Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1883-07-27

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she did notretup his polite rrect.ng q. ny.
He 'eatef-t aiittle louder. ma s,in
Il ,ok ~ pol2othis spectacled.gare
and new silk.hs
Il hope lshayeht offended her n
any way said Nj. sweetlands 10 him.
self; and be tried to think back 70 tbe
sentences of lislastscrmon about COS I
sips and M oilers 4 don't think ! /
said anything which She could bv any f.
possibility apply to. herself. Miss
Briggs-Miss Briggs. l say"
lie waite11a minute or So for a reply |
which did lot come: then he sighed
mildly, and walked on.
These single sisters are perhaps a
triae difficult TO manage" said he
"But doubtless experience will smooth
my pathway in time
And, naturally enough, the Rev. Mr.
Sweetlands stepped in at sister Pack
enham's to ask her how she thought
he could possibly have offended Miss
Betsey Briggs
And just Is he was detailing in Mrs.
Packenham' puzzled ears the tale of
his perplexity stout, elderly man.
with sea iaring aspect, raped at the
door with the knobby handle of his
ragged stick
"Ahoy there" said Captain Giles
Gilliloe. y hope amt ntruun, but
these is all strange waters to me
I've Just HAILED a neighbor nj craft
Betsey Briggs BY name, and she don't
lower No sionak P'raps I've sighted
the wrong coast
miss Briggs sliyes at theneyt house"
Mrs Packenham said That's true
enough"
I'm heEeousin, SAID Captain Giles
Gilliloe. She has invited me to moor
my craft in these parts for a while,
but / ain't used to heaye anchor along
side o them as don't speak to me civil.
And hope I've made my log-book
clear"
Il really can't account for it, said
Mrs fackenham, with a troubled eX-
preston of tountenance. set down,
Cap'en Gaa1oe. I've often heard her
speak Of YOU, and I'm sure She wouldn't
intend any in@igiiity. Set down and
have a chat with. Mr. pweetlands, oul
minister andII step oyer to Betsey's
1t once q, SIC what ali this means. y.
The sm I'd gone down In the Grim
skies rpling twilight wa
brao5, Sef the swamp meadow. an
tba 5fange lilies glowed mystically i
e.q apple orchard, as Mrs. PackenhaI
huraed toward the old Briggs home
sread whose chimney stack rose out 0
a wilderness of tall lilac bushes. There
sure enough, was Miss Betsey in tn,
vegetable garden, her sunbonnet dap
ping IN ing evening breeze, but Just a.
Mrs. Packenham laid her hand on the
latch Oh the picket gate, Bowse. Far.
mer Ponds big red bull, knocked his
horns asainst weak spot in the ada
cent pasture fence, and came thunder
ing ntoihe incloSure with his tail in
the air. bis huge head lowered almost
to the gormd and a low-muttered note
of defiance breathed through his threat
ening Hostrils.
LA mel? cried Mrs. Paclenham-
there's that brute loose again, And
not man in sight And Betsey
Briggs with her red caliker gown ON.
Shellbe killed as sure as the world
Oh. dear, oh, dearl'
As the reflection eddied through her
mind, the animal made an infuriated
harge toward the figure darkly out
ined against the hedge of silver-green
,ea-yaes uttering savage below as
e rushed past, and Mrs: Packenhan
urried screaming, down the hill.
"Abraml Mr.. Sweetlands! Cap'en
iiIiloe" she shouted. Help help
N, why don't somebody come? Far
Ter Ponds Bowse has knocked poor
etsey Briggs down into the pea-vines.
nd is a-gorin' her awful Help, helpl
elp. shell be killed, as true as the
orld. Help! help
Justa she burst into the door at the
ID Of the kitchen, the opposite one
,ened, and in walked Betsey Briggs
.rself cool, calm and composed, with
veil folded neatly over her dove color
silk hat, and traveling-bag in her
md
Mrs Packenham sat down. and
gan to laugh and cry hystericallv;
T. Sveetlands opened his pale-blue
es like watery moons; the squire
ared Captain Gilliloe held ont his
% brown hands and waved a fore
stle welcome.
Miss Betsey looked around in gentle
constituent.
Dear me' said she. oWhat is the
alter What is everybody looking at
2 50 lorf How dye do, Cousin .
les: Why don't you go on to the
use thought you was comm TO
Ike me a yisitp'
IL don't make out this boro
'kolln At all" said Captain Gilliloe,
a''4las .sd MS puzzled head. Some
" 'p9 inc. wrong signals have been
uns o"' :. But it's all right now
e asT, vs., its all right now, The
= l's.aoau =..eo,in q the Betsey Briggs can't