The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1875-03-19

said she. 81 want real, good, substan-
tial-''
"We can suit you exactly, ma'am - said
Mr.. Jackolin, rubbing his hands gleefully
together. "Only two Of 'em made. Too
good Ha! ha ha Just sold the other
one at loss, and as you're lady wen do
equally wen by yo1.''
Fate is ap irresponsible agent, as we ere
,aught TO believe; but there is a deal OF
sly waggery about Fate, after all. Elsie,
how did 1t happen that Mr.. Elton and Miss
Mary Anne Binder net on the northern
train that gusty February night. about
two weeks subsequently,
Miss Mary Anne was jubilant, AS she
thought of Miss Sarepta and Barbara Black
more and the two Mr.. Blackmores. Mr..
Elton, who sat directly across the aisle of
the railway car, more detected. Mrs.
Elton had recovered from her cold and
telegraped to him that he might expect her
to meet him at the Whiteport Hotel.
'FOf course she'll go the rest of the route
with me-" pondered Err. Elton. s'Dear me,
dear me, why can't women be contented at
home ?''
There had been considerable changes of
train, owing to the breakdown of a locomo-
tive on the snowy road, and the passengers
congregated about the baggage-car, when
at last they reached Whiteport. Miss Bin
der presented her check to hackman.
Mr.. Elton CHANGED to select the same func.
tionary.
eff them trunks amt as ike as two
peas said Jehu to himself, as, his fares
snugly seated, he banged the trunks on be-
hind. Guess likely they'll know 'em
apart. though; if they don't L can't be ex-
pected to -
Mr.. Elton was dislodged first.
"Whiteport Hotel, sir - cried the coach
man. ''This your trunk sir %
"That is my trunk answered Mr.. Elton,
blissfully confident that no one had a trunk
like his.
Jehu pocketed his fare, shut the carriage
door, sprang to his box, and ratified away
over the pavement at a break-neck pace to
number ninety-two Box street, where the
celebrated family of Blackmore resided.
"Here you are ma'arn - cried he, pitch
!
tibule with an energy that made Miss
Binder rejoice in its zinc corners and iron
clamps. "Now, then One dollar, ma am -
Miss Binder unlocked the trunk in the
presence of all four of the cousins.
"I've an India Grape shawl out Of Uncle
Dixon's sea-chest for each Of you, girls
said she, "and a set of carved ivory chess
men, and a real Turkish chibouque for
Charles and Caleb. And
As she spoke the wards of the key re-
volved. and the LID hew up. Miss Barbara
uttered a Shrek.
"Men's Shirts" cried she.
| Mr.. Caleb recoiled.
"Bootsr' uttered he, in hollow voice.
While Mr.. Charles glared, voicelessly at
q set of shaving tools, and a yellow-covered
| volume.
! 81 wouldn't have believed it, Mary Anne,
: if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes" said
Barbara.
! "a gratuitous insult" croaked Miss Sar-
! epta, the elder sister. :
| 'It-it isn't mine," squeaked the unsor-
tunate Mary Anne, bursting into tears of
mingled perplexity and modification.
! "Not yours? Then whose as it?" fiercely
! demanded Serepta Blackmore. Mary
Anne MARY Anne! I'm ashamed of
: you'll"
| But if Miss Binder was subjected to OBJ
! loquy and misconstruction, what was the
: gloomy cloud that settled above Mr.. Ern-
est Elton, when his better half taking calm
! possession of his keys, unlocked the zinc
bound trunk that the hotel porter deposited
| in their room, and beheld-a brown velvet
bonnet, two China Grape shawls, and a
work-box
"Mr. Elton" she cried, jerking out the
] tray, as if it burned her fingers, "what is
! this ?''
"My things, dear, aren't theyP" uncon-
sciously answered Mr.. Elton, who sat with
his broad back towards his wife and the
/ trunk that tcas,'t his, toasting his feet at
/ the fender.
"Your things, indeed Pretty thingsl
wonder you don't blush to speak the words
Slippers-embroidered handkerchiefs
: ed underthings Elton, I'll sue for a di-
vorce. I ,ciJl 20
She sank back on easy chair, making
evident preparation for a good old-fashioned
attack of Mysteries. Mr.. Elton jumped UP
and sprang to the rescue.
ernest, aohose things are theseP"
"My dear, L don't know
els this your trunk ?"
! "It's-my = trunk" unwillingly owned
! Mr.. Elton. But somebody has hocus- DO
cussed my things out of it, and somebody
else's in
Ernest, that is ridiculous nonsenseY'
shrieked Mrs. Elton. ooh! Oh! On that
! should live to see this day! Go away,
you false, unnatural, deceitful, double-fac-
! ed
"Please, sir" interposed the voice of the
hotel porter, there's lady here with big
l. -t,,a 4 III