The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-10-09


vault2'' he said testify; .'it's enough to
| kill a dog"
IL am sure, sir. it was nc fault OF
| mine,n said poor Jane; 'they say shat
the paper in new houses often sweats-
| at least, that's what the man styled
| it,
'.Is there no other room fit to receive
| us?" he asked; surely the dining-room
! would be better?p
| swell, you SEQ. sir. the stove is what
| they call slow cobustion,"
| 'sSlow what?" he said, laughing in
spite of himself.
| 81 don't know exactly how to pro-
nounce the name, but it's sorry thing
| at the best, and won't act nohow, try as
| you will"
"It's beautiful CRATE, Frank in
| terposed Grace; 'st's one of the mod
| ern ones, and is called slow combus
ton"
"It's drafted slown' grumbled Jane.
''Pve spent three-quarters OF an hour
over it and can't get fire to burn, so
| it's slow enough in all conscience"
| 'Never mind, Jane; I'm beautifully
| warm and comforta able-indeed | am,
dear Frank"
''Well, suppose we must make the
| best of it now," he said, trying to ap-
pear cheerful.
81 know what I'll do" murmured
| Grace; Emusic always suits Frank; FL
play and sing some of his favorites."
In a few minutes the little cloud was
blown over, and the pair were happy
as turtle-doves. as Grace sang song af-
far 10 Il al.
What on earth are they doing in the
kitchen?" she thought; II must go
! and see l feel sure they will break
the CRATE to pieces in a minute. Oh
dear, oh dear! wish had taken dear
Franks advice. What are you all do
ing, and where is the dinner?" said
| Grace. 'It is nearing the time"
Dinner, indeed! If you get supper
it will be a wonder to me" gasped
Jane, as, armed with an immense fue-
| brush, she and her assistants were
| making frantic raids upon the kitchen
er, while the smoke poured out in vol
umes. nearly choking poor Grace. who
stood the image of despair, gazing at
the fowls, fish, and joints, that lay
strewn about getting peppered with
blacks.
whats to be done, Jane?" she
stammered, as she covered her golden
head to evade the shower of SCOT, and
caught up her satin robes nervously;
'.it is past six o'clock, and Frank was
just saying he felt rather hungry. Can
nothing be done? Couldn't you get
some hotel to send in a dinnerp''
where's the hotel in this outland-
ish holeP" snorted Jane, as she thrust
the broom savagely up into the Offend
ing draughts; Il can only assure you
| that no dinner can be cooked to-day in
| this gingerbread affair. "
Seeing no hope from the faces of any
| of the scared servants, Grace returned
to her husband, and in her pretty coax
| ing manner. broke the unhappy tidings
to him, and in less than ten minutes q
telegram was dispatched to the Gros-
venor Hotel, and recherche little din
ner ordered.
$50 that little difficulty is over. my
darling,' he said, as they drove to
Pimlic0; "but don't you think it might
have been better il you had listened to
my advice and spent our honeymoon
at one of those big cold hotels?" this
| with mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
''As you are mighty, be mcrciful, !"
she said. laughing merrily. Il had no
idea that the stove wouldn't cook, or
THAT the drawing-room was damp"
he added; ''or-'
"Fie! is that being merciful, sir" she
pouted.
But further domestic argument was
broken by waiter opening the broug-
ham-door, and Frank assisting her out
into the comfortable hotel.
Thank Heaven we are in civilized
place at lastn' murmured the new Ben
edict fervently, rs they seated them
selves at an elegantly arranged dinner
table, laden with flowers, bright silver,
and sparkling glass; this is comfort,
at any rate"
They both enjoyed their dinner and
pledged each other in rare wine, and
said and did any amount of silly
things, doubtless as thousands of
| brides and bridegrooms have done be-
| fore; and, if truth must be confessed,
Grace was sadly 10th to return to her
villa at Clapham; but she was a true
daughter of Eve, and determined to
keep her own counsel from her lord
| and master.
''Here's a pretty 60, Miss Grace-I
beg your pardon, l mean Mrs. Whar-
ton," said Jane as the pretty bride en-
tered the breakfaSt-room next morning,
looking as fresh and sweet as blush
| rose in her azure-blue morning-robe,
| with its clouds of lace around her fair
! neck and arms.
why, Jane, what is the matter
nowp" she said anxiously; 'surely you
can manage to get US some breakfast of
some kind?"
That's right enough so far" groan-
ed Jane; "but there's no water for the
masters bath, it's leaked out som chow
through some drafted pipe and soaked
your wedding-dress, and the cake that
your poor dear grandma sent homo last
night while you were out at dinner.
went and unpacked it at once, thinking
the dress would be better laid loosely
like than crumpled up, and there's the
splendid cake and satin dress all of a
pulp; the flowers, too, all soppy and
,poilt."
This was the proverbial last straw,
and proved too much for poor Grace,
who threw herself on the couch, and
covering her sweet face, burst into tit
of tears, exclaiming:
"Never will try to get my own way
again! What will dear Frank say? Oh,
oh! he will never forgive mel know
he won't"
In another moment she felt q strong
pair of arms lift her from the couch,
and tender voice whispering in her
ear:
You are right, my darling WHEY; l
will not forgive you unless you dry
those eyes and have your breakfast,
and then obey your lord, and order
your things to be packed up immedi-
ately for the Continent, whittier 1 mean
to take you."
'.Eut what is to be done, Frank, about
the cake? And oh, my pretty dress is
spoilt, that / was to have worn at Lady
Steedman's reception!''
Another cake can be ordered: also
dress. quite IS pretty as your wed-
ding one; but smiling happy wife is