The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1895-05-16

lSr. our snail not leave this place
until you leave it as my wife, Jersusha"
"But she viii be so angry. Maurice
"WhO cares for her anger. my love?
Not you. nor /, | am sure. But if YOU
prefer the old fashioned orthodox
course, I'll ask her for you this very
night"
she is al the guardian | have, Maui
rice. since my mother died"
Very well, I'll make a formal ap-
picati0n, and when we are once mar
rIed | would ike to see her or any one
else attempting to domineer over you!"
Mrs. Cortland looked narvelovsly in
nocent and pretty that night in toilet
Of sea-green Grape, but she could not
refrain from an indignant stare when
Jerusha came in, wearing the blue silk
without the black lace draperies and
shrank away behind Major Rochefort's
portly and good-hunored married sis
ter.
Il don't wonder she tries to hide her
self. inwardly mused the widow.
Never mind; she goes Tomorrow that
is settled"
Her face softented into the most win
ming of smiles as Major Rochefort APP
preached.
You naughty, naughty truant. =" she
Esped; 'It IS an age since | have seen
your
only a day or two, said the down
right Major "Wiil you take my arm
for little promenade, Mrs. CortIandP
| have something to say to YOU
Mrs. Cortland laid the tips of her
gIoved hand on his arm and blushed
The hour was come at last for which
she had schemed and maneuyered for
so long. Major Rochefort's heart and
fortune were at last to be laid at her
feet!
Mrs. Cortland. began the Major. in
a remarkably straightforward sort of
way, Il want to ask very great favor
of You"
surely" murmured the widow, glanc-
ing up at him, mo favor can be too
great for Major Rochefort to ask it in
vain.
"Ah, but this is the greatest boon that
man can ask of woman"
What a pretty way OF putting the
question:" thought the delighted widow;
but she only said softly:
What is it, dear Major?o
Il am engaged to be married."
Engaged to be married." shrieked
Mrs. Cortland, stopping short.
10 your niece went on the Major,
"and | want your formal consent"
"Jerusha. You engaged to Jerusha!
1t can't be possible. "
But | think it can" said the Major,
deliberately. "We are to be married
Immediately, but Jerusha thinks it would
be proper and fitting to ask your con-
sent as her only living relative"
Mrs. Cortland grew pale underneath
her glowing artificial roses; she felt as
il she were sitting. She would have
liked to tear the brown tresses from
Jerusha's head-to scratch the Majors
eyes out. She forced 4 hollow, gaNan-
lied sort of smile.
so | am to lose my little Jerusha?
Wen, dear Major, | could not give her
up into better hunds. The naughty
giri. how | shall scold her for not soon
er confnding in me!o
And as the Major turned to acquaint
his betrothed with Mrs. Cortland's full
consent, the widow rushed upstairs to
her own room, and needless of crumpled
craps and ruined coiffure, went into
Mysteries upon the sofa
The original programme is little
changed now. Mrs. Cortland is the
double companion in Major Rochefort's
luxurious home, and Jerusha endures
her thousand and one caprices with
unvarying sweetness of temper.
"Eor poor aunty has been so disap-
pointed" she says.-N. 7. NeWS.