The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-08-31
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saw that Jack Fansnawe had lost his
heart to Lucy Gleverly. Jack was one
of the incest boys l have ever known.
/ must beg his pardon, however, for
classifying him among the boys of my
acquaintance; since he was, in fact, u
mana varsity man-who had achieved
81 years, plus some odd months, with
all and more than all the susceptibility
of that impressionabe age.
| had seen a great deal of Jack dur
ing the three years he had been up"
Papa was then professor of moral meta
physics. We lived in the Iffley road,
and, as we knew something of Jacks
people, we naturally invited him to our
house. where he soon became quite at
home, running in and out as much as
he pleased Our acquaintance ripened
into close friendship. 1t was not long
before Jack grew to regard me AS sort
of a sister, making me the recipient Of
his most secret condolences: now eX-
pecting my sympathy, which he always
got, now requesting my advice, which
he never took; but invariably, and un-
der all circumstances, being the same
frank, artless, open hearted, brotherly
Jack.
OF Lucy Cleverly | find it difficult TO
speak. When one girl, a homely, unat-
tractive girl like myself, mentions an
other girl, pretty, fascinating girl
like Lucy, in deprecatory terms. folks
are apt to ascribe it to jealousy and
spite. But l assure you, upon my
honor Though probably you will not
believe me) that nothing of the sort
enters my present description. Lucy
was extremely pretty, in the brunette
style, with the most graceful of girlish
figures and the sweetest and most TAX
ing manner imaginable. But that was
the extent of her good points-all on
the surface. The real Lucy, that lay
beneath, was a scheming, flirting, vain,
heartless Lucy, who lived for admira-
tion, and loved to have as many adorers
as possible in tow; caring nothing for
the pain she inflicted, nor the delusive
hopes she raised, SO long as she could
show off the abiect thralldom in which
she held her devotees, and wear them.
80 to speak, for her public advertise
ment, as a redskin brave wears the
scalps of his victims.
She meant, indeed, to marry; but she
meant to marry well. She wanted
money, and she wanted title. Jack
had neither; but he was not very far
removed from both. He was a cousin
to an earl, and only one life intervened.
To be sure, it was a good life, that of
a healthy young man of 25, his lord
ships nephew, who might marry any
day and raise up other intervening
lives besides his own. Still it was
something to be next but one to an
earldom; if only on account of the fam
sly connection. And, in addition, Jack
was handsome, attractive, and athlet-
ically distinguished. He had his blue
both for "rugger" and for cricket, with
a half-blue for golf thrown in. So that,
taken altogether, he was a lad whom
Lucy found it worth while to encourage
as far as she could do so without COM
mitting herself.
Now, ! do not think that there are
many sadder sights than that of
guileless, simple generous fell
low like Jack being entangled and be-
fooled by scheming siren: wasting
the treasures of a loyal. manly nature
upon one who was utterly incapab BILE of
appreciating them. And when Jack
(who, as | have said, made me his con-
fidante in everything) first told me of
his love for Lucy Cleverly | could have
cried my eyes out for the pity of the
thing. In fact, afterwards. when |
was alone | did nearly cry them out.
Although at the time | had sufficient
command of myself to bear the an
nouncement with composure, and suf-
ficient nous not to say single word
in dispara cement of Miss Lucy. To
have done so, TO lad in his condition.
would have been worse than useless.
Alas! poor boy! He must find her out
for himself. That was the only way.
There are some lessons that cannot be
taught, only learned. This was one.
The occasion which the foolish boy
took of declaring himself to Lucy was
that of a cricket match, in the Parks.
Jack told me all about it. The varsity
WcIS pay III "A. u NSDb GiSNCh.
Dark Blues were in, and-the wicket
being fast and true-were having a
merry time of it. Jack was sitting, in
the attitude of Turk or tailor, at
Lucy's feet, paying her considerably
more attention than he was paying to
the cricket.
''She was looking like an angel"
(This was Jacks account) "Her sweet
face seemed to b~am upon me with a
heavenly radiance. She asked me,
softly:
"'When do you go in, Mr.. Fanshawe?'
"'Oh, I'm in eighth wicket said.
"'But why do you go in so late?' she
inquired
"'Because I'm no bat, you know.
I'm only played for my wicket-keeping.
"'Ah! I wish you were a bat,' she
murmured.
"'Why?'
Because / should love to see you
make big score, and be applaude3 by