke of
fragrant partaga curling about his
head and floating gently out on the
evening air. In full view from his
window there poured down the ave
nue. before the hotel throng of splen-
did equipages, turning the beautiful
street into vast Kaleidoscope of color
and motion, the counterpart Of which,
it occurred to Grayson, could be found
nowhere else in the world. As he sat
idly gazing at the brilliant throng and
wondering whether his boot-soles APP
peared to the best advantage from be-
low, his attention became rivited upon
man upon the opposite side of the
street, whose strange actions caused
the Rev. Mr. Grayson to remove his
cigar from his lips and his feet from
the window, and to bend forward in an
attitude Of sudden interest. The in
diyidual in question stood under a
tree. around the trunk of which he
constantly peered, as though eagerly
watching for some one, while DESTROYS
at the same time of escaping Observa-
ton. He had evidently timed his APP
pearance with tolerable certainty, for
there soon came driving slowly down
the avenue an open barouche, driven by
a colored coachmanin livery, and drawn
by two miik-white horses, which were
no sooner deserted by the gentleman
under the tree than he seemed to be
thrown into state of the greatest
possible excitement. He stood upon
one foot and then upon the other,
peeped around the trunk of the tree,
then drew his head quickly back again,
took step forward, as though about
to plunge recklessly into the roadway,
and then returned hastily to his form
er position, besides doing great many
ether strange things like a person sud-
denly bereft of his senses. The car
riage contained two elderly gentleman
and young girl-the latter, Grayson
thought, one of the most beautiful
he had ever seen; a little blue-eyed
blonde, with dimple in each cheek,
and a mouth like wild cherry. She
looked little pale and anxious, and 1t
was not difficult to see that, while she
listened or pretended to listen to the
conversation Of the two old gentlemen,
her bright eyes were searching among
the trees on either side for something
that she had not yet found. Suddenly
her cheek flushed, her eyes became
brighter than ever; her little gloved
hand was pressed for moment to her
lips, and then held over the side of the
carriage. Grayson turned to the young
man beneath the tree. He stood lean
ing against the tree with his hand on
his heart, gazing mournfully after the
carriage as it rolled away. A moment
afterwards, he deserted something
lying in the road, and darted out to
pick it up. 1t was letter.
by Jover' exclaimed Grayson,
that was well done. Bless my soul.
believe that's Jack Turner. Hi,
Jack, Jack, Is that your
The individual addressed looked
toward the hotel, and after scanning
the windows for moment, caught
sight of Grayson, who was waving his
handkerchief energetically. Then he
came running across the street with
the letter in his hand. A moment
afterward he was in Grayson's room.
"Tom," he burst forth, "who in
the world expected to find you here"
And you, my dear fellow, returned
the young clergyman; what were
YOU doing under that tree?'
"You saw me?' asked Jack, eager
ly. ~ on saw-you saw her?'
Il saw the whole ridiculous per-
Torrance. What a beauty, Is there
some romance wrapped up in all
this?''
Romance, Yes, deuce of romance
for me-" exclaimed Jack, throwing
himself into a chair THAT lovely
girl is my aifianced bride
gu don't say So" said Grayson,
in establishment.
- The old gentleman with the white
hair and the gray military mustache. )"
continued Jack, is her father. The
other old duffer, the stupid-looking
centenarian, with the mushy face and
the red nose, is her aiiianced hus-
band
"W hewn whistled Tom, &" | should
| think there was romance. Go on. -
Its the old story, | suppose" re-
piled Jack, heaving long sigh. ~
met her last winter at the house Of a
friend in New York, and was en-
tranced with her beauty, her accom-
plIshments, her innocence, her good
ness. her
"Yes, yes, III take all that for
granted interrupted Grayson.
"Our acquaintance soon ripened into
friendship, and speedily into love. We
| became petrothed. asked her father
who Is a retired army officer, for her
| hand. He put on his Buena Vista
| manner, asked me if | supposed his