Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1873-04-17

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sne back gate. unused be. listening via
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Bet HI voadsss and uusings usse "a
painfnlly shsrt. = So. -.
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snaly. Il IN afraid hare bad ssvs 10
yess Your vifs did soe 20 10 Ciasispati
- yes supposeI shs vent to Clessland. =
And she did not 60 aleae.' fag,.i-, ~
! Mr.. Whiting Stared helplsssly q Il
spsaker. uaable "a The instant q take il
ltugA dsonden1 ti1inos. ls ASA sas. 49,, 4
4 What | ~ b trus. M. Whiting.
have Il from parties who saw her Co.,
She has gone to Cleveland. and she ,ha
not gone alone. repcated Miss Di.brow
nodding 50 wisely she might have beer
own aunt to Solomon.
q Mr.. Whiting Vas a. innocent as uev
Ieup Of milk. bat he had as many nerve.
20 woman; and If he had not been borr
. man he certainly would have been !,
blue-bottle 6y. humping about. restles,
and distracted. And 80. as soon As b,
fully comprehendsd Miss Disbrow's dis.
graceful story. he was nearly wild.
He took it harder than l could wish
Bcnjamin--harder than could wish.--
Poor man! L don't know when have pit.
led anybody so before; aud truly, Benja.
min. | am afraid l shall have no appetite
for my breakfast; and you know il is 6sh.
balls to-day. and l am more partial tc
fish. balls than anything else. It is too
bad. so it is.'
And Miss Disbrow sighed, partly for
her own loss. and partly for the loss Of
her ueighbor.
Yes, Benjamin. There he GOES
Yes. going to end her; and when he fiuds
her. what then. l ask you. BenjamiuT
Benjamin did not know; he had NO
means Of knowing; so he did not tell.
And after smelling Of bottle Of cam
phor, Miss Disbrow went on 1t does
seem to me. and always has. that if Mr..
Whiting had not been born an idiot, he
might have known better than to marry a
pretty bunch of lace and feathers. Bu,
man is always fool about woman un-
til he marries her.
While Miss Disbrow. full Of wisdom
and sympathy. talked thus behind her
glasses and the window curtains. Mr..
Whiting went down the avenue to the de-
pot, half frantic with haste and horrible
fancies. and blaming himself for his blind
ness and carlcssness; while a thousand
things, overlooked and forgotten hereto.
fore. Strengthened and explained them
selves in the light Of this shameful fight.
Once in the car. the train. at its swift
est. seemed to crawl like sick caterpiller;
and oh, how tcdiously often and long they
stopped at every wood-pile and hamlet Of
shanties. Suddenly they stopped not
much of anywhere. aud never started
again.
What's up now 2 cried out Mr.. Whit
ing. impatiently.
Nothing is up. The bridge is down.
answered somebody. in such provoking
cool tone that Mr.. Whiting felt like ask
ing him to fight We have to 90 around
three miles 10 a sleigh. and take the train
on the other side. Fine chance for q
sleigh-ride.' added the contented soul.
whose wife sat in the seat beside crochet
ing q very minute sack.
Sure enough! First an hour of ignom-
inious waiting. then the crowded. tedious
transportation Of Eve hundred men and
women, and each Of their FIVE hundred
trunks. over and back. A cycle Of time
to man with q swarm of bees in bis
heart.
But all things come round to him who
waits and at last they steamed of beyond
tie broken bridge. slower though. than
ever, for the road was washed. and the
train. was heavy. Yet at last that
ride ended also. although il was away
through the night. and finally day break i.
and even broad morning before the bella.
ted train reached Cleveland.
1t was two early for the street cars, and
being OF time. there was no coaches in
waiting; 50 Mr.. Whiting started at once
to walk to the residence Of his wifs's faith
er. .-,-t .-.4 --
The day had broken rough and windy.
as it always is in the beautiful Forest City;
and the cloudy sky frowned upon the mis-
erable husband a. we'll Is the smoke-stain-
ed shops and sloppy sidewalks. Even
Commodore Perry, upon his pedestal 10
the park. seemed to look stonier than ever
as he gased of upon the icy lake. si.h q
sort Of pity that forboro to look down
upon ths human wretchedness kc bad him
self doue with years and years ago.
Mr.. Whiting hurried on. hardly COM
pretending his errand. or what be feared
until he came to the house Of his faeher-
Iin-lsw---a pretty gothic cottage. set Gar
back on lawn, behind linden trees.-
The house was shut mp and silen:; but
Mrs. Whiting was always lark Il rising;
and ss her husband involuntarily looked
up at the window Of the room they had 80
often occupied. he saw her looping back
the curtains. - cheerful and as bright as
bustercup. Aud before he was half way
up the walk. she was through the door.
vsy and down 10 meet him suiliug like q
morning glory. sssslaseta sals-s7s
i didnt expect Jon before tomorrow.
che cried. in girlish JOY. 4 thought you
wovldn't get my letter in time. Nobody
is up bot me; isn't that splendid ! No.
hsdy il the vholc hsase? We viii e
devn % breakfass before they know You
are here. Why. how delightful ! could
hog that old mail-earfiee for taking
rOuud my letter ID time. But vns4t 4
uasniscent that Theodore happsned - ses
nel He sid il - N luck and shanes
hs did set get eat % the oshsr side Of The