Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1884-07-11

She said very little, but she smiled a
great deal-and Carlisle was more in
iatuated than ever when he came
away, towards II o'clock Of dark and
orooding August night, with sus-
plcious closeness in the air, and vivid
sheets Of lightning here and there.
isn't she perfect?" he cried, as he
and Bolton walked along the edge of
the shore.
"ohe IS very beautiful-yes."
And graeeful-and womanly ?'cried
the lover, greedy for praise.
II concede all of that slowly spoke
Belton; "but | don't call her exactly a
lady
"Pshawr said Carlisle. "Your
ideas are formed on the hackneyed
model of society. A girl like Augusta
IS capable of any degree Of polish.
And did you observe what sweet low
voice she ad-like lute?"
i "Granted; but it struck me that her
/ grammar was a little shaky now and
then"
"Oh, grammar; that's nothing,
She'll soon pick up the phrases of the
people she is with"
Carlisle" cried his friend quickly,
you are not engaged to her?"
No; but shall be within the next
twenty-four hours" boldly asser-
Carlisle.
4 beg of you, do nothing ras
entreated Belton. ''Wait a d
- = 9'ont preach, a little -
Fl tell you, I've been considerinSs
matter all summer, and / have /.
up my mind"
"Ihen there is no use in my 4
ing the point" said Bolton.
mo use at ALL" cried Carlisle, 81
call myself a not contemplate Judge OF
character, and pronounce Augusta
Cotton to be one of the sweetest and
rarest types of true womanhoodw
By this time, however, the long i'm
pending storm had burst. Sheets OF
rain poured down, vivid lightning cleft
the sky, casting lurid glow on the
boiling waves, unpleasant showers of
spray began to deluge them ever and
anon
81 hope you are certain about the
path, said Belton, who was quite new
to this coast country.
well. thought l was,' answered
Carlisle. But the tempest and dark
ness seem to have blotted out the old
landmarks. Here is some one coming.
Let's ask him. My friend, are we in
the right way for the Point?"
"Ain't goin' to Point, answered an
inebriated voice "Goin' back to public
oush. Ge-wetl Ge.coldl Berrer go
back to public-oush."
"It's old Cotton, said Carlisle, some
what discounted. "He isn't ALWAYS
sober. Like other seafaring men, he
likes his grog."
"Your father-in-law elect, eh?" said
Belton, with shrug of the shoulders.
"But you should see how angelically
sweet and forbearing Augusta is with
him, said Carlisle. "That is the thing
| most admire in her-her perfect tenn
per. And of course we shall separate
her entirely from these awkward rela-
tionships. In the meantime-as the
old man is going back to the public
oush'-I suggest that we go back tc
the cottage and get Augustus little
brother to pilot us in the right direc-
tion. Or, perhaps know they have
little spare room somewhere under
the eayes-they can keep us there all
night, l don't like 70 ask it of them
but | do not see what else we can do. >
In less than five minutes they were
once more knocking at the cottage
door-but to their surprise it was moi
opened.
A tiny window at the left was push.
ed the least bit aiar, and the voice Of
the fair Augusta. shriller and sharper
than he ever could have believed pos
slble, out-shrieked the tempest.
Go awayl" she cried. Clear outl
won't have you in the house"
Augusta Annr' demonstrated the
voice of old Mrs. Cotton from the in
side.
Hold your tongue, MAJ" screamed
Augusta, 1--we told pa, time and again
'he next time he came home at this
hour Of night, | wouldn't let him in.
Not II ne sat on the rocks until day.
oreak. And l mean to stick to my
word so therel It's too bad of him, Sc
y IS to spoil my chances with a city
osau by this sort of goings on, and
won't stand it. Get out, pa. Don't
stand whining there"
But Augusta Ann, pleaded the olt
woman, its your tongue and youl