The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-05-08
At this moment-half-past ten A. NJ
Mr.. Tyrawley walked into the breakfast

At this moment-half-pa ten A. NJ
Mr.. Tyrawley walked into the breakfast
room.
Now here's 4 gentleman, captain, Mr.
Tyrawley, who has been all over tht
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, captain?
inquired Tyrawley, speaking very slow
ly. His manner and appearance quite
disarmed any suspicion the captain might
have had of his identity.
Five minutes more, sir, and Davy
Jones' locker would have held us all
Begging your pardon, miss apologizins
to Constance.
The captain had already repeated the
story q reasonable number of times, anC
was anxious to finish his breakfast Sc
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 nj
last, what do you think of the man who
swan out to the wreck?'
Why, think, Miss Baynton-,l
think, said he hesitating, that he
must have got very wet. And J. sincere.
ly hope he won't catch cold
There was general laugh at this, in
which the captain joined; hut it is to be
feared that Miss Constance stamped heI
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, sir, how can thank you?'
Tyrawley rose, rs in duty bound, say
ing, DO not speak of it. I did not know.
when came off, that I was to have the
pleasure of assisting you
But the aStonishment of the captain
was beautiful to behold.
why, you don't mean to say,-Well,
Incver dash my wig,-well l'm-Here,
shake hands, sir, will you?' And he
stretched across the table brawny
hand, not much smaller than q shoulder
Of mutton.
The grip with which Tyrawley met
his seemed to do more to con-
vince him of his identity than the lady's
recognition Of their prescrver.
The day was rs wet rs the preceding
Half an hour after breakfast, Mr.. Ty-
rawley lounged into the back drawing
room. There sat Miss Constance Bayn-
ton, and, by the singular coincidence
which tavorS lovers or historians, she sat
alone.
Now Constance had decided that she
would compliment Mr.. Tyrawley on his
gallant conduct.
She had, in fact, arranged n neat,
quiet, cold, formal, appropriate form OF
words, in which she would give her
views expression And how do you
think she delivered them? She got up,
said, 'Oh, Mr.. Tyrawlcyn and burst into
tears.
If woman's pride is q shield to thee,
oh man, rs well as to her, against the
arrows of love, remember that if ever
she throws it away-after she has COM
PEELED you to acknowledge its value-you
are beth left utterly defenceless.
Frederick Tyrawley capitulated at
once. They are to be married this
month. And if Mr.. Tyrawley does not,
ut some future time, achieve a reputa-
tion which no mystery can cloud, it will
not be Mrs. Tyrawley's fault.