The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-11-15
TOM.
Ah Erery Day Incident.

81 suppose I must call. Eleven
o'clock. The old gentleman said I was
not to stand upon ceremony, SO I'll run
down to-day. 1t Is dismally lonesome
here, and somebody said the Lawlor
girls were the bellies of the place. Who
was ittold me that Julia Lawlor was the
belle of Rushtown, and that Dolly was
the incest little thing in the world? I'll
go down and prove the assertion"
All THIS ID sonIoquy, as Mr. Inonas
BardeH donned his daintiest walking
dress, drew on his lavender kids, put on
his hat over his crop of curling hair, and
surveying his handsome, faultlessly-
attired self in the long mirror sailed
forth.
Rushtown was collection of country
seats, a mile from a populous borough,
and the Bardell place was one of the
most stately of the many superb houses
of which it was composed. Thomas
Bardell, my hero, was the nephew of the
late owner of the Bardell place, and on
the death of that gentleman had inher-
tied his entire property, greatly to his
own amazement, Mr.. Julius Bardell, de-
ceased, having quarreled with every re-
lation he had in the world, and an
nounced his intention of leaving every
dollar to a charity.
That he did not, but, relenting, made
will in his nephew's favor, brought
Mr.. Thomas Barden from college in
Germany, where he WAS finishing his
education, to Rushtown.
He was "a, an orphan, handsome and
talented, and had some private fortune
before his uncle's death. That he was
unspoiled, modest, and one who held all
women as little lower than the angels,
may be attributed to the fact that he had
a mother who was true Christian lady,
who loved him, and whose death, when
he had just attained manhood, was the
heaviest sorrow of his life.
Rushtown was an unexplored country
to my hero, but DR.. Lawlor being the
only physician in the place, his resi-
dence was easily found
The hall door stood open, the parlor
| door also was stretched invitingly wide,
and, after vainly waiting for the ring to
be answered, Mr.. Barden stepped in
side the vestibule.
A voice high above his head, and in
the parlor, called:
"Tom, is that you?"
The speaker, Dolly Lawlor, whose
name, be it here recorded, was Mabel,
but who had been called Dolly from her
cradle, being at the top of high step
ladder, scrubbing the paint over a
French window, heard a voice say:
cit is Tom, certainly"
"Hand me my soap, that's a good
fellow" said Dolly, from the lofty perch
where she Was seated, facing the back
windows; "you know am afraid to look
down or turn around on the ladder, !
am sure to get giddy."
"Where is the soapl" came in voice
muff1ed by laughing.
"Close down by the ladder, where il
has Just dropped. Don't dare to laugh
at me, sir, for l am in the depths Of
afiiction. Papa has invited the heir to
that splendid Bardell Place to drop il
without ceremony. Did you ever, AND
we Just in the middle of spring cleaning
So left Jane to finish mp stairs, and
came down myself to make the rarlo1
decent. There goes my brush Hand
it up; that's dear"
The brush was handed up, Dolly NO
daring to take her eyes from level, al
ready feeling her head spinning witt
giddiness.
eve can't be grand, of course, and
the house VIII look mean enough aftel
Bardell Place, but we can be clean, shs
continued, scrubbing vigorously at th'
paint. "And you know, Tom, he il
sure to fall in love with Julia, and it il