The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-05-28

say, 1OI Hc lAduA MuCu Oh DuI II ne 1SnI,
he'd make a good onc-that I'llgo bal
for. He's the coolest hand ever saw.
Stay now think Of it he, l shouldn't
wonder if he was naval man, for he
pulled his forelock, half-laughing like,
and said, "Come on board, sir" to me,
when we pulled him up
At this inoment-ha past ten A. NJ
Mr.. Tyrawley walked into the breakfast
room.
Now here's gentleman, captain, Mr..
Tyrawley, who has been ali over the
world, and met with some strange adven-
lures. I'll be bound he never saw any
thing to equal the affair last night
You'd nearish thing of it, captain9'
inquired Tyrawley, speaking very slowly.
His manner and appearance quite dis
armed any suspicion the captain might
have had of his identity.
Five minutes more, sir, and Davy
Jones locker would have helped them all.
Begging your pardon, MISS apologizing
to Constance.
The captain had already repeated the
story reasonable number of times, and
was axious to finish his BREAKFAST. So
Miss Constance gave it all for the benefit
of Mr.. Tyrawley, dressed in her own
glowing periods.
Tyrawley made no observation upon her
recital, but took third egg. .
well, Mr.. Tyrawley.' said she at last,
what do you think Of the man who swan
to the wreck9' y
why, think, Miss Baynton-I think
said he hesitating, that he must have got
very wet. And sincerely hope he won't
catch cold.' 57'5sFs !.
There was general laugh at this, in
which the captain joined; but it is to be
feared that Miss Constance stamped her
pretty little foot under the table.
Tyrawley turned, and began to talk to
Miss Mellish, who was sitting on his
right.
AS he was speaking, the door on his
left opened, and Lady Grace Ravelstoke
entered with the lady passenger. The
lady heard him speak-and there are
some voices which woman never for
gets-and the dangerous journey over the
rope had not passed in silence.
She laid her hand upon his arm, and
said, oh, sill, how can thank you?"
Tyrawley rose, as in duty bound, say
ing, DO not speak of it. I did not know
when I came off, that was to have the
pleasure Of assisting you.' -..
But the establishment of the captain
was beautiful to behold.
why, you don't mean to say,--Well
, ever;-dash mywig ,-well I'm---Here
7 shake hands, sir, will you?' And h
, stretched across the table a brawny hand
J not much smaller than shoulder of NUT
ton.
| The grip with which Tyrawley met hi
' identity than the lady's recognition o
e their preserver. .as.. --
1 The day was wet as the preceding
S Half an hour after breakfaet, Mr.. Tyraw
e ley lounged into the back drawing room
8 There sat Miss Constance Baynton, anc
o by the singular coincidence which favor
/, lovers or historians, she sat alone.
G Now Constance had decided that sh
would compliment Mr.. Tyrawley on hi
G gallant conduct.
r She had, in fact, arranged neat, quie
e cold, formal, appropriate form Of words
d in which she would give her views e1
h preston. And how do you think she de
e livered them? She got up, said, oh, M
II Tyrawley!' and burst into tears.
e If a woman's pride Is shield to the
!" oh man, as we'll as to her, against the Al
: rows of love, remember that if ever sh
e throws itaway -after she has compelle
it you to acknowledge its value al
IS both. left utterly defenceless. f
r. Frederick Tyrawley capitulated {
n once. They are to be married this mont
And if Mr.. Tyrawley does not, at som
e future time, achieve reputation whic
j. no mystery can cloud, it will not be Mr.
e Tyrawley's fault.