The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-09-03


things went wTong-or prevent Johr
from seeing the jagged ends Of dis
agreement that We're forever showing
themselves under the footman's in
quisitive nose? And pray what right
had John to be inquisitive? He was
not paid for anything but to sit uE
there beside him with his arms folded
and his mouth shut and to make
himself useful when he was wanted
1t was none of his business how the
young couple We're getting along
least Of all to let his goss; ping tongue
wag for lack of something to do.
jerry would have liked to turn up
on his box there and then AMI shake
the lad soundIy for daring to venture
an opinion concerning his betters-
he should be Taught his place-and
there was no time like the present
bat prudence was a wholesome ele-
ment in Jerry's nature, and he argued
that such betrayal of his indignation
would only give Johns chatter q
sharper edge. A wiser plan would be
to divert his attention so much as pos
sible during the remainder of the
long drive, though how to do this
effectually was a difficult problem
for angry words in the masters deep
voice came tC them distinctly, words
which carried their weight and sting
and could not be misunderstood.
John glanced furtively at his superior
but no movement showed the trend OF
Jerry's thoughts 1t was pretty poor
work to sit and hug oneself in silence
with not even the usual threadbare
conversation to beguile the way. and
there was that devil of a row going OF
below that made his blood tingle
What was he sparring at her for any
way?
oh, Winston, dearest, don't say
that
The sweet voice rose for an instant
to the hcignt of entreaty. but was soon
lost in choking sobs. The sound pas
scd through Jerry like an electric cur
rent He faced about Suddenly and
looked at his companion.
well, did you hear that now?'
There was Il jovial ring in his voice
which might have deceived a less ds-
TUE person than the youthful John
IF that don't sound for all the world
like when they were little sweatheart-
together They always had it out
like that, and made it all up after
That's just the way Miss Ethel-that's
Mrs. Arnold always did call out, il
carries me way back, it seems like
yesterday
Yes, just like yesterday, and the
day before" remarked John; its
been goin' on nigh to a week, [ guess. >
Jerry smothered sharp reply and
went on talking for talks sake Mr.
Winston was the likeliest boy you ever
did see, and always dead set on Miss
Ethel, for all they used to have their
little spats pretty regular MIR. Win
ston never could bear for any other
young fellow to look at Miss Ethel
he'd get that jealous"
"Humph" sald John. Il guess
that's what's mp now; he'd like to stick
her INTO a corner at all them parties
they go to, and charge ten cents to
look, and she's kickin' agin the traces.
she amt made Of sawdust Eli bet"
Jerry compressed his lips. Johns
language showed only too plainly his
stable origin, but he felt that it was
his duty to keep the conversational
ball rolling as pleasantly as possible,
in order to drown the discord which
occasionally rang ont on the still, fros
ty air.
Yes, Miss Ethel bein' the youngest,
was terrible spoiled when she was
little; she always liked to have her
way. which was natural for a baby
like her, but then, Mr.. Winston was
always hot an fiery, from the time he
was a small chap; they're about even
matched, | guess. That amt a real
quarrel don't you believe it You
don't know women, John-they take
on right frequent: it's their habit.
She an him will make it mp before we
get home
''Humph" grunted John, the I'M
believing; that there quarrelin' amt
the patch mp kind-don't You believe
it. I'll wager you five to one them
two parts company this night You
amt never goin' to convince me, Jer-
ry. that there's a pair of turtle doves in
this carriage. These fine folks don't
fight fair, anyhow Why in thunder
don't he light ont with his fist an hit
her straight between the eyes? That's
the way our sort patch up THEN rows
only the patchin' comes after"
Jerry WINGED and set his teeth hard
as John pointed ont his gruesome
path to peace. 1t was high time, he
thought. to turn the discourse int
pleasanter channels, but how could
this be done, when open war was
being waged within earshot, and The
family honor and dignity compromised
before this fedgling of a footman
His young masters high pitched. ex
cited voice betrayed utter forgetful-
ness of time and place, and there was
no way to warn him.
With the energy of despair Jerry
once more used the whip. Once more
the horses sprang forward rafting al
q brisk pace through the quiet streets
The noise OF their clatterlng hoof>
was sufficient, Jerry found. to dr. WI
the voices, so lie kept tho animals NJ
to speed. the winter wind whistlins
around them as they cut through it
Here was respite then, and while he
handled the reins with the skill Of ;
master, he was busy planning what
to do next, to divert Johns mind from
the occupants of the carriage. He
might lash the horses into a furious
gallop, but that would incur the dan
ger of runaway, the horses might
stumble and fall on the slippery road
and it was hard on the poor thing.
after their good nights work. No, j
was best after all to keep to this ever
ringing gait; it would give John al
he conld do II look after himself 4:
they jolted over the cobble stones, 10
Jerry took good care that they dis
jolt. The yonng footman's slight fig
ure swayed and bumped incessautl.
against the cOaclman'S StalWart form