The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-04-26

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TO me ! couldn't refuse you anything
when you clasp your hands and look 81
me with tears In your eyes,"
On, Captain" sobbed the sorrowine
mother, there are very few people in
the world like you-very few. You are
one IN thousand-yes, five thousand
But L never had chance TO appeal to
them personally. | was very i'll when
when they took my darling away, and
letters, and letters, with no matter how
much feeling we write them, are so cold. .
Why don't you try personally,
then? asked the Captain, swinging her
dainty parasol about, to the imminent
danger of the delicately carved handle.
she. blushed, cast down her yellow
brown eyes, raised them again, looked
him in the face like child resolved to
tell the truth, however painful il may
be, and said, 81 have no money where.
with to pay my passage to England.
Understand me, [ would willingly, most
willingly, be a Storage passenger, a
stewardess, anything-anything to bring
me near my child. But coming to them
save as befitted the wife of their son
and brother, my husbands proud family
would certainly disown me, and / should
be alone IN strange land more heart
sick than ever"
Well, if the want of moneys all"
cried her honest lover, "that's easily
settled. PHI give you the money to &c
in bang-up style, and"
But here he stopped in amazement
for Mrs. Montgomery Montague had
risen from her seat and drawn her small
figure to its fullest height. "Sir, dc
not insult me" she said, with trembling
lips.
Insult you," cried the captain
| springing to his feet" insult you, my
dear little woman / never dreamed Of
such a thing"
But you offended me-money," she
| stammered.
And | was about offering you my
hand and heart-that's the way they
put it in the love stories, don't they.
| Will you marry me, Lillian? and then
| if you choose, we'll go together for the
boy"
Generous mani" said the widow, 8
tear stealing down her pretty cheek
"But don't you ee"~- that that woulC
never do? l could never plead for my
child as the wife of Captain Hottop
1t must be as the widow of Montgomery
| Montague"
Blessed if you amt right" exclaim
ed the captain, looking at her admir-
ingly. "Well, promise to marry me
when you return. Do, Lillian. No one
could love you better than l."
When | returnw
Yes, for surely my promised wife
can accept part of the fortune that will
be all hers when she is really my wife
without anybody. Darn it, nobody
need know. Will you, Lilian?"
q will" she said.
Will what, my preciousw he asked,
smiling.
Everything" she answered; and
turned and fed like bashful girl, after
he had clasped her in his arms and given
her kiss in true sailor fashion.
And by the very next steamer Mrs
Montgomery Montague started for Eng.
land, with a valuable solitaire diamond
engagement ring glittering on her pretty
hand, a check for $500 in her silver
portmonnaie, and many useful and or
namental farewell gifts from the ladies
of the Spooner household. The ladies
felt all their old interest in her revive,
now that she had gone away indeed, as
Mrs. Dusenberry informed the eighty
year old grandfather of the youth who
famed her On the afternoon of Mrs.
Montague's arrival. "She was was
much too lovely, and made me quite
jealous of you, you false man."
nd Miss Isabella Snopncr hr,nor he
picture of young Montgomery, that
babllet fair," " in the parlor, and wreathed
it with daisies. " Heaven grant that
we may see thesdarling himself soonp'
she said, with piteous emphasis.
But they never did. For a couple of
weeks after the widows departure, Wei
lington Octoper burst in upon them all
as they were playing croquet on the
lawn, scattering the balls in all direc.
tions.
"Sold, by gracious" shouted he.
What! asked Miss Spooner drop
ping her mallet. A million tierces OF
lard and twice as many pigs. l suppose, d
murmured Mrs. Dusenberry, leaning in
an unconscious manner against the
shoulder of her partner.
CuC n 11duu! ISS-S, COII1uuSO
the pork merchant.
"Who?" they all cried this time.
"The widow, Mrs. Montgomery Mon
tague, that is, Mrs. Maria J. Thompson
Yes-s"
Maria J.-Jane, I suppose. A sweet
nane," said Mrs. Dusenberry.
g A fraud, sir What do you mean
sir? What do you nean!" beloved
Capt. Hottop, as though through 6
speaking trumpet, flush overspreadine
his weather-bronzed face.
"Just what l say, captain. Yes-s,''
answered the pork merchant ct
ought to be the 1st of April-it ought
for, by lingo, there never was such q
SELL The only truth she told was when
she said she was a widow. So she is
Yes-s. The widow of Jack Thompson,
celebrated mince and pumpkin pie maker
in Chicago. / met his brother on the
street to-day. He's a pork merchant
And she never had any children"
"Not blue-eyed boy?" gasped the
captain.
"Not even blue-eyed boy. Yes-s!''
said Wellington Octoper.-Rdrper's
Weekly.