The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-02-22

in the deuce don't she and her train
make their appearance?
They don't make their appearance,
and Cora begins to talk again.
"Harold you wrong Alberta; indeed
you do. 1t is you that are foolishly
proud, not she. When she went abroad
she left us rich; when she came back,
she found us poor; and yet she had
only been home two days when she
thought us out. And how did you re-
ceive her? In the coolest manner;
and then raved and swore when she
was gone-you needn't contradict me;
/ distinctly remember two very wicked
words you said-because she didn't
rush into your arms and kiss you at
meeting, as she did at parting three
years before. Can't you understand,
you horrid, splendid old boy, that what
is just allowable in girl of fifteen
would be highly improper in a young
lady of eighteen? And you've only
called upon her once since her return
once In six long months; and pray
what did your lordship do on that oc-
casion? Scowled and growled and
snapped at Louis Vance in such a
| ferocious manner that he told my
Fred-poor Fred! what pity they're
taking count of stock to-night!-ne
actually thought" with little chuckle,
you were losing your senses. And
what's more, Mr.. Harold Brown and
! the dimpled chin is thrust forward de-
| fantly-"I think, and so does Fred,
that it's your duty to apologize for the
way you behaved that evening. And
l don't believe she's engaged to Dan
Van Rensselaer, at all. That was only
a rumor that fioated over here from
Paris, and 1 see no reason why you
should accept it for the blessed truth
any more than you do the thousand
and one idle reports that are always
floating about. And, Harold, if you
really love her, why don't you tell her
so? Fred told me the moment he
found out. But there! 1 sha'n't talk
any more; it's no use."
at is not" declares Harold, with
emphasis; "for unless, by some un-
forseen turn in the wheel of fortune,
she become as poor as myself, and l
don't believe the wheel contemplates
any such turn, shall never speak of
love to Miss Alberta Lee"
crude, obstinate, wretched boy!"
scolds the little sister; 81 wash my
hands of you. If you insist upon be-
ing unhappy, be SO. Not another
word do you hear from me tonight,
for my breath is all frozen on my veil,
making it stiff and uncomfortable, and
I've reason to think, Notwithstanding
my promise to the contrary, my big
brother, I'm going to sneeze."
"My darling" cried the big brother,
fumbling in his great coat pockets,
1--WE another sky, or moon, or cloud,
or whatever you call it, here-bought
it as | came along for fear"
"Har," interrupts Cora solemnly, "if
you wrap another thing about me,
even if it be the finest gossamer, /
shall cease to BREATHE" and she twines
the veil she had unfolded about the
lower part of her face again, and re-
lapses into silence.
Here she is-and time, l think"
says Harold, his blue eyes flashing
with no less pleasant light, as laugh
ing party ran down the steps of the
Lee mansion and crowded into the
empty sleigh. "And, thunder and
Mars that internal Dan Van Rensse-
laer is at her side. Glang, Ned !" saw
agely. And away they all start, laugh
ing, singing, and shouting as only
young people sleigh-riding on a fine
moonlight night, can laugh and sing
and shout.
An hours ride, and then stop of an
bnI1r nr fun of n =, old
hotel-would there were more of
them for dance 1.-THE sole music for
which was furnished by a very old vio-
lin, played by still older darkey, who,
the dance ended, proceeded to display
his musical skill with much rolling of
the eyes and stamping Of the right foot,
by performing composition of his
own, the theme being the "Queen Bees
Visit to the Garden of Roses" and the
most noticeable point in which was a
hum-um-um," commenced pianis-
slmo, crescendo to fortissimo, and then
diminuendo until the Queen Bee flew
away again) and supper.
AT the supper an enormous turkey
presided, tianked by crisp salads, broil-
ed quails, and the various pies of the
country; but he, the turkey, didn't pre-
side long, for he was soon reduced to
much less than skeleton; and then
the sleighs were brought from the sta
BILE, and the heads of the horses, moth
ing 10th, turned homeward; and the
good-natured landlady and the red
haired chamber-maid, and Dan Van
Rensselaer, and his chums, had all they
could do In the way of searching for ar
tlcles of wearing apparel, and helping
on jackets, and holding shawls and
cloaks, and tying wells, for at least if
teen minutes.
" Hurry up" at length shouts some
one from the outside, :" if you want to
get to the city before the moon turns
her back on u.s." and down stairs they
go pell-mell, helter-skelter, AMI Jump
and tumble, and are lifted into the
sleighs again.
Harold Brown grasps his own partic-
ular charge from the group as they
reach the roadside, and carefully seat
ing her in his sleigh, heaps the heavy
robes around her and springs in him
self.
Hundreds of silvery bells jingle to-
gether in pleasant discord; the old
darkey whose Queen Bee had never ex~
tracted so much honey with an "m"
from the garden of roses before, things
his battered hat in the air, and shouts
hurrah, and then seizes his old violin
ana plays Hail, Columbia" as though
every note was soldier of 1776; and
away they speed for their homes once
more.
"How lovely she looked tonight"
begins Harold, after five minutes
silence. "You needn't speak, toad.
After that warm room and the dance
and the supper, it is more necessary
than ever that you should be careful.
All | ask Of you is to listen. As lis
tener you can't be surpassed, although
as talker, like most women, you are
apt to get things little confused. But
don't go to sleep, for that is an insult l
can't and won't stand. Did you ever
see such hair ?-spun gold And how
charming she wears it! part in a
wreath about her pretty head, and part