Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1883-07-06

Your name IS
Yes YES. yes" interrupted Mar
tbos "Lnt there Is another man OF
the same name. and he's swindler.
come here to run him down; I've
pot detectives after him; come here
thjs evening and they will put you on
his track. I ,-
ror an hour OF more Martken was
in verv bad temper, but he grew calmer
Wien strolliug out to look at theerowds
Of carriages and their occupants, he
nf several acquaintance who had
temporarily abjured billiards or tllrtlng
for Tho same purpose As he chatted
with one of these carriage passed
slowly AMI Marthen saw in 1T the
amiable little widow he had met on
the train in the morning. She did not
seem to recognize him, but his friend
raised his hat and was smiled upon.
who is she, jerks ?--tell me,
quick"
she's Mrs. Whitlayton, widow of
VIII Whitlayton. who was just start
ing 10 make a fortune in wool when, a
couple OF years ago, he took pneu-
m9nia and died. He left her twenty
or thirty thousand dollars, though
enough to make lazy, well-dressed fel-
lows swarm around her like flies
around sugar barrel"
elias she any family?" asked
MMthen.
'No she makes her home with an
uncle and aunt whom she doesn't love
any too well, I'm told. A young
widow must have a home, though, you
know, if she doesn't want to be talked
about Excuse me moment" con
tinuei Marthen's friend, taking the
arm Of gentleman who vas about to
pass them, "here's good fellow you
ought to know, Cranch do YOU know
my friend, Arson Marthen? Mr..
Marthen, Mr.. Crauch."
"Tm very glal to know you, sir, ?"
sal Mr.. Cranch, "but, if it isn't too
impulent a. question to ask on 50 short
acquaintance, why are you strolling
on foot with Fred here, while your
charming fiancee is riding alone?"
"My iiancee?" exclaimed the en-
gineer, in astonishment, while his
friend looked inquiringly.
81 hope l am not mistaken" said
Mr. Canch. "I've been told that Mr..
Wbitayton was soon to become Mrs.
Anson Marthen."
Marhen's face blackened, as he eX-
claimed, through tightly closed jaws:
Gsutlemen, this is horrible.
never sew the lady's name until five
minut ,4.s. My yiilainous dou'9ie.zT :
4 ffi,is..,Iss3 f,.. - pfopdbly made love % he,
for her money and persuaded her tc
marry hun. What is to be doney"
One gentleman shrugged his shoul-
ders, and the other raised his eyebrows;
Mr.. Cranch finally said.
81 suppose it's nob)dy's business;
the lady has been married before; she
ought to be able to choose for herself. y
"Pll make it my business" Kissed
Marthen, as he turned abruptly and
hurried to his hotel, where he had the
good fortune to find one of the detec
tives awaiting him and full of news
The scapegrace Marthen, he said, had
been living quietly at a small boarding
house, but his servant, who had not
been paid for 50 long that he was will
ing for a ten-dolIar bill to tell all he
knew, hal diyulgel the fat that the
rascal knew he was being watched; he
was frightened, and he was up to some
new dodge, though the servant did
not know what that very evening; all
the African could ay was that his
master had twice visited sickly lock
ing man, whom the servant had seen
somewhere as a preacher, aud that
Marthen was to 60 there again that
very evening and meet the sickly man
in a garden. The servant suspected
wedding, for his master had ordered
his dress suit and spring oyercoat
brushed with extra care.
Marthen almost lost his head in his
rage, but the detective rapidly laid
plan to entrap the rascal. He would
hire the servant to abstract his mas
ter's coat and hat, which he, the de
tective, would put on and then call
upon the minister, Just after dark, with
the hope of successfully assuming the
manner and app sarance of the rogue,
and wormng himself into the secret.
Marthen approved the plan in general,
but insisted upon one change he
would wear the coat and hat himself
the dete tive consented, for, after all,
money was what he was working for,
and he was being well paid for his
services.
The servant was again brlbed, and
he not only took the overcoat and hat
but named the hour at which his mas
ter had told him he would go out. /
Then the faithful servant led Marthen
to the sckly ministers clearinghouse,
while the detective prevented the other
Marthen escaping. The other Mar
then S arcey knew what TO do; he
paced the sidewalk oppos te the desig
mated gar len: he saw figures occasion
ally enter and emerge but none that
he could recognize.
Suddenly however, just after two
plainlydrassed women had passed in,
a thin figure crossed the street and
whispered
" She is there.
Martben followed the preacher
wondering in what words to break
gently tn Mrs. Whitlayton the inte Ii
gence that the man she had promised
to NARY nas a worthless scamp, But
before he could say anything the lady
was leaning on his arm, and the
minister was laying
AS night air ahem is very
dangerou, to my lung ahem know
you win exruse me for losing no time.
Anson Marhrn do You take this
woman to he your welded wifeY
Martben was so astonisael tat he
could scarcely maintain his position or
find his tonoue. He recovered, how
ever. as Mrs. Whitlaytonpressed closer
to his side and whispered
"speak~quick-if you love mer
II do. sad Marthen, softly yet
"Yess whispered the lady
Then. said the minister II pro
no,naa r,an and wife. and what