Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1881-08-13

This high minded philanthropist that
the neighbors and the world in general
had never helped her to gain her hard
earned .ivelihoodp What we're her
poor little private interests to the grand
and colossal view Of society taken by
Mr.. Majilton, who had snug little In
come Of his own, and needed not to
track out the course Of every penny with
microscopic eagerness2
"What do you suppose General Ger
Ard would say to this culnable careless
ness of yours ?" he resumed; "or Mrs.
Dalrymple, whose fair, lovely daughters
represent the beauty and talent of the
neig hborhood%
"T'm sure DIM. very sorry" shifted
the poor boarding-house keeper,
"but-"
"Sorry |" echoed Mr.. Majilton.
"But of what avail will be your sor-
row, when once you have introduced q
serpent into these Eden wers? No,
Mrs. Peepandpry, have no desire, be-
heve me, to wound your feelings-I
merely desire. you to be little more
cautious in your dealings with the world
in general. Here's this great diamond
robbery at Palace Heights--Miss Du-
ponceau's ancestral jewels gone like a
vision. How do we know that your
model boarder may not be the head and
front of the adept gang who perpetrated
this outrage? Good heavens, madam |
I've looked up my collection of postage
stamps and rare coins every evening
since I heard of the diamond robbery
at Palace Heights"
"Oh, sir, I'm quite certain" stam-
mered Mrs. Peepandpry, "that Mr..
Guymard isn't one of the kind to"
"And I read only last evening in tho
paper" inexorably pursued Mr.. Majil-
ton, "of gigantic plot to fire all the
coal mines of Pennsylvania, and set
the Canada woods in blaze. Am I by
any means sure that this mysterious
stranger whom you have 30 iniudiciously
admitted into our midst is not the
diabolical wretch whose fendish in
genuity is responsible for all this
crime ?"
"Dear, dear!" said Mrs. Peepandpry.
"Suppose I see him ?" said Mr.. Maiil-
ton, authoritatively. "I can easily in
troduce myself, and"
"But you can't, sir" cried the poor
landlady; "for he's just took the ex-
press to New York, to be gone all day,
and I've got the whitewasher and the
carpet-beater here; and Bridget, with a
pale Of hot water and securing soap"
"Oh," said Mrs. Maiilton, "it's very
unfortunate-veryp
"Perhaps you'd like to look at his
room, sir I" suggested Mrs. Peepandpry.
"Well, it wouldn't do any harm for
me just to glance around little," said
Mr.. Majilton.
And with a majestic stride he fol-
lowed Mrs. Peepandpry into the apart
ment of the city boarder.
The whitewasher, with his ebon
countenance beaming beneath a paper
cap. was mixing miniature maelstrom
Of white foam in his pail. Bridget,
mounted upon stepladder, was dust.
ing the books, which were ranged, not
without artistic elegance and taste, on
home-constructed shelves. At the sight
Of the house cleaning phalanx every
domestic impulse was reused in Mrs.
Peepandpry's nature.
"Bndget," she cried, shrilly, "have
you commenced on those books without
cleaning this closet?"
"Please, m" retorted Bridget, "the
closet was cram-jam full of things, as
didn't ventur' to take the liberty to
move"
"It's only dressing-gowns, and fenc-
ing-gloves, and such like" said Mrs.
Peepandpry.
"Please, IN, there's false-face there" !"
argued Bridget, sand ton boxes, as I
didn't know but they might be full Of
spirits of inter and glycerine."
Nonsense said Mrs. Peepandpry,
herself plunging into the depths of the
closet, while Mr.. Maiilton peered eau
tiously over her shoulder. "Spirits of
inter and glycerine, indeedl I never
heard such folly in my lifel"
"a mask, eh?" said Mr.. Majilton,
at looks bad-very badl And black
serge cloak with hood Indeed |
And where's the dark lantern and the
false keysp
"There amt any, sir" said Mrs.
Peepandpry.
"There must be said Mr.. Majilton.
"Don't tell mel In this world one
thing invariably leads to another, and
Eh? What is that?"
1t was little, flat Japanese ho1,
which had fallen from the folds Of the
suspicious serge cloak.
"Dear, dear!" said Mrs. Peepand-
pry, show could I be so careless
There, the hasp is broken |"
at is providential, ma'am-quite
providential |" uttered Mr.. Majilton, as