Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1891-02-28
Al ,' oyer New Zealand and Austr.r. :.

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Nv, MT Meeson, with your nerre;ss 80
nE WI say word and try and ttrnv 800 49,
n1 upon very perplexing mater T.
seems TO have occurred to Won wba+
S nn out ana out BLACKBOARD YOU are so
CO. Icy as wei put it to you plainly. II vo,,
~, noG thief, you are, at least a varv
t en colored Imitation. You take a o;r1i.
oooh ana make hundreds upon bnndrads
So1 VI II and give her fifty. You tie her
Town so as to provide for successful
nminu1lng OF the same sort during future
years and then, when she comes 70 heo a
lew lew pounds of you. you show her the
uoor- And now you wonder. Mr. Meeson
tnaG respectable people will have notbino
70 90 with you'll Well, now. tell Vol,
NY opinion is that the only society tn
"hlch you would be really suited is that
oI cowhide. Good morning" and the
large young man walked off. his verv
mustaches curling with wrath and con.
oenp'; mus, for second time. did the
| ga MT Meeson hear the truth from the
ups OF babes and stockings, and the worst
OF IL was that he could not disinherit
N11hoer Two as he had Number One.
NO" thls VIII strike the reader as beino
Tery warm advocacy on the part of Mr.
/ 1oIhoey' who, being called In to console
anu oless, cursed with such extraordinary
Vt99r' IL may even strike the discerning
III uerIaho all readers, or at least nearly
a. %l ieauers' are OF course discerning; far
4 too much so. indeed-that there mnst
nave been reason for it, and the discern.
ing reader will be right. Aupusta's rrav
| eyes mad been too much for Mr.. Tom6ev
as they had been too much for Eustaee
Meeson 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
Cupld's own hot bed, and in this way diff
ters from sailing ship. On the sailing
ship, indeed, the preliminary stages are the
same The seed roots more strongly, and
grows and flowers with equal vigor; but
here comes the melancholy part-it with
ers and decays with equal rapidity. The
1 voyage is too long Too much is mutually
revealed The matrimonial iron cannot
be struck while it 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 steam
ship there is no time for this, as any
traveller knows. Myself, the historian
have, with my own eyes, seen a couple
meet for the first time at Madeira get
married at the Cape, and go on as man
And, therefore, it came to pass that that
very evening a touching, and, on the
whole, melancholy, little scene was en-.
acted near the smoke stack of the Kan
CARGO
MIR. Tombey and Miss Augusta Smithers
were leaning together over the bulwarks
and watching the phosphorescent foam go
flashing past. Mr.. Tombey was nervous
and i'll at ease: Miss Smithers very much
at ease, and rejecting that her COM
panlon's mustaches would very well be-
come a villain in a novel.
Mr.. Tombey looked at the star spangled
sky, on which the Southern Cross hung
low, and he looked at the phosphorescent
sea; but from neither did inspiration
come. Inspiration Is from within, and
not from without. At last, however, he
made gallant and desperate effort.
Miss Smithers," he said, in q voice
trembling with agitation.
Eyes, Mr.. Tombey," answered Augusta,
quietly; what is it9''
''Miss Smithers," he went on-"Miss
Augusta, l don't know what you will
think of me, but must tell you, l can't
keep it in any longer. love you'll"
Augusta fairly jumped. Mr. Tombey
had been very, even markedly, polite, and
she, not being a fool, had seen that he
admired her; but she had never expected
this, and the suddenness with which the
shot was fired was somewhat bewildering.
''Why, Mr.. Tombey," she said, in
surprised voice, you have only known
me for a little more than fortnight"
81 fell in love with you when had only
known you for an hour" he answered
with evident sincerity. Please listen to
me. know am not worthy Of you, but
do love you SO very dearly, and would
make you good husband; indeed /
would. am well off, though, Of course,
that is nothing; and if you don't like New
Zealand l would give it up and go to Live
in England Do you think that YOU can
take me? If you only knew how dearly
love you am sure you would"
Augusta collected her wits as well rs
she could. The man evidently did love
her; there was no doubling the sincerity
of his words, and she liked him, and he
was gentleman. If she married him
there would be an end Of all her worries
and troubles, and she could rest content
edly on his strong arm. Woman, even
gifted woman, is not made to fight the
world with her own hand, and the pros
pect had allurements. But while she
thought EuStace Nelson's bonny face rose
before her eyes, and as it did 80 faint
feeling of repulsion to the man who was
pleading with her took form and color In
her breast. Eustace Meeson, of course,
was nothing to her; no word or sign of
affection had passed between them, and
the probability was that she would never
set her eyes upon him again. And yet
that face rose up between her and this
man who was pleading at her side. Many
women, likely enough, have seen some
such vision from the past and have disre-
garded it, only to find too late that that
which is thrust aside is not necessarily
hidden; for alasl those faces of our de-
parted youth have an uncanny trick Of
rising from the tomb of our forgetfulness-
But Augusta was not of the great order of
opportunists. Because thing might be
convenient, it did not according to the
dictates of her moral sense follow that it
was lawful. Therefore, she was a woman
to be respected. For woman who, except,
under most exceptional circumstances,
gives her instincts the lie in order to
pander to her convenience or her desire,
for wealth and social ease, is not alto
gether woman to be respected.
In a very few seconds she had made up
her mind.
81 am very much obliged to you, Mr.
Tombey," she said; you have done me a,
great honor, the greatest honor man can
do to woman; but cannot marry you"
Are you sureF" gasped the unfortu
nate Tombey, for his hopes had been
high. "Is there no hope for me? Per-
haps there is somebody elsel"
''There is nobody else. Mr., Tombeys
and am sorry to say, you don't know
how much it pains me to say it, cannot
hold out any prospect that I shall changs
my mind"
He dropped his head upon his hands forS
minute, and then lifted it again.