The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-07-02

above all others. | wished most to
see
What's up now?" asked Jack in
surprise.
Il have Il great favor to ask of you;
two favors, in fact One is great and
the other is greater"
Go ahead. old fellow. I'm all
in the dark but. if it is possible | will
grant them. You know that, though,
don't you?
Il am not certain. But let us re-
tire to some pace more private and
the two friends stroiied leisurely into
the park, aud. lighting their fragrant
Hayamas tHcy seated themselves COM
fortubIr on one Of the many rustic
benches.
I'm ready now, Hal; out with it,"
said Jack Dempsey, rs he lazily putfed
ont the blue smoke.
Il NAV as well own up that | am
such Llock-hcad that | have to en-
gage Il guardian for a week; and, not
caring TO confess as much to any
one else have decided to ask you,
if YOU are willing to assume that terri
bic responsibility"
A guardian, Hal? \ guardian for
what?'
''Ah, thereby hangs a tale, which |
will soon relate. That is the greater
favor. and the great one is to be best
man for me, in Il little affair that is to
come off next Wednesday,"
a woman in the case. as usual,n
said jack Il thought rs much. at
first; but did not think that you were
going so deep as that"
Yes. I'm in for it. and all I'm afraid
of IS that | will commit some egregious
bundCr before | get through with it.
/ have such confounded luckr'
You have confounded luck, when
even Your name is Goodluck!"
"All the good luck | have is my
name; | believe would not curse my
luck so often if it was not for the
name. But What's in a nameg
SThere is John Poor. If there is any
thing in 4 name he ought to be sub
merged in poverty, and he was for
awhile. lie had an invalid wife and
ten olive branches, ranging from a
twig to limb, when an uncle he had
never more than heard of died and left
him fortune. That was luck, and
still his name is Poor. Now l. bear
ingihc seemingly charmed name of
Goodluck, had all my ancestors turn
up their toes and leave me GoodIuck
plain, without cent in the shape of a
legacy to back it,"
why, Hal. have You grown morbid
over dcstiul?
No, | don't gronu over destiny; its
good lock that I'm grcrniug over.
Things seem 10 be CROWN" brighter
lately. though, and if | can get safely
over the next four days | think can
sail to port but You'll have to be pilot
if get there. This is not the first at
tack Of tic tender pcs>ion' | have had.
You look surprised, but such is the
fact. Here's the story:
Five years ago | met the girl who
first inspired III me tae fever called
love- When think of it | doubt if
I'm over il; but I've passed the crisis;
it don't matter. 1t was while | was at
Beldcn visiting my college friend.
George Walters. that first met Mary
Shannon. We became friends. and
our friendship fast ripened into love.
There is no use of proIonging this part
of The story. for after love of course
comes marriage. Bat my marriage
did not come. 1t was TO occur, though
as we had agreed, in DecemQer.
Il came home deliriUuSly happy. and
worked hard to get the nest ready.
Everything went well, and December
drew near. The ceremony was to
take place at 3 p. m, on the 18th. As
ii is 100 miles from here, | intended
starting the day before. But here the
rrst of a series of misfortunes met me.
Nv tailor was to blmae for that one.
did not get my outfit out of his shop
till 10 ,. m. on the eve of the 18th.
The difficulty looked small then, rs |
knew could take the 6 Il. M. train and
reach Belden in plenty of time for the
event | made my way TO the depot
that morning in driving storm OF
slcct; bat | didn't mind that, Who
cares for storm when he's in love?
The next misfortune was dne to some
one @r something, no matter what
The real facts | don't know but do
know that the train was two hours
late. | must have walked more than
the distance 10 Belden in tramping up
and down the platform waiting for it.
At last. when was almost beside my
self with impatience. it came pulling
along and we were soon flying through
the country ut good speed.
Il knew that ut such Il rate | would
reach Belden long enough before s
O'clock. | vas just beginning to con-
gratuiate myself on my good luck
when the whistle for down brakes
sounded. and our train began to slow
up. Windows were hastily thrown up.
and soon the cause of our stop was eN-
planned. We had run into big freight
wreck.
Word had not reached the last sta
ton we had left in time to prevent our
starting. Consequently there we were,
out in tue country, with dozen ears,
more or less. piled up and scattered
over the track. while was sixty miles
from Beldeu. That was the third mis-
fortune and Hal wiped the perspira-
ton from his face. as If he were again
living over the incidents of that day.
Had l been YOUR guardian. could