The Portland daily press., 1878-07-20

to say he YVES thirty-five; you, presume are
twenty-oner'
"Twenty-fve.'
"That is much the same thing you will be
advised by me?"
''If you will advise me-"
"Speak to no one OF this, and send White
the So, that he may think you have lost the
bet.'
"That is hard, when won it."
s'Do it, for all that, sir"
Let the disbelevers In human perfectibility
know that this dragon capable OF blush
did this virtuous action, albeit with violent
reluctance; and this was his first damper. A
week after the event he was at ball. He
was in that state of Fictitious discomfort
which belongs to US amiable English. He
was looking in vain for lady, equal in per-
sonal attraction to the idea he had formed of
George Dolignan as man, when suddenly
there glided past him most delightful vis-
ion! lady whose beauty and symmetry took
him by the eyes-another look: SIT can't be
Yes, it isv' Miss Haythorn mot that he
knew her name but what an apotheosis!
The duck had become pea-hen-radiant,
dazzling, she looked twice as beautiful and
almost twice as large as before. He lost
sight of her. He found her again. She was
mnst not dance with her, speak to her. If
he had been content TO begin her acquaint-
ance in the usual way it might have ended in
kissing; 1t must end in nothing. AS she
danced, sparks of beauty fell from her on all
around but him-she did not see him it was
clear she never would see him-one gentle
man was particularly assiduous; she smiled
on his assiduity; he was ugly, but she smiled
on him. Dolignan was surprised at his sue
cess, his ill taste, his ugliness, his imperti-
nence. Dolgnan at last found himself in
jured; "who was this man? and what right
had he to 90 on so? He never kissed her,
suppose" said Dole. Dolgnan could not
prove it, but he felt that somehow the rights
Of property were invaded. He went home
and dreamed of Miss Haythorn, and hated
all the ugly successful. He spent fortnight
trying to find out who his beauty was-he
never could encounter her again. At last he
heard of her in this way: A lawyers clerk
paid him visit and commenced little ac-
ton against him in the name of Miss Hay
thorn, for insulting her in a railway train.
The young gentleman was shocked; en-
deavored to soften the lawyers clerk; that
machine did not thoroughly comprehend the
meaning of the term. The lady's name,
however, was at last revealed by this unto
ward incident; from her name her address
was but short step; and the same day our
crestfallen hero lay in wait at her door, and
many succeeding day, without effect. But
one fine afternoon she issued forth quite nat
urally, as if she did it every day, and walked
briskly on the parade. Dolignan did the
same; met and passed her many times ON the
parade, and searched for pity in her eyes, but
found neither look nor recognition, nor any
other sentiment; for all this she walked and
walked, till all the other promenaders were
tired and gone. Then her culprit summoned
resolution, and, taking off his hat, with
voice for the first time tremulous, besought
permission to address her. She stopped,
blushed, and neither acknowledged nor dis
owned his acquaintance. He blushed, stam-
mered out how ashamed he was, how he de-
served to be punished, how he was punished,
how little she knew how unhappy he was,
and concluded by begging her not to let all
the world know the disgrace of man who
was already mortified enough by the loss of
her acquaintance. She asked an explanation;
he told her of the action that had been COM
menced in her name; she gently shrugged
her shoulders and said ;-"How stupid they
are9' Emboldened by this, he begged to
know whether or not life of distant unpre-
tending devotion would, after a lapse of
years, erase the memory of his madness-his
crimel
'.She did not knoww
"She must now bid him adieu as she had
some preparations to make for ball in the
Crescent, where everybody was to be.N They
parted, and Dolignan determined to be at the
ball where everybody was to be. He was
there, and after some time he obtained an in
PRODUCTION to Miss Haythorn, and he danced
with her. Her manner was gracious. With
the wonderful tact of her sex, she seemed to
have commenced the acquaintance that eve
ming. Dolignan was in love. will spare the
reader all a lovers arts, by which he sue
ceeded in dining where she dined, in dancing
where she danced, in overtaking her by ac-
cident when she rode. His devotion followed
her to church, where the dragon was re-
warded by learning there is world where
they neither smoke nor polk-the two capital
denominations of this one.
who liked him, and he saw at last with joy
that her eye loved to dwell upon him when
she thought he did not observe her. It was
three months after the Box Tunnel that Cap
tain Dolgnan called one day upon Captain
Haythorn, r. N, whom he had met twice in
his life, and slightly propitiated by violently
listening to a cutting out expedition; he
called, and in the usual way asked his per-
mission to pay his addresses to his daughter.
The worthy captain straightway began doing
quarterback, when suddenly he was sum-
moned from the apartment by a mysterious
message. On his return he announced, with a
total change of voice, that SIT was allright,a and
his visitor might run alongside as soon as he
chose" My reader has OWNED the truth;
this nautical commander, terrible to the foe,
was in complete and happy subjugation to his
daughter. our heroine.
As he was taking his leave, Dolignan saw
his divinity glide into the drawing-room. He
followed her, observed sweet consciousness
deepen into confusion-she tried to laugh, and
cried instead, and then she smiled again
when he kissed her hand at the door it was
"George' and "Marian" instead of "Captain"
this and "Miss" the other.
A reasonable time after this (for my tale is
merciful and skips formalities and torturiig
delays), these two were very happy they were
once more upon the railroad, going to enjoy
their honeymoon all by themselves. Marian
Dolisnan was dressed just as before-duck-
like and delicious; all bright except her
clothes; but George sat beside her this time
instead of opposite; and she drank him in
gently from her eyelashes.
'Marian," said George, "married people
should tell each other all. Will you ever for
give me if own to you; no"
s.Yes; yesp'
s'Weli, then, you remember the Box Tun-
nell" This was the first allusion he had
ventured to it,. ST am ashamed to say / had
e3 to $40 with White would kiss one of you
ladies'" and George, pathetic externally,
chuckled within.
81 know that George; overheard you,"
was the demure reply.
ION! you overheard me impossible"
Sand did you not hear me whisper to my
companion? made bet with her,
''You made a bet! how singular! What
was it?"
'.Only pair of gloves, George"
eyes, know; but what about it?'
"That if you did you should be my hus-
band, dearest.'
"Oh, but stay; then You could not have
been so very angry with me, love. Why,
dearest, then you brought that action against
me?"
Mrs Dolignan looked down.
"I was afraid you were forgetting me !
George, you will never forgive me ?'
s'Sweet angel! Why, here is the Box Tqn-
nelp'
Now, reader-fie! no such thing! you
can't expect to be INDUCED in this way every
time we come to dark place. Besides, it is
not the thing. Consider, two sensible mar
ried people. No such phenomenon, assure
you, took place. No scream in hopeless rival
rV Of the pnpin p---thjs time