Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1883-05-03

For a moment Mrs. Morton seemed
irresolute; then having said few
words to the head bearer, she cried
aloud in a passionate burst Of sobs,
1 will sooner die than submit to
such humiliation" and, followed by
her servants she rushed away.
There was a long wailing cry--a
shriek-a heavy spash. Good heavens.
could it be-could it be possible that
his impctuous wife had thrown her.
self into the we'll? lIark to those
wild cries as the bearers run hither
and thither with loud exclamations
and calls for help. alyzed with
fear, the husband could with Difficult
ty open the door; then rushing out
he would have flung himself into the
still rippling water, in a mad attempt
at rescue, had not a bearer hung up
on his arm, as, in broken English, he
tried to explain that his mistress WAS
safe
"rnen where is she ? What is all
this row about ? Who has fallen in?
What are You all yelling for y
"For Mem Sahib tell, throw big
stone down WE'LL then too much bob.
berry make; run this way, that way
plenty great tmnasha. Mem Sahlb
make big cry, then Mem run away. y
DR.. Morton knew himself outwit-
ted, for doubtless his wife had taken
advantage of the door she had thus
succeeded in opening. All, we'll,
though vexed at the trick, he was by
no means sorry that the conflict was
at an end, and that they should both
pass what remained of the night in
peaceful rest, He dismissed the
bearers, and returned to the house
bnt to find it shut the door was
closed, and obstlnatelv resisted all ef-
forts to open IL while a voice from
the window from which he had him
self 50 lately spoken, said, 1--WE shall
not sleep under the save roof tbs
night " The 90 tor, with an uneasy
laugh, first treated tn. situation us IL
silly joke, then eypoStulatcd, then
atormed: but ali without avail or even
notice. He called to the avah 10 open
the door: but her answer was that she
was locked in Mems room, and Mem
had the key under her pillow. He
stamped at first with anger, but soor
with cold, for bis night rvjamgs of-
tered slight protection against the
chill mcrning air. At length seeing
the palanquin, he GOT into it. The
lovely cloak was lying On the cush,
IONS; he drew the hood over his head.
its delicate hues in striking contrast
to his sunhurned face and dishcveled
hair and dragging ii round his broad
shoulders with an angry tug, settled
himself to sleep.
The gun had fired, the assembly
sounded, but still the doctor slept on,
Nor was he reused by the sound Of
horses hoohs, as Il bcvy Of ladies, un-
escorted except by servants, rode up
to the door. They would be joined
in there ride hy their husbands after
parade; and thrn. after a final round
of the course, assemble at the house
of one other Of their party to chota-
haz-zarie and Il lively discussion of
absent friends.
In much surprise they waited a
inmate or sD before the closed and 81
lent honsc; then, with significant
glanceS. one after another slid from
her saddle, determined to solve the
mystery. All, there it is A little
corner Of the cloak worn the night
before by Mrs. Morton pecpcd out Of
the closed door of the palanquin;
twas evident that the poor little
thing had been obliged to seek that
shelter. What II shame " They
would speak to her, they would com
fort her, and oh, what a laugh they
would have against her. They group
ed themselves round the palanquin,
bending low to peer in; and one on
either side drew back the sliding
doors as-sracious DIR. Morton,
still half asleep, slowly opened his
eyes. Most ehectnally was he wax
eDed by the startling exclamation
with which the visitors hastily re-
treated to their horses, which they
we're just in the act Of mounting as