The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1884-12-18

t on. lllttl MISS
Nixon. Her father is something in the
city; very well-to-do indeed, they say.
She is his only daughter. The man
who marries her will be lucky fellow.
Excuse me for saying it Mr.. Hart, but
good-looking fellow like you might
have a chance
pleased; but how am l to get intro
duced?"
"Ah! that 5 the difficulty" remarked
Mrs. Law. Then she addad, after
moments reflection: Her father al
ways goes every evening to the p:.rlor
of The Pirate and Admiral and
takes glass; you might get into con-
yersation with him"
You've hit it, said Hart delight
fully; he felt that the fair Datfodil was
already bis, We have already told the
reader that Mr.. Alfred Hart had very
good opinion of himself.
If | win her," thought Alfred, I'm
put such handsome frames to my pic
tures.'
Delay is always dangerous. Our he
ro did not allow the grass to grow un-
der his feet. No, he knew better.
That very evening, dressed in his
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''The Pirate and Admiral"
John Nixon was seated at the end of
the table, with long pipe in his mouth
evidently he thought great deal OF
himself.
But our hero did not find it so easy
as he thought it would be to make John
Nixon's acquaintance.
He was grumpy, surly fellow, and
horHlxy N,yho hn
spoke.
After three evenings spent in vainly
trying to make friends, Alfred Hart
gave it up in despair. However, chance
did for our hero what scheming could
not do.
One afternoon Miss Daffodil, happening
to fall asleep, was caught by the tide.
She awoke to find herself on little is
land of sand surrounded by water.
Now, the probability is that had
there not been a young man present,
Miss Datfodil would have rushed
through the water, which was not
quite two feet in depth; but gentle
man being in the way, she gave vent to
a little shrek, saying:
Save me! Save mel"
The gentleman was no other than
Albert Hart, and without the least hesi-
tatiOn, after casting glance at the
| familiar red stOckings-for Miss Daffo-
| dill had gathered her skirts round her
plunged into the water like the hero he
was.
II will save youl" he cried.
"You are brave, noblew she cried,
and the fair Datfodil threw her arms
round his neck.
Once more he plunged through the
rising water, and they were soon on dry
| land.
Il am savedr' said the girl, still en-
twining her arms round Alfred's neck,
| fair flower as she was. "How can l
ever thank you sufficiently for your
| gallant conduct"
Don't mention it," said Alfred half
chOked by the girls fair arms. Its n
pleasure to risk ones life for one so
| beautiful
Now it must be confessed that Miss
Datfodil was not what might be called
beautiful, though tine-lOoking girl of
about Eye-and-twenty summers.
The next day, and the next. and af
ter that they met on the beach, walking
side by side, the pleasant sound of the
restless waters in their ears.
She told him everything about her.
self, for Miss Datfodil was very frank
how she had money in her own right,
and how her father did not wish her to
marry, because he would loose it.
At length, one lovely evening, our
hero asked the all-important question.
"Daffodil, dearest Datfodilr' he said,
Il have loved yOu-"
ooh, Alfred!'' hiding her blushing
face in her hands.
81 have loved you," went on Alfred,
lever since | first saw those yellow
sand-boots and rel stockings"
You wicked Alfredr' said Miss DAT
fodil, pinching him.
darling. will you be mine?"
OF course she said yes, aud the artist
was rendered the happiest of men,
looking forward to the time when he
could touch her money.
On meeting her on the following
evening. Alfred suggested that they
should elope.
.'Where to?" asked Dafiodil.
"Ill take You to my aunts." replied
Alfred. I'VE will remain with her un-
til our marriage.
s'Will she like me?" asked Daffodil.
Everyone who sees you must like
you," said Alfred. He knew only too
we'll that his aunt would be glad to
hear that he had married fortune.
Everybody don't see me with your
syes," remarked Daffodil.
sConfound his insolencem cried a
loud voice, and turning round, Alfred
saw Daffodil's father tucking up his
sleeves.
did you address such language to
me, sir?" asked Alfred trying 10 look
fierce but trembling in his shoes.
Then l think I'd better 60. Fare
well, dearestr' looking at Datfodil, but
not forever"
And, with these parting words, he
fled leaving father and daughter to-
gether.
1t was not forever. He met Daffodil
on the following night, and, taking her
to the station, took the train for Lon
don.
Alfred's aunt received his future
bride with enthusiasm, thinking that
through her she would be relieved of
her nephew's keep.
Three weeks afterwards they were
married, and the artist felt that his
triumph was complete.
A few days after their marriage AL
fred wrote to his father-in-law to tell
him what had happened. The answer
that came back by return ofpOst aston
ished him.
"Sir,-I am glad to get her off my
hands. Iwish you luck. You'll find
that she has deuce of q temper
Yours faithfully,
"JouN NIXON"
Her father only spoke the truth
Daffodil had deuce of temper; but
Alfred would not have cared for that,
had she possessed money. She had not
farthing in the world, and Alfred
found that he had been thoroughly
duped. But a worse misfortune a.
waited him. His aunt, thoroughly dis
gusted, refused to do anything more
for him.
Thus, left to his own resources, oul
hero saw that he would have to say
farewell to art forever, for now he had
to keep himself and wife.
He tried another walk in life, and