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

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trife 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 rack
enham's to ask her how she thought
he could possibly have offended MISS
Betsey Briggs.
And Just as he was detailing in Mrs
Packenham's puzzled ears the tale OF
his perplexily, a stout, elderly man.
with sea faring aspect, raped at the
door with the knobby handle OF his
ragged stick
"Ahoy, there" said Captain Giles
Gilliloe. q hope amt intrudin', but
these is all strange waters to me.
I've Just hailed neighbor n craft,
Betsey Briggs by name, and she don't
lower no signals. P'raps I've sighted
the wrong coast"
"Miss Briggs lives at the next house,
Mrs Parkenham said. That's true
enough"
I'm her cousin, said Captain Giles
Gilliloe. "She has invited me to moor
my craft in these parts for while,
but | amt used to heaye anchor along
side o them as don't speak to me civil.
And | hope I've made my log-book
clear
81 really can't account for it, said
Mrs Packenham, with troubled eX-
preston of countenance. ''Set down,
Cap'en Gilliloe. I've often heard her
speak of you, and I'm sure she wouldn't t
intend any ineivility. Set down and
have a-chat with Mr.. Sweetlands, our
minister, and III step over to Betsey's
at once and ut what all this means.
The sud gof DOWN in the Grim
sea-ll-na =. 1x only to July
skies So 'puT1ing twilight was
brooding Aves the swamp meadow, and
the orange1lilies glowed mystically in
the apple orchard, as Mrs Packenham
hurried toward the old Briggs home
stead, whose chimney stack rose out Of
n wilderness of fall lilac bushes. There,
sure enough, was Miss Betsey in the
vegetable garden, her sunbonnet Aap-
ping in the evening breeze but just as
Mrs. Packenham laid her hand on the
latch Of the picket gate Bowso, Far
mer Ponds big red bull, knocked his
horns against weak spotn the ada
cent pasture fence, and came thunder
ing into the inclesure with his tail in
the air, his huge head lowered almost
to the ground and a loW-muttered note
of defiance breathed through his threat
ening nostrils
La, mel' cried Mrs Paekenham-
"there's that brute loose again And
not a man in sight. And Betsey
Briggs with her red caliker gown on.
, She'll be killed as sure as the world
Oh, dear, oh, dear"
AS the feitstinn eddied through her
mind, the animal made an infuriated
charge toward the figure darkly out
lined against the hedge Of silver-green
pea-yines, utterng a savage below as
he rushed past, and Mrs. Paekenham
hurried, screaming. down the bill.
"Abraml Mr. sweetlands' Cap'en
Gilliloew she shouted Help help
Oh, why don't somebody come : Far
mer Ponds Bov5e has knocked poor
Betsey Briggs down intothe pea-vines'
{ and is a-gorin' her awful Help help,
$ help She'll be killed, as true as the
9 world Help help"
Just as She burst into the door at the
!, end of the kitchen the opposite one
opened, and in walked -Betsey Briggs
$ herself, cool, calm and composed with
$ veil folded neatly oyerher dove color
/, ed silk hat, and trayeling-6ag IN her
: hand.
4 Mrs. Packenham sat down. and
began to laugh and cry hysterieally
f, Mr.. sweetl,nds opened his Pale-blae
: eyes like watery moons the squire
a stared; Captain G1liloe held out hls
two brown hands and waved a lore
$ castle welcome.
9 Miss Betsey looked around ~ s''''-'
e establishment
5 Dear me- said she. "Wbat is the
matter? WHAT everybody looking a.
Q me So for: How dye do Cousin
+ Giles? Why don't you go on % 'ts
T house? Thought you was comm -
make me visit
: IL don't make out tins a5.,,l,aa mere
reckonin' at all said Captain ''iiiilos'
: scratching his puzzled head some, saon
how the wrong signals have be been
e swung out. But its all right now
I aye, aye, its all right now .la,, ~
5 fgure-head Of the Betsey Briggs eau :
e. be mistookm
I've just been up to Albany, +, ner ~
ie plained Miss Betsey, "to order . aes =,
: parlor carpet. went up <es'f1aag, ,aa.a
T and came down on the eFeh'ns
n and"
but. R.tsev. cried Nrs, Paehen-
u - i'e''s. na.modicaly at hef