The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-12-14

LII Is singular, SAID the OIn0f, III d
musing manner, emitting fresh cloud
Of smoke, ''what tastes some people have.
I really couldn't think Of such thing.
But I'll tell you how we can arrange it,
we'll stop the coach, and you can take a
seat with the driver till I have done
smoking. Capital idea that, isn't it p
And without waiting for reply-and,
il fact, Jacob Muddlewort was too exas-
perated at the moment to speak-the
young man thrust his head through the
little window, and called out to the driv-
er to stop.
s.Well, what's wanting" said the func-
tionary, pulling up his team.
'.Ihis old chap inside wants to take
an outside seat for while, was the re-
ply.
''It's confounded lie % shouted old
Jacob, nearly choking with rage, and at
the same time he jumped to his feet, en-
tirely forgetting that he was confined in
so narrow a space. The consequence
was, his head struck with force against
the top of the coach, knocked his hat
over his eyes, and knocking him back
into his seat. The driver grumbled,
whipped up his horses, and started off
at full speed. The young man reseated
himself, puffed away at his cigar, and
looking as serene as if nothing had been
said or done. AS for the old man, he
struggled for moment to release his
hat, which done, he looked furiously
upon the other, and repeated with all
the wrath that stirred him:
'sYes, sir, it is confounded liza
confounded lie, sir, and you are pup
Ply, sir-an impertinent puppy! y
'sDon't, I implore you," said the 9th
er as calm as ever, s'don't disturb your
self you are really excited, I fear
And he stretched out his legs at full
length. managing to oVerturn the other s
carpet bag in SO doing, which slightly
barked it's owners shins.
"Now, upon my honor, that is no
place for carpet bag to be sitting" ut
tered the young man, without the least
apology.
'sBlast your impudenoe p vehemently
cried Jacob, 'syou are intolerable. You
ought to be put out, sir-you ought to
be kicked out -
Greatly, if you keep on, I shall begin
to think you are predjudiced against me
I really shall, upon my word.
Jacob Muddlewort looked at the young
man before him like an enraged tiger.
He was too exasperated to utter another
word, but he felt that it would afford
him the highest satisfaction to annihi.
late his prosecutor on the spot.
The remainderssof the ride to Flyburg
was passed by the young man in alter
nately singing loud songs and smoking
cigars; and old Jacob parted with him.
early in the evening, with the extremest
pleasure.
He had been at home rather more
than an hour, had eaten his supper and
retired to his private room, when the
serr ant informed him that a gentleman
in the parlor desired to see him.
Wondering who it could be, he des,
cended the stairs and passed through
the hall. AS he was fearing the door
he heard the voice Of his daughter as
she uttered a light scream, and then 6
mans voice exclaimed:
/ "But you really must give me just
one! What, you refuse your affianced
/ husband kiss! It won't do; I must
have one you know!'
He threw open the door at the same
moment. He had recognized the tones
and was horror struck at beholding the
very same young man who had been his
! fellow passenger from B, with one
arm around the waist of his daughter
who was struggling violently to release
herself from his grasp.
The old man turned pale, and then ht
turned rcd.
ssWhas does this mean2" he cried
advancing in the room and confronting
the stranger with the deepest wrath de
picted upon his features. "Why arC
you here?'
sWhat!" exclaimed the ether, ''is /
possible? Why, my old friend, who
could have imagined that you were ol(
Muddlewort? Well, now, hadn't tin
least idea this afternoon who you reall,
were. But never mind [ freely forgive
YOU for the rash expressions you made
nse of: Tn not one to harbor malgnity
you know.
ssWho the deuce are you?' crieC
| Jacob, foaming with rage.
: "What! do you not know me?"
ssNo; and [ regret of ever having seel
you"
"Not know mel Well, then I may a
: well inform you I'm Robert Wiggins
by those who are posted
Jacob Iuddlewort gasped for bereatl
and leaned against a chair for support
Bob Virgins took q seat.
e.Can it be possible that I have hear'
[ arieht,' uttered the old gentleman il
amazement.
"If your ears are in good condition
} I think you have
: 'sAnd you are Robert, the son of IN
old friend, Peter Wiggins?"
.Cndoubfedly.'
: ssTher," said Jacob, recovering him
l self somewhat, and allowing his ange
: to again get the better of him, ''the