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

While you are thus engaged I will
scribble off telegram to the Grand
Central depot, in New York, that he
may be arrested the very instant that
he steps off the train. This is really
ahem what one may call direct in
terposition of Providencep
"Oh, dear oh, dear |" cried Mrs.
Peepandpry, wringing her hands, "has
it come to this? And Mr.. Guymard 80
civil-spoken and gentlemanly, and all !"
"Pray remember, my good woman"
adjured Mr.. Maiilton, I" that time is Of
the first importance. Get pencil and
paper Immediately. George" to the
carpet-beating youth, who was standing
by, all eyes and ears, "run with this
telegraph to the Office. and let it be
charged to my account. And in the
meantime, Mrs. Peepandpry, let us have
4 circumstantial and minute description
of this wolf in sleeps clothing who has
thus entered our fold"
But Mrs. Peepandpry's few little wits
were entirely frightened out of her,
and she could not, at moments notice,
remember the items of Mr.. Guymard's
personal appearance; and the more i'm
patient Mr.. Majilton waxed the more
bewildered she became; so that the car
riage from Palace Heights, and the box
wagon from the police court were both
1t the door before she had decided
whether Mr.. Guymard's eyes were dark
gray or light blue, his nose aquiline or
Romanesque.
Miss Duponceau, from the Heights
looked around her in amazement. The
constable eyed poor Mrs. Peepsndpry
As if he meant to arrest her at once.
Mr.. Maiilton began, in four-syllabled
words, to explain the situation to the
gentry from Palace Heights, whose ac-
4uaintance he had long yearned for an
opportunity of making; and presently
the complication of affairs was rendered
more hopeless still by the unexpected
appearance upon the scene of--Mr.
Guymard himself.
"Don't be alarmed, Mrs. Peepand-
pry," said he, cheerfully; "but I dis
covered at Chatham junction thatI had
left some important papers behind, and
= But, pray, what is the meaning OF
all this?"
And he looked around him in extreme
amazement at the little crowd, the dis
organized closets, the japanned box on
the table, with its sparkling contents.
"Villain," cried Mr.. Majilton, "your
Vaccinations are discovered at last! Con-
stable, arrest that man! Miss Dupon-
ceau, let me be the fortunate instrument
of returning to you your diamond neck
lace, which yonder abandoned scoundrel
noe"
"But he isn't an abandoned scoun-
drel," said Miss Duponceau; "he's my
Cousin Charles. And these things
aren't diamonds at all, but miserable
glass stones, not worth farthingl"
"Eh 2' cried Mr.. Majilton, his lower
jaw dropping, in dismay.
Mr.. Guymard looked keenly around.
"It seems to ME, Mrs. Peepandpry,"
said he, "that there has been great
deal of very unnecessary meddling
here"
But what does this disguise meanr
questioned Mr.. Maiilton, family.
eft is my masquerade Dress" said
Guymard, carelessly, "for Miss Dupon-
ceau's ball and the necklace of cheap
stage iewelry was intended to oaccompany
it,"
"Who are you?" demanded Majilton.
"In the interests of the village, I have
q right to ask this question"
"a right which I don't in the least
recognize" coolly returned Guymard.
"But there is no reason why I should
decline to state that my name is Charley
Guymard, that am lawyer, and that
1 am lodging with this good woman be-
cause I want quiet and privacy while I
am engaged in studying up the details
of am important will case. If you want
any other particulars can only refer
you to my cousin, Miss Duponceau, who
was quite aware of my residence here,
as well as cognizant of its reasons"
Miss Duponceau burst into clear,
musical laugh.
"The idea of taking my Cousin
Charles for a burglar !" she cried out.
"Really, there is no end to the absurd
ity OF these good people. But, now
that the carriage is here, Charles, I
shall insist upon taking you back to the
Heights with me. Mrs. Peepandpry is
very kind, am sure but, after what
has happened, this place can hardly be
a home for you any longer"
So. Mrs, Peepandpry lost her boarder;
the constable skunk away, trying to
hide his handcutIs under his coat tails
as he went; Mr.. Majlton departed,
looking like barn-door chanticleer
who has been out in the rain; and the
Palace Heights people considered the
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