The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1888-11-17

MS heavy eyebrows, there's no end to tn,
| trouble she has brought on me- | quar-
reied with my nephew about her, and nov
she dragging my name through .ibe dir
mere, and I'll bet the story win go lovel
| New Zealand and Australia"
Yes, said Mr.. Tombey, "I fancy you
wili lind it take lot of choking; and now
MT. Meeson, with your permission, / will
say a word and try and throw u new ligh.
| upon a very perplexing matter. It never
seems TO have occurred to you what an
out-and-out blackguard you are. so NAV
as well put 1t to you plainly. II You are
not thief, you are, at least, very well.
colored imitation. You take girls book
ana make hundreds upon hundreds out of
IL, ana give her fifty. You tie her down
so as to provide for successful swindliuc
OF the same sort during future years, and
Then, when she comes to beg few pounds
OF you you show her the door And now
you wonder, Mr.. Mceson, that respectable
people Will have nothing to do with you,
wen. now, tell you, my opinion Is that
the only society to which you would DO
really suited is that of cowhide. Good.
morning" and the large young man
walked OF, his very mustachios curling
with wrath and contempt. Thus, for a
second time, did the great Mr. Meeson
near the truth from the lips of babes and
sucklngs, and the worst of it was that he
could not disinherit Number Two rs he
had Number One
Now this will strike the reader rs being
very strong advocacy on the part of Mr..
Tombey. who, being called in TO console
and bless cursed with such extraordinary
vtgor. 1t may even strike the discerning
reader-and all readers, or Mt least nearly
all readers, are of course discerning: far
too much so, indeed-that there must have
been reason for it, and the discerning
reader will be right. Augusta's gray ewes
had been too much for Mr.. Tombev, as
they had been too much for Eustace Nee
son before him. His passion had sprung
up and ripened in that peculiarly rapid
and vigorous fashion that passions do on
board ship. A passenger steamer is Gu
pid's own hotbcd, and in this way differs
from sailing ship. On the sailing ship,
indeed, the preliminary stages arc the
same. The seed roots rs strongly, and
grows, and flowers with equal yigor: but
here comes the melancholy part-it withers
and decays with equal rapidity. The vow
age Is too long. Too much is mutually re-
yealed. The matrimonial iron cannot ba
struck while il is hot, and long before the
weary ninety days are over it is once more
cold and black, or at the best glows with
but feeble heat. But on the steamship
there is no time for this, as any traveller
knows. Myself, the historian-have.
with my own eyes, seen couple meet eor
the first time at Madeira, get married Mt
the Cape, and go on Us man and wife in
the same vessel to Natal And, therefore.
1t came to pass that that very evening a
touching, and, on the whole, melancholy.
little scene was enacted near the smoke
stack OF the kangaroo.
Mr.. Tombey and Miss Augusta Smithers
were leaning together over the bulwarks
and watching the phosphorescent foam 20
haShlng past. Mr. Tombey was nervous
ana III at ease; Miss Smithers very much
ut ease, and rejecting that her companions
would very we'll become a
villain in a novel.
Mr. Tombey looked at the star-spancled
sky, on which the Southern Cross hung
low, and he looked ut the phosphorescent
sea; but from neither did inspiration come.
inspiration is from within, and not from
without. At last, however, he made o
gallant and desperate effort
Miss Smithers," he said, in q voice
trembling with agitation.
"Yes, Mr.. Tombey," answered Aucusta-
quietly; what is it."
Miss Smithers," he went on-"Miss |
Augusta, don't know what you will think !
Of me, but must tell you. can't keen il
IN any longer. | love your
Augusta fairly jumped. Mr.. Tombey !
had been very, even remarkably, polite, !
hn No hat 10 Il -
admired ier; but she had never expected
his, and the suddenness with which the
'hot was fired was somewhat bewildering.
why, Mr.. Tombey," she said in sur.
orised voice, you have only known me for
. little more than y fortnight"
Il fell in love with you when had only
Known you for al hour" he answered with
evident sincerity. please listen to me.
know am not worthy of you! But | do
owe you so very dearly, and would make
'ou good husband; indeed | would |
I'M well of; though, OF course, that Is
lothing; and II you don't like New Zear
and, would give it up and go to live in
england. Do you think that you can take
ne! LII you only knew how dearly | love
ou, am sure you would"
Augusta collected her wits as well rs
hC soaA0 1It Elstu eNllGDLly Qlu love
er; there was no doubling the sincerity of
lis words, and she liked him, and he was
gentleman. II she married him, there
Vould be an end of all her worries and
roubles, and she could rest contentedly
n his strong arm. Woman, even gifted
is not made to fight the world
nth her own hand. and the prospect had
llurements. But while she thought Eus- /,
lce Nelson's bonny face rose before her
yes, and as it did SO faint feeling OF re-
ulsion to the man who was pleading with
er took form and color in her breast.
.ustace Meeson, OF course, was nothing to
er; no word or sign OF affection had passed
etween them, and the probability was
nat she would never set her eyes upon
i'm again. And yet that face rose up be-
ween her and this man who was pleading
{ her side, Many women, likely enough,
ave seen some such vision from the past
nd have disregarded it, only TO find too
lte that that which is thrust aside is not
ecessarily hidden; tor alas! those faces of
ur departed youth have an uncanny trick
rising from the tomb of our furgetflll-