The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-01-30


her culprit summoned resolution, and,
taking Off his hat, with 4 voice for the
first time trcniulous, besought permission
70 address her. She stopped, blushed,
and neither acknowledged nor disowned
his acquaintance. He blushed, stam-
nered out how ashamed he was. how he
deserved 10 be punished, how he was pun
isiIe,l, how little She knew how unhappy
he H-as, and concluded by begging her
not to let all the world know the disgrace
OF q 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 commenced in
her name; she gently shrugged her shoul-
ders and said:
How stupid they arer'
Emboldened by this, he begged to
know whether or not a life of distant, I'M
pretending devotion would, after a lapse
of years, erase the memory Of his mad
ness-his crime2
She did not know
She must now bid him adieu, as she
had some preparations to make for ball
in the Crescent, where everybody was to
be. They parted, and Dolignan deter
mined to be at the bali where everybody
was TO be. He was there, and after some
time he obtained an introduction to Miss
Haythorn, and he danced with her. Her
manner was gracious. With the wonder
iul tact Of her sex, she seemed to have
commenced the acquaintance that even
ing. DOlignan was in love. I will spare
the reader all lovers arts, by which he
succeeded in dining where she dined, in
dancing where she danced, in oyertaklng
her by accident when she rode. His de-
votion followed her to church, where the
dragoon was rewarded by learning there
is world where they neither polk nor
smolze-the two capita! denominations of
this one.
lie made an acquaintance with her IN
Gle. 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. 1t was three months after the Box
Tunnel that Captain Do!ignan called Oh,
day upon Captain Haythorn, Il. n, whom
he had met twice in his life, and slightly
propitiated by violently listening to a
cUtting-out expeditions; he called, and in
the usual way asked his permission 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 mysteri-
Gus message. On his return he announc-
ed, with total change Of voice, that 1T
was all right, and his visitor might run
alongside as soon as he chose" Ny read
er 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, Doignan
saw his divinity glide into the drawing
room. lie followed her, observed her
sweet consciousness deepen into confusion
she tried 10 laugh, and cried instead,
and then she smiled again; when he kiss
ed her hand at the door, it was George
and "Marian" instead of Captain" this
ana 'hss9 flas31t1Fe tAfF other I4a after TINS flor ny
tale is mercitui and sllips iormalities and
torturing delays these two were very hap
py; they were once more upon the rail
road, going to enjoy their honeymoon all
by themselves. Marian Doiignan was
dressed just as beforc-duck-Iike and de-
licious; 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 peo-
pie should tell each OTHER all VIII YOU
ever forgive me ii | own TO you? No"
Yes; yesw
"Well, then, you remember the Boz
Tunnel" (This was the first allusion he
had ventured to it, Il am ashamed to
say I had e3 to $40 with White l would
kiss one OF you two ladies'" and George,
pathetic externally, chuckled within. :
II know that, George; l overheard
yoC," was the demure reply.
"Oh, you overheard mel lmpossi-
ble"
"And did you not hear me whisper 10
my companion2 I made bet with her"
You made bet! how singular! What
was it.'
'Only a pair of gloves, George"
eyes, l know; but what about it
''That if you did you should be my hus-
band, dearest
ooh, 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.
81 was afraid you were forgetting me
George, you will never forgive me!"
"Sweet angel! why, here is the Box
Tunnel"
Now, reader-fe! no! no such thing,
you can't expect to be indulged in this
way every time we come TO dark place.
Besides, it is not the thing. Consider,
two sensible married people. No such
phenomenon, assure you, took place.
No scream in hopeless rivalry of the en-
gine-this time,