The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1883-12-26
THE TABLES.
A Pennsylvania Blue Blood Out
W1tted by Pittsburg Dentist.


phia lawyer, a handsome mansion
with extensive grounds, which play
ed it's share as a rendezvous in a re-
cent romance that has until now not
only been kept a secret from the
newspapers, but has also been kept a
secret from the select social circles in
which one of the actors moved. Mr..
Rawle prides himself on being one of
the bluest of blue-blooded Americans,
descended from the stock of patrician
revolutionary patriots. His great
grandfather was a " signer," or some
thing of that sort, while his grand
father was a chief justice Of the Key
stone State. He himself was a pro-
minent candidate for the Attorney
G%eneralship in the last Pennsylvania
State election, and is ,uan Of great
wealth, culture and the widest So
cial CONNECTIONS.
The present Mrs. Rawle is his Sec
ond wife. By his first wife he had
two lovely daughters, who inherited
independent fortunes from their mo-
Their, which gave them an income
variously stated at from S., 900 to $10,-
900 a year each. The relations be-
tween young ladies and their step
mother have been ssuch they have
not spent much time III each others
society. The daughters have made
their home at their fathers place near
this city.
One morning in the last week of
October Mr.. Rawle was in his Phila-
delphia law Office, when a card was
handed to him. It bore the name of
DIR. T.. Godfrey Rosseau, Pitts
burg"
When the owner of the name was
ushered into the digntfied presence,
he wvs asked to state his business.
IT called to see you, Mr.. Rawle,"
said the visitor with some slight hest
tatiOn, "ab0ut a rather delicate mat
ter, which does not affect me alone,
and concerning which / am authoriz-
ed to speak. l want to marry your
daughter!"
"Who are you, sir, that dare come
to me in this way?" he demanded.
Il am a dentist by profession. I
have a good practice, and am earn
ing a good living. I am amply able
to care for two people. I an thirty
years of age, and my home is in Pitts
burg. I love your daughter"
"This is a piece of blankey-blankey-
BANKED ridiculous nonsense, sir !"
"But we are engaged to be married,
and"
"Get out of my ofice!!" shouted
Mr.: Rawle,. fairly purple with rage.
Metaphorically, if not literal y,
kicked out, the doctor from Pitts
burg took his hasty departure, with
the quiet remark:
"YOu will hear from me again, sir"
The more Mr.. Rawle thought of his
unwelcome visitor and his audacious
errand, the more uneasy he grew.
He hurried off and caught the next
train for New York. There is a spe-
cial station for bis country place, a
short distance from Trenton. When
he reached his suburban mansions he
asked for the elder daughter, Miss
Edith Rawle. He was told that she
had driven to Trenton a shoIt time
before with a strange gentleman. In
hot haste he followed, taking the
train from his local station. AS he
stepped from the train which was
bound for Jersey City, Dr.. Rosseau
and Mr.. Rawle's daughter spraDg on
board. Mr.. Rawle saw them too late
to regain the train he had just quit
ted, as DIR. Rosseau waved an exas
perating adieu from the platform.
Mr.. Rawle followed the fugitives and
on reach ng New York at once en-
ployed detectives to track the dentist
and his daughter. The same even
ing one of the detectives reported
that he had found the runaway lovers
at the st. Nicholas. Mr.. Rawle
reached the caravansary and nerv-
ously glancing down the last page Of
arrivals, read:
"Dr. l.. Godfrey Rosseau and wife,
Pittsburgh
He sent up his card to Mrs. Ros-
seau. After a short delay DR.. Ros~
seau came tripping down the steps
with Mr.. Rawle's card poised be-
tween his thumb and torefinger.
The tables had been turned since
morning.
"Mr. Rawle?" he said, as though
in doubt as to the identity of his call
Eyes, sir! I want to see my daugh-
teri"
ooh, yes; I believe I had the
pleasure of meeting you somewhere
recently" ..,,
II want to see my daughter, sir!!"
"I'm really very sorry, but she
doesn't receive at this hour"
"But she's my daughter, sir, and l
J~,o~l %n cao hor -
"She's my wife, sir, I'm very sor-
nv, but you can't see her."
And he did not see her, nor has he
seen her since. DR.. Rosseau and
Miss Rawle were married and have
gone to Pittsburg to live. The we'd
ding announcement was inserted by
the happy husband in a Philadelphia
paper. The fact as to the brief &C
uuaintance end the rather terse rela-
lions between Mr.. Rawle and his
dentist s%on-in-law are now for the
first time promulgated for the enjoy
ment of the upper ten thousand.
Trenton Special N. Y. Journal.