Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1880-09-02

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FAIzgnes, BIZ N1fIs .lIs maidens.
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ment 81 our lives q Sc 1a1 where
else. ButIam wandering again. IsteT
back into the street with my head Gull
Of these thoughts and saunter past houses
that are as sound asleep as their inhab-
tants must surely be. Here and there
house has signs Of life, the windows
are open, the sound OF piano breaks
the still air and some Industrious lit
tie beginner laboriously hammers out
"Home, Sweet Home"
smile kindly and sympathize with
the ambitious little soul that can rise al
four o'clock in the morning to beat 8
track 70 fame. Some green and gold
tinted leaves fiutter to my feet. IstooT
aud collect the stray leaves. viii pre-
serve them. They are exquisiteIy
shaped and colored, and are such ap-
propriate reminders Of this fresh, sun
glinted morning. Here comes a negro
girl, her 1.-THE, graceful form swayed BY
bucket Of water held by one hand; the
other is outstretched 70 preserve heI
balance. As she looks at me sleepily
out Of her great black and really beau
tiful eyes, she wonders what can have
made nomad Of a young and iaunty.
looking lady at that hour of the morn.
ing. try to assume an official and bus.
mess like air, but am assured that, like
Mark Twain's Pilgrims, she is fully per-
shaded that / am . handful Of Ameri-
can Citizens travelling simply for re-
creation, etc.
An enterprising little bootblack hur-
ries past, and looking at my dusty shoes,
calls out persuasively, "Extra shine,
lady, ten cents" look scornfulIy al
the boy and hurry the Objectionable
boots out of that neIghborhOod, mental
ly shaking. the dust from my feet.
am now before the gate where | am to
stop, out the house il closed Can |
have made a mIs.akes There are SO
many houses just alits in this row. No,
1 have not, so / wal rssss:he path, ring
the BEL and wait pg face,
TIL a serving woman unloEks the inner
door to the vestibule, making the wall.
tremble, and appears in the entrance
with look Of fbewildered astonishmeni.
] calmly inquire with a spice of mali.
cious mischief IN my voice If MIR. Car
less Is in, and as she replies that he has
not risen yet, | quietly walk past her
into the familiar little parlor. / will
wait till he is ready.
Seated amidst Plutoulan darkness
which the woman does not undertake
to mitigate, have time TO think while
Bridget coolly walks of to the kitchen,
where she remains a short time and
then comes 10 inquire IL would like
her to 60 up and tell that was there
! agree with her that il would be good
idea. yes, decidedly so, whereupon she
numbered up stairs and reused one oI
the young ladies, then came back and
asked for my name. gave il good ma.
turedly, and suspicioning that she would
bring down on me the wroag person,
said it was the gentleman | wished tc
see.
"Shur'n il was the master | wanted
to see." Biddy looked annoyed and
excited. By tins time had succeeded
in opening the shutters, so took nc
further notice of her. She departed
only TO reappear with an increase oi
speed and indignation, and asked if some
such heathenish nonsense az Smith or
Williams was not my cognomen Then
my blood was reused, and I said, at the
same time rising from the chair and
pointing my umbrella at her, before
which she backed and assumed a most
humble aspect "See here, woman,
have stood your impudence with large
amount Of patience-go,' said. point
ing to the door, "and tell your master
that my name is Livingstone. Do you
hear, woman, the great immortal Liv-
ingstone, L-i-y-i--" But she was al
ready gone. and ] expect she few up
stairs aud told them that there was q
democrats wreteh hafow who cailad hat
living stone. shook out my rulIled
feathers and rose smiling to meet my
master in Greek and Latin, as he laugh
Ingly apoIogized for his delay and the
servants stupidity. Bridget is pecu-
llar. you know ~ '.Ah. how peculiar, .
l murmured.
VALE.