The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-02-02

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Yes, it Isl" Miss Haythorn! mot that heknew
her name) but what an apotheosis!
The duck had become Il p~eahen-radiant, daz-
zling, she looked twice as beautiful and almost
twice as large as before. He lost sight of her.
He loved her again. She was so lovely she made
him ill-and he, alone, must not dance with her,
speak to her. If he had been content to com
mence her acquaintance the usual way, it might
have ended in kissing; it must end with nothing.
AS she danced, sparks OF beauty fell from her
on all around but him-one gentleman was par
ticularly assiduous; she smiled ON his asslduty;
he was ugly, but she smiled on him.
Dolignan was surprised at his success, his Ill
taste, his ugliness, his impertinenee. Dolgnan
at stfound himself injured. "Who was this
man. and what right had he to go on sol He
never kissed her, | suppose" said Dole. DO
lignan could not prove it, but he felt that some
how the rights Of property were invalid. He
went home and dreamed of Miss Haythorn, and
hated all the ugly successful. He spent a fort
night trying to find out who his beauty was-he
never could encounter her again.
AT last he heard of herin this way: y lawyers
clerk paid him a visit and commenced a little
action against him in the name of Miss Haythorn
for insulting her in a railway train.
The young gentleman was shocked; endeavor-
ed to soften the lawyers clerk; that machine did
not thoroughly comprehend the meaning OF that
term. The ladyis name, however, was at last
revealed by this untoward incident; from her
name TO her address was but a short step, and
the same day our crestfallen hero lay in wait at
Her UOOr. ana many Il succeeding udN. AllIOub
effect. But one fine afternoon she issued forth
naturally, as if she did it every day, and walked
briskly on the parade. Delignan did the same,
met and passed her many times ON the parade
and searched for pity in her eyes, but found
neither look nor recognition, nor any other SEN
timent; for all this she walked and walked, till
all the other promenaders were retired ahd gone
then her culprit summoned resolution, and,
taking oil his hat, with a voice for the first
time tremulous, besought permission to address
her.
She stopped, blushed. and neither acknowl-
edged nor disownedhis acquaintance. He blushed'
stanmered out how ashamed he was, how he de-
served to be punished, how he was punished,
how little she knew how unhappy he was, and
concluded by begging her not to let all the world
know the disgrace of a man who was already
mortified by the loss of her acquaintance. She
asked an explanation. He told her of the action
that had been commenced in her name. She
gently shrugged her shoulders, and said, How
stupid they are!' Emboldened by this, he begged
to know whether or not a life of distant, unpre-
tended devotion would, after a lapse Of years,
erase the memory of his madnesS-his crime!
she did not know! She must now bid him
adieu, as she had some preparations to make for
a ball in the Crescent, where everybody was
to be-"
They parted, and Dolignan determined to be
at the ball, where everybody was to be. He
was there, and after some time he obtained an
introduction to Miss Haythorn, and he danced
with her. Her manner was gracious. With the
wonderful tact of her sex, she seemed to have
commenced the acquaintance that evening.
That night, for the first time, Dolignan was in
love. l will spare the reader all the lovers
arts, by which he succeeded in dining where
she dined, in dancing where she danced, in over
taking her bv accident when she rode. His de-
votion followed her to church, where the dragon
was rewarded by learning there is a world where
they neither polk nor smoke-the two capital
denominations Of this one.
He made an acquaintance with her uncle, who
llaA him, aud ha cow uf lacf with low fhuf hnp
eye loved to dwell upon him, when she thought
he did not observe her. 1t was three months
after the box tunnel that Captain Dolignan
called one day upon Captain Haythorn, II. N,
whom he had met twice in his life, and slightly
propitiated by violently listening to a cutting
out expedition; he called and in the usual wav
asked permission to pay his addresses to his
daughter. The worthy captain straightway be-
gan doing quarter deck, when suddenly he was
summoned from the apartment by a mysterious
message. On his return he announced, with a
total change Of voice, that 1T was all right, and
his visitor might run alongside as soon as he
chose"
Ny reader has OWNED the truth; this nautical
commander, terrible to the foe, was III complete
and happy subsection to his daughter, our hero
inc.
AS he was taking leave, Dolignan saw his di-
vlnitY glide into the drawlng-rO0m. lie followed
her. observed a sweet consciousness deepen into
confusion-she tried to laugh. and cried instead,
and then she smiled again; when he kissed her
hand at the door it was George and Marian
instead Of Captain this and Miss the other.
A reasonable time after this flor my tale is
m~erciful, and skips formalities and torturing de
lays), these two were very happy. They were
once moreupon the railroad, going to enjoy their
honeymoon all by themselves. Marian Dolly
nan was dressed Just as befOre-duck-like and
delicious, all bright except her clothes, but
George sat beside her this time. instead Of oppo-
site, and she drank him in gently from her long
eyelashes.
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Tell each other all. Win you ever forgive me if
| own to you; no"
'Yesi ycs!"
"Well, then, you remember the box tunnel.
This was the first aliusion he had ventured TO
it, | am ashamed to say I had E3 TO fI0 with
White [ would kiss one of you two ladies'" and
George, pathetic externally, chuckled within.
II know that. George; | overheard YOU was
the demufe reply.
ooh! you overheard me! Tmpossibiew
"And did you not hear me whisper to my com
panion! made Il bet with her"
You made a beti How singular. What was
itp
"Only a pair of gloves, George
Eyes, l know: but what about itl'
"That if you did, you should be my husband,
dearest"
'Oh, but stay; then you could not have been
so angry with me, love. Why, dearest, then you
brought that action against me!'
Mrs. Dolignan looked down.
Il was afraid you were forgettingme George,
you will never forgive me-"
Sweet angel why, here is the box tunnel"
Now, dear reader-no! no! no such thing! you
can't expect to be INDUCED in this way every
time we come to a dark place. Besides, it is not
the thing. Consider two sensible married PEG
pie. No such phenomenon, 1 assure you, took
place. No scream of hopeless rivalry Of the en-
gine-this time.
MiAin's Terrible Gan.
Norwalk Hour.
On the floor in one of the rooms of the Nor
walk Iron Works Company is a long, heavy cyl
inder. Its length is about twenty-eight feet.
and the diameter of the bore is about fourinches.
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