The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1881-02-04

4 think you do replied the Major.
H.
Jacks description of the rescue was
real work of art.
No, no, cried the Major, blushing to
the roots of his hair Indeed twas moth
ing. He'd have got out easily without
me-.
Indeed, then,' said Jack. I'd never
have got out at all without you. Be
cause, he added, soto UOce, without you
I'd never have got in.
'Mr Geoghaghan,' said the Bishop,with
tears of emotion on his cheeks, you must
not stand a moment in your wet clothes.
Come with me-
The Major followed obediently. Wv
ian and Julia had heard the tale in com
mon with the rest of the household. By
some instinct peculiar to the sex they re-
tired together. Vivian flew to the arms of
Julia and kissed her cheek.
Indeed, said Julia, 'he is noble fel-
low!
1Ie is as brave as he is handsome,
said the beautiful Vivian, and sympa-
thetic tear coursed towards one corner
of her charming mouth.
| Ugly Phil. Durgan knew not OF this
moving scene, and was too stupid to di-
vine it. But there had never been any
love lost between himself and the Major.
| What roight has the blagyard here,
queried Phil. to himself, 'pokin his
where he's not wanted! Why couldn't
he let the little puppy drown himself,an
save the country the price of Il ropel
He'll have to have one some day. Old
have let him drown;' mused ugly Phil
and indeed | am not disposed to think
that Durgan construed himself Alright.
1t so happened that there was no
body in the palace whose clothes were
likely to fit the Major, with the excep
tion of Phil himself The Bishops re
quest for a complete rig-ou for the riva
was not to be denied, but Phil. granted
| it grudgmgly, A little silver kettle
was Kissing above the spirit lamp in tn,
breakfast-room when the Major descend
| ed. fancy that his lordship had caugh
something of the manners of the coun
try, and had use for that little kettl,
on most days after dinner. The Bishop
ess with her own rare hands (plump anC
hospitable hands they were) made gros
for the rescuer of her child, and pressed
it upon him lest he should take cold. /
was a signal honor and the Major felt il
A little flushed by his bath and tn,
triumph of the situation, the Major looke'
more like handsome man than ey
er. Phil. Durgans tweeds fitted him a
though they had been made for him.
phil, said Vivian, i always despise
your tailor until now
Yes, said Phil innocently, I've chang
/ ed me man. These wor made in Lol
don. And he sprawled into an attitud
which seemed likely to be fatal,
The Bishop begged the Major to sta,
His wife commanded to the same effec
with imperious hospitality. The MajC
had nothing to do but to accept the 81
e uation. He spent the evening in II
same house with Vivian-that was wort
Y something to him.
Make the running, whispered JAG
it's all in your own hand
Now the Major, although an Irishms
4 was bashful. 1t was an Irishman wi
s wrote, She Stoops to Conquer, and
drew the hero on an Irish pattern. III;
Vivian been pretty chambermaid, po
Geoghaghan had approached her wi
|, conquering airs foreboding victory b
he was half abashed before lady, ,thous
never shamefaced enough to be clumsy
, 1T was noble deed, Mr. Geoghagha
said Vivian, letting her splendid ey
y shine full upon him for a moment
S Faith it was not, he answered in
n tone of some distress.
e, What rdra dUtS is really mode
H. man : thought the young lady; al
he when she had thought il long enouj
N she said it aloud.
TO Miss Blake, said the Major in ha
whisper, Il cannot endure that you shor
a. should of me above my deserts, and
pecially when have done thing
which | am more than half ashamed.
Or can not endure that you should thinl
er have done anything brave or prai
worthy. Vivian looked at him inql
ne ingly. think she fancied that the
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