Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-10-25

companion; 1.-THE big man with the white
beard, talking to the chairman"
..Whose's the chairman?''
Haven't notion; military-looking
parry
A gentleman, conspicuous in the white
tie and long coat of the Established
IChurch. came forward. and. having COM
manded silence by motion of his hand,
delivered q short extemporaneous prayer,
to which the vast audience uttered a
sonorous sAmen." Then a second gen.
|tIeman, in obviously tinted linen, and
looking generally like caricature of his
cunfrere, gave out a hymn, two lines at a
time, which was sung with somewh hat
rude but genuine feryor. The chairman
then announced that Mrs. Rachel Founder
would address the meeting. Mrs. Founder,
an economically constructed lady clad in
shining and cracking silks, advanced to
the handrail, with the aspect Of a femin-
inc policeman bent on taking her whole
audience into instant custody. She sub
sided at last, apparently to the satisfac-
ton Of her audience, who applauded her
| but feebly.
Then came disaster.
| The Chairman said that, before request
| ing Mr.. Short to address the meeting, he
would avail himself Of hint which he
owed to that gentleman, by inviting such
as were present, and felt the spirit move
them, to encourage their neighbors in the
path of temperance. by quoting such short
passages from the Scriptures or the poets
in which the beauties of that virtue were
praised. The invitation was accepted.
| Then, moved, doubtless, by the instlga
ton of the devil, arose Mr.. George Eyton.
His dress and appearance, so completely
diffe. ent from those of the rest of the audi
ence, attracted great attention which grew
as he slowly adjusted his coat and fitted
his Eyeglasses. They waited. the more
Enthusiastic of them drawing a deep
breath the better to applaud the sentiment
he had risen to utter. 1t came.
| Take little, for the stomach's sake. "
| There was moments dead silence, and
then tumult, wild and indescrbable. and
Mr.. Eyton, bourne upon the crest of a hu-
man wave, found himself in the deserted
street, with no very clear idea of how he
got there. His hat was gone, his light
dust overcoat hung about him in ribbons.
He leaned against convenient lamp
post. and laughed until the street re-
echoed. Presently wiping the tears from
his eyes, he beheld Mr.. Courtenay, part
ner in his expulsion and merriment.
1T was too bad, George said Courte-
nay, gasping.
IL couldn't have helped it, If I'd been
hung for it, answered Eyton. "Confound
it all, the chairman asked for texts.
gave one, didn't /? | say. Courtenay,
old man, | can't walk home in this state.
Fetch a cab for me, there's good fellow.
while have my laugh out"
Courtenay moved away to fulfill his
friends behest, but suddedly stood still.
al say! Eyton! Look here!"
whats the matter?''
| Courtenav' sole answer was to point to
a flaming poster on the wall. George fol-
lowed the direction of his friends fore
finger, and read, with dropping jaw:
......s..+
The chair will be taken at O'Clock
| General Sir Maximus Boswell. X. C.B..
| .....+..........
IS
Upon the morning following the events
recorded i'm the last chapter, Miss Kitty.
lengaged in the household of General Bos-
well as lady's maid to that gallant officer 5
daughter. was much exercised in mind
regarding tne UlDVellcntS anu Ititthtiobs
of mysterious stranger, who had, for
the last half hour. been taking secret
views of the house from behind various
4 trees. and otherwise conducting himself
in an unusual and remarkable manner.
The stranger was eminently respectable.
and indeed mildly clerical in appearance.
lie was clean shaven. and wore blue
glasses and long frock cost. but his be-
havior was homogeneous. and therefore, to
the mind of the faithful Kitty. suspicious.
Having tor some time watched his move
ments from the shadow of an arbor, she
emerged. and betook herself. in AN inno-
cent and degage manner, 10 the culling OF
a nosegay from the garden beds. The
mysterious one made frantic efforts to al
tract her attention, with apparent non
success. She saw his signals, but gave
no sign in return. Waxing holder, the
stranger. carefully enseoncing himself
behind tree, called her by name. whereat
the maiden. with stitled scream, dropped
the half completed nosegay. and scuttled
back to the arbor with mighty frou-frot,
of petticoats. The stranger made himself
as small as he could, and waited. The
damsel presently returned, with gingerly
steps,
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