The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-04-05
HIS G|DOY MOTHER -IN-LAW.

IL iCIbo, We W tIt dS jHtCh is lnlpSeS.
we were members of the same club.
we had chambers on the same floor in
the Fellum Building-we were both
barristers, YOU know, but neither Of us
had ever held a brief
| didn't know very much about
Bachelor, but liked the man. would
have lent Bachelor 95 without Sc
culity; | mean it; upon my soul
mean it Git was Pumper who spoke as
we sat smoking).
Bachelor went away for little run
upon the continent two summers ago;
| saw him off. From the moment !
saw Jack Bachelor off until Yesterday
| hadn't clapped ewes upon him.
Jack Bachelor dropped out of nv
life, but yesterday | met him once
again. A very fashIonably dressed lit
tie woman was on his arm. a distinct
ly pretty little woman-fair. fluffy,
sentimental-looking. blue-eyed.
She was so pretey that people turned
round to look at her; | did for one,
and as | did SO l caught Bachelors
eve.
AT first he favored me with a furious
scOwl then, as he recognized me. his
face broke into smile, he stopped.
he shook hands, he introduced me to
the pretty little woman as Mrs. Light
foot, and then he asked me to dinner
for the same evening at Z.
You must come with us, Pumper,"
he said; "at Z sharp" He thrust
card into my hand.
IF you don't come I'll never for
give you, Mr.. Pumper," said the lady.
Jacks always singing your praises"
And then she favored me with
smile-an arch. merry, intoxicating
smile that caused my heart TO palpi-
tate for full quarter of an hour
Good gracious" | thought, heres
mystery. | hate mysteries. Come
and dine with us Perhaps she is his
siste', keeping house for him; of course
that's it. Hes 4 lucky fellow, is Batch
elor. Charming little woman," |
thought; "her sweet smile haunls me
still"
l was in love, sir-over head and
ears in loye-with Bachelors sister;
and | hummed Queen Of Ny Heart"
all the way 10 Chelsea, where Batch
elor lived.
l took an hour and half to dress
and my fifth tie hardly satisfied me.
W hen | arrived | was shown into
Batchelor's drawing-room by trim lit
Tie maid.
There she was on a low chair, look
inc loveier than ever; she was wear
ing great spray of Marechal Mel
roses, and she welcomed me in the
kindest possible manner.
My husband has been singing your
praises, Mr.. Pumper," she said.
Her husband, | hate mystery.
Then | thought that | had fathomed
ii. | am an ingenious man. Batch
elor had evidently come into money;
he had taken the name of Lightfoot-
it was all rs plain as pikestaff.
Mrs. Lightfoot-" | began.
Mrs. Bachelor, if you please" said
the lady, with a silvery laugh.
| was dun bounded; he certainly in
troduced her to me as Mrs. Lightfoot.
But before | could recover from my
surprise the door opened and the de-
licious little vision of Band street sail
ed into the room.
sisters; twins, evidently" | thought,
attempting to grasp the situation.
They were rs like as two peas; YOU
couldn't tell t'other from which.
Hang it," thought, "Batchelor must
feel as if he were married to both of
them"
-Pumper," he said. "the very dav
after parted from you two years ago
| met Mrs. Bachelor and her charm
ing mother fell in love with them
at once. Mrs. ,Lightfoot is pretty
woman, rs You see, but in widows
mourning she's absolutely irresistible.
was determined to propose at once,
but couldn't make up my mind; like
the ass between two bundles of hay. |
hesitated.
should it be Angela or Angelina?
could never get either of them alone;
that was my difficulty. Fortune fa-
vored me nj last | went into the no.
tel garden one evening and | found
Mrs Lightfoot, buried in thought,
gazing on the beauties of the summer
night. made up my mind at once;
would propose in form.
But she miohtn't care for me. An
gela's grief might be too recent; |
would be ambiguous; | would leave 4
way of retreat open-should it be so.
l would at once ask for the hand of
Angelina.
Mrs Lighfoot." said sentimental
ly, seating myself at her side, this is
a vale OF tears. Do You never. my.
dear madam, do You never. | said
and lowered my voice to an amorous
whisper - think of - um-ar- mar
riage?'
80. Mr.. Batchelor!' she replied. aud
there were tears in her voice, my re-
cent loss
You mistake me, my dear Mrs
Lightfoot,' said, taking the cue at
once; it was in reference to your
charming daughter that l slSke.
Angela gave a little start of sur
,,riSa as I ca ia tho words