The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-06-11
BIDDEFoRD, ME-, FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE II, 1869.


Of call and hearing, she thought, and nestled
back on the seat, shycr than ever.
i Tho wheels Of this equipags had scarcely van
ished down the turnpike road when another
close carriage drove slowly and sotly into the
lane, close under the boushs Of the nodding II
lac hedge, and Mr.. Carl Fairlie sprang out, and
noisclessly opened the wicket gate. In the
gloom Of the shrubberies he could just discern
Q figure wrapped In black cloak. waiting close
by the gate.
'Are you readyi' he whispered.
'Yes.'
'Come then, quickly-therc Is not an instant
to lose
Cupid defend US! what crcaking tho car
riase step made rs the mantlcd figure entered
it! Truly, Vanity might bc light, thought the
astounded Carl, but Love was not
Drive on, ooachman. said he. In low voice;
and once more the soft grass buried oil obnox-
ious sound, m the ooachman whipped up his
horses. No sooner were they well out Of the
lane, into the high road. than Mr.. Carl, sban-
doning the solitude Of tha back seat, promptly
changed to the other side.
To his surprise he found considerable diff
Guilty, as his companion occupied full two-thirds
Of the seat, and showed no intention Of making
way. He gently put out his hand and secured
tho palm Of his companion. by all the proba-
bilities II that was Maggic's hand, 1t had
swelled fearfully of late. lie dropped It again
with bewildercd feeling, as II he were under
the spell Of some malicious enchantcr's wand.
Maggie, he said in low, tremulous voice,
Maggie, my love-
what the mischief are you talking aboutr
growled hoarse voice-the awful voice oil
Squire Benner's SELF There's no Maggie here!
Who are you, and what do you mean by max
ing such fool Of yourselfi'
The truth flashed In unwelcome distinctncss
on Carl's mind; he had taken II the wrong pas
senger He pulled the strap vchcmently.
.Driver = he called. stop There's some mis-
take =
Driver y roared Squire Denner, go straight
on to sThe Oaks on the Hartford road, or III
break every bone in your body +!
The driver, wiser in his generation than Mr..
Fairlie, obeyed the bigger voice Of the two, and
made strnirht for the dilapidated old country
plaoe sauire Denner had mentioned, which lay
a mile or two farther on.
$50 you thought was Maggie, ch ? said the
Squire, shaking with suppressed laughter ;'and
T ,ho,cb, vou were Betsey Higgins, old Mar
,;n,. ,kin-apd. hone housekccper. Well, Il
,ro,,d .nne.r like n misunderstanding oil |
,a,
C., d,a M, answer. hi, ye.ation and morti-
s..,,,, woro 100 ,cu,e n admit Of any escape
-. - ',,..,.n .no,,h To IN tbv,rted. and
IA ,. AZ, d,ov. on \, .,,encc.
"' =, a.. e.,,,. ,o
80, .'..L a.. d,n,v-,;cb,cd
s -. =, .T.. n.r. I am ooinv 70 con6do
:. A., ,,,a hors 4. o,. n Tho str;ctcst
.o.rccv did the nepbcws and nieccs of old
M.r,;v ,row ,h., h, intended. on his dying
49,, g. ,,,.r NJ. win thew would be down on
L. III. . hrood n b,rn;es. His housekccpcr
49,. 49, ,w;,o % .os M. about the appointment
c. - u,r,, and 7 he,;cve M one ,uspccts her
orr,nd o. oven whom sbe was. Can I trust
vo,r
.You cap.' said Carl, sullenly.
What was old Martin or his will to the dis
appointed lover who had been cheated out of his
Mapyiei
On the doorstep Of The Oaks stood the tall
spectral housckeeper, awaiting the lawyer. She
turned and went in with him at once. Carl
alichted also, and began to pace up and down
In front of the wide-opcn door, mentally gnash-
ing his teeth and wondering how he could ever
have mistaken Squire Bcnner's moth-caten old
cloak for Macgic's fair draperies.
Suddenly a shadow otscured the doorway.
A light hand fell on his arm.
'Oh. Carl Carlv
.NIappie. how came YOU hcrer
u got into the wrong carriage, Carl-onc
sent by Mr.. Martin for my father-and never
discovered nv mistake until was almost at the
door: and-and the horrid cross old woman
would not let me 70 until my father came for
me, and
.Naccie said Carl .It,s not too late, even
now Jumr ;n,o tho c,rr;,oe. we'll be mar
r;sd vs,r
IT. ,,,,, ,,a ,.,,,;o,, h.- into Tho carriage.
,v,;.,.ro, i, s,,, d;..,,,on. 20 ,h. bcuildered
-. 81 A.. n,v, ,,.,..n, ,h.ro x.s only one
.,..J % ,wo
when ,bs sou;ro o,mo homo not far from
midnight. he found Mrs, Bepner in mysteries;
and nothing short Of the whole story, including