The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-03-15

of dawn. The sky turned from black to
gray, and whitish smudge in the east
announced the rise of the glorious sun.
Mrs. Cuthbert put out the lights and
went to the front door. A drizzling rain
had set in, and the damp, raw air made
her shudder. She went back to the sit
tiilg-toom, and, iii a dfeafy, mechanical
htid of way, Lit the fire there and in the
little kitchei1; then brotight baby down
stairs, washed and dressed him as usual.
and put him on the floor to play while she
prepared his bread and milk.
But baby was not destined to get his
breakfast just yet, for at that moment
light step was heard in the entry, and
tall young man walked into the room.
The bread and milk were dropped any
where. and Mrs. Cuthbert flung herself
into his arms, sobbing, crying, and beg
ging his pardon all iii breath.
"Pl never do it again. Won't you
forgive me, George?'
I" Forgive what? I haven't anything
to forgive said the astonished George.
"Oh, yes you have. I know it was
dreadfully wicked of me but I'll never
do it again.
"What on earth is the matter ?''
"Won't you forgive me % was all Mrs.
Cuthbert's answer
Eleanor, what IS the matter ?" de-
manded the distracted young man, all
kinds of awful visions flying through his
brain. "What have you done?"
"Why, I didn't let you in when you
came home last night. I only meant to
keep you waiting little WHILE
"When I caine hoiae last night ?
Why, I haven't been within fifteen miles
of the house since o'clock yesterday
morning. I've just come down on the
4:3O train
"Didn't you COME home last night ,"
gasped Mrs. Cuthbert.
"Come home? No, of course I
didn't; I've been working at the office
half the night. Didn't you receive my
telegram saying that shotild be detained
in the city all night?"
"No; haven't received any. What
does it all mean?"
And then she told him all about it-in
rather an incoherent stSle, To be site
but size made him understand, and he
was greatly puzzled as to who it could
have been.
Mrs. Cuthbert, now that her mind was
relieved, began to remember that she
had eaten nothing since dinner the day
before, and was soon flying about broil-
ing hntr, ard i'daeliissg eggs, staraleg ta
have a hearty laugh over the charred re-
mains of her husbands supper, which
she took from the oven. Then they sat
down to the tea-table, baby and all, and
ate their breakfast.
That afternoon tie village to,ith Who
did their "chores" was unusually late in
coming, but when he did arrive it was
with such budget of news that his tar
dness was forgiven.
He Had Been All eyewitness to the
capture of two burglars at Squire Jones';
they had been discovered in the very act
of carrying off the silver.
claws, how they fit !'' said the boy.
"They smashed Bill Williams head in
with the plate basket, an came most near
hittin' me, an when we haa 'ein catight
tight, how they did talk They cussed
nd fo1 II
a powerful ugly face-said as how they
wouldn't hev been nabbed if they hedn't
been foolin' round another house all the
evenin'; an ne Sea- 'Fhefe's ene ef the
pllickiest women there, ses he; 'why,
when hollered into the winder at her,
she didn't mind it no more than nothin','
ses he, an hanged if she didn't foller
me out to the barn, an go pokin' round
after me in the dark ?"
Mrs. Cuthbert clung to her husband,
and shuddered at this part of the narra-
tive.
can he ses," the boy we1lt ON, sht
ses, 1 1s'pose should hev knocked her on
the head if she he'd been man, but the
blamed pluck of sich little thing jist
completely fiabbergasted me that's jist
his words; an he ses that she come
out after him again, when he an his pal
was hidin' under some bushes, an they
was afraid to tech her, cause they seen
suthin shinin' in her hand, an didn't
know but it might be a six-shootef. %
"My scissors, 1 suppose" family
Mrs. Cuthbert; her husband
only heard her.
"Wa'al, they are safe enough now-an'
[ guess I'll fetch the coal, said the boy,
with the stolidity of true son of the
soil, seizing the coal-scuttle, but drop
ping it again to rummage in the inner
pocket of his jacket. Here's letter
for you, sir-the man said / might as
we'll bring it long, as his boy couldn't
get up this way fore to-morrer mornin',
an you might be in hurry
my telegram" said Mr.. Cuthbert,
handing it to his wife. ''What con-
venience these modern scientific discov-
cries are r'-Has,per's Bazdr.
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