The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1897-01-07

anu oCcdoIOnS,sUue pretty one SAID she
thought Angus Mcfarland was ''rath
er nice;" while the plain one said
Yes, very nice. And he was such a
nice boy Is years ago"
You know [ don't remember him
then said the pretty girl.
Why you told him you remember
ed every word," cried the other.
oh, of course | did," said the pret
ty sister. when you have had as
u uch experience us l, you'll know
you have to tib to man--sometimes y
As for Angus himself, he sat smok
ing for "a long time after that dance,
not once asking which was Esther
He felt convinced that the pretty one
must be she, because he wanted her
to be. And, as he twas1thinking SO
much about them, be asked nobody
which was she of his boyish memory.
And the next morning he started out
early for Il canter with the two sisters
He rode better than the proverbial
sailor, and made love as well. Both
sisters thought him delightful When
he had the pretty one alone for mo
ment-as the fortune Of the ride oc
casionally gave him the chance-he
said sentimental things to her, be
cause he meant them; and when he
CHANGED to be alone with the other
sister he said things nearly as senti-
mental to her as the night before, be-
cause ne wanted her to impress the
other with her own favor for him. He
was, you know, at that age when a
man Of certain variety of feminine
experience considers that the easiest
If, indeed, not the only way to i'm
press woman-is by making love to
ber--@ theory | am not prepared to
controvert. Such men, carried away
by their theory, or by their natures,
even extend their tactics of extreme
admiration to elderly women.
But Angus fel. already as he re
turned to mis- hotel that morning after
tie ride-tha the was in love. On his
table was an envelope which he tore
open hastily, and fearfully, knowing
that his leave was over and that he
might expect orders at any moment.
But he had not expected them SO
suddenly; for he was ordered to re-
port at the next morning on the
Maryland, which was then off Staten
Island. He had been ordered to be
within six bours Of New York; but.
now, this assignment was apalling.
He had but time to get the afternoon
train. As it was he snatched a few
moments to rush over to the Driscolls
lie wanted to say more to the pretty
one than the opportunity warranted
And he had to be content with press
ing each sisters hand-one earnestly,
the other for the sake of the impress
sion. He decided that he would write
Tie pretty ono, but as scon IS his
train was well out of Wolhamton he
remembered that he didn't know
whether she was Esther or Eleanor.
As it chanced those chances which
sometimes occur so proyOkingly-he
met no one who was acquainted with
Wolhamton; and he carried out to sea
his uncertainty about the identity of
his InamOrata.
Some months after, in Valparaiso,
some Americans sat in a certain cafe.
famous in Chili-of which visitors
cary the memories in much tue way,
in connection with Valparaiso-that
they may the Venetian Florian's, or
the New York Delmonico's, or of old
days, the Prrisian Bignon's. Lieut..
Angus Mcfarland was talking to a
man who was filed with stories of the
war when, for the first time, the ship
armored In the new way, had been
tested IN the new way. Angus had
heard it all hundred times in the
mess room; knew it as we'll as he did
the story of how a Perry, of that good
stock, the great COmmodore's brother
who too might have achieved a
naval victory died in The harbor of
Valparaiso, trying to save a drowning
seamen. Someone else talked the
gossip of the American and English
colony. These Anglo Saxon colonies,
the world over, have, everyone, their
local interests, their gossip, their tat
tie. A little chap who was in Chill
on some commercial interest, was
doing his part. Angus asked about
people he had known on a previous
visit.
It's al as local as my own little
town OF Wolhamton," the gossip went
on
Nv olhamton? You know the place
nj " lrunI thnro Inforo
went to Annapolis, eighteen years ago
] think
My father settled there after that,
said the other.
DO you know the Driscolls?" An
gus asked.
The pretty Miss Driscoll, and the
plain one? Well, l guess"
''Ah, the pretty one, Miss Esther ?'
Now, it's Eleanor, isn't it. You
see, | haven't been i'll Wolhamton in a
blessed time. But I'm wrong. You
are right. 1t is Esther Driscoll, the
pretty one"
And they went on talking of little
American provincial town far away
and Angus was more interested. He
had her name then without doubt
During these long days at sea he had
thought about her deal; man must
settle down, he said; naval bachelor
perhaps becomes more sentimental
than others, although your bachelor
of thirty anywhere is subject to such
an attack. Well, that night in Val
paraiso Angus Mcfarland offered
himself to Esther Driscol. It was
long after, in Hawaii, IN his batch ot
mail that he had his answer. Had he
TOO, been thinking of her all these
years, while she had been thinking Of
him, all of which was Yes; Oh, We,
dear Angusr'
And, mauy times after, in many
places when the mail was brought
there were letters in the prettiest hanC
in the world. And Angus was faith
full now to this one enhancing she; al
the fair of these colonial societies