Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1873-03-28

Goodnight" And they touched hands
and parted. -
Evert went up to his own room,
where his friend, Dick Bush, was sit
ting in the dark. Dick was boy OF
nineteen. He had been trying to work
his way through college, and had worn
himself out in the effort, and Mr.. Mill.
burn had brought him to the noun
tains for his vacation. Dick made a
hero of Evert, and he had been NOR
tally jealons of Emily May.
"Dick,' said Mr.. Millburn, after a
little, "we will go over to the Glen to-
morrow"
And then Dick understood the case,
and mentally abused Miss May as ga
cold-hearted f1irt," which epithet she
did not in the least deserve.
Evert and Dick went away early in
the morning. Emily heard the stage
drive away, and turned her face to her
pillow, and thought bitterly of the
horrible perverseness Of things in this
world.
She knew that Evert was good, and
manly, and sensible. He was in fair
way to win reputation at the bar, and,
if not just handsome, was attractive
and gentlemanly.
"There are dozens that would be
proud and happy to accept his love
and nothing would do but that he
must throw it away on me-" thought
Emily, impatiently. "But it's never
worth while to pity men very much
They mostly get over their troubles
very easily, if there is no money lost. "
From which it may be inferred that
Miss May was perhaps a bit of cynic.
Emily May lived with her mother,
in an inland town in New York. She
had a little property of her own, and,
with what she could earn by her pen,
she managed to dress herself, pay for a
summers journey now and then, and
keep her own house over head.
It was her way to look after her sick
neighbors, poor or not; to visit, now
and then, at the hospital and the coun-
ty house, and do what her hand found
to do. She made no fuss, and laid
no rules, and was under no ecclesiasti-
cal 'direction" in particular; but am
inclined to think she was as useful,
and far more agreeable, than if she had
made herself hideous in a poke bonnet,
and committed mental suicide.
When her holiday was over that
summer, she came home, and settled
quietly down to her work.
She was busy at her desk, one day
in October, when carriage drove rap
idly up the street, and stopped at the
door, and Dick Bush jumped hurried
ly out, and rang the bell. Emily went
to the door herself, upon which Dicks
hurry seemed suddenly to subside; and
when he came into the parlor, he ap-
peared to find great difficulty in express
ing himself, and Emily, greatly won
dering, asked after his friend Mr.. Mill
burn.
Dicks tongue was loosed.
"Oh, Miss May" he said, with shak-
ing voice, ''Evert is dying"
"Where? How?" said Emily, star
tied, and sincerely sorry.
Now Dick had been rather melodra-
matically inclined. He had meant to
act like the hero of lady's novel, and
administer a severely inhexible reproof
to the woman who had trifed with
Evert; but in Miss Mays presence he
found this plan impracticable, and
wisely refrained.
'He went out shooting with a fool
of a boy, and he, the boy, fired wild,
and Evert was badly hurt, and fever
set in; and, oh! Miss May, he keeps
asking for you, and he won't be quiet;
and the doctor said, if you could you
ought to come, for it might make a
difference. There's his note, and Mrs.
Millburn's.'
The doctor wrote, succintly, that,
considering the state of the case, Miss
Mays presence might possibly keep
the patient quieter, which was all i'm
portant. Mrs. Millburn's note was
an incoherent blotted epistle, begging
this unknown young lady to come and
save her boy.
Emily could not refuse; her mother
hurried her off, and in two hours she
was seated beside Dick, on her way to
Springfield. Her reflections were not
pleasant. Every one would talk, and
suppose there was a romance. ELY
St. John would be sure to know about
it, and ELY was such little chattle-
box, and to try to make a mystery of
the matter wonld be still worse.
Then she had "nothing to wear"
And how should she get along with
Evert's mother and sister? And who
would take her Bible class on Sunday
And what was to become of her little
book promised for ''the spring trade ?"
81 daresayit's all nonsense his want
ing me-" she thought. "People never
mean what they say in fever. [ re-
member Pat Murphy insisting that he
would have a hippopotamus handy in
the house; and if Mr.. Milburn comes
to himself, how horribly embarrassing
it will beH'
On the whole, Miss Mays feelings
were rather those of vexation than Of
romance.