The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1884-11-28
MISTAKEN.

"SomethIng so sweet and rustic
about il, you know; roses and new.
made hay, aud Strawberries and ali
that sorI Of thing! Simply delight
ful shall call the place 'Cedar
Grove when date my letters To
my friends"
"You're crazy on the subject OF
rural life, Pouncelord!' cl,rerily
answered Mr.. Glenn. "Eyeiy h.an
has u mania Oh some subject, they
say, aud yours il tue country
Mr.. Pierce P0uncriord stood
looking af,ei the retrealins foot
steps of his friend tor minute OF
two. lie was a short compactiy
built little fellow, with ruddy
cheeks, close shavcn lace and a bali
spot on top OF his head. while his
keen, blue eyes had all the bright
ness and fervcr OF youth, notwlth.
standing the five aud forty years,
during which they had contemplate
ell the sins aud enormities OF life IN
the city of New York, but, happi-
~ there was TO be no more of that
sort OF ihingj he had sold out hi'
stock, good will, lease aud fxtures
aud was now n solved to end hi,
days in the blissiul companionsbiI
ut nature! ! For Mr.. POrncei0rd
albeit he was an inveteraie ol,
bachelor, had YET n liberal infusion
OF the romantic element in his dis
position.
III know | shall enjoy it IL
spite OF all Glrnn's cr0akings,
said MI. Pouucetord, STOPPING tc
gather Il four-lcaved clover, aud
wondering il u distant note b,
heard IN the air was "A nightingale
or an owl.
"Jenkins,' said he to the iutirm
old man be had installed as gar
dener, "was that n bird-that
noise, | meanr
"Lawd a.massy, siIw said Jen-
kins, rheuma'icaily, looking up, it's
tue bi ru.door creakiu' ou its
hingesT
"Ohp said Mr.. P0unceiord. some
what discomtited. "But Pn quite
sure that's a whippoorwhIll, Jen
kins, isu't iti'
"Bless my heart, sir,' said Jen
kius, with an asthmatic imitation
OF u laugh, "them's the frogs down
back OF the house, pipin' up, them
ls.o
"Ab, in,leedl- n Mr.. Pouneeford
took SNUFF. "Well, well, | shall
learn all these things after awhile.
The frs. evening in the new
house wasa little dull, to be sure
but one couldn't expect the whirI
0l city dissipations at a lace lik.
Cedar Grove; and Mr., Pouncefort
rose before dawn to take a walk by
the river side.
"How | do enjoy this sort Of
thing" said Mr.. Pounceford Il
himself, as, after a brisk walk o.
nearly u quarter OF mile, be fount
himself Oh the verge OF his estate
in a secluded spot, where the river
shone blue through the bushes, and
IA miniature thicket of wild roses
scattered pink petals over the guass
like a crimson snow storm.
As the thought passed through
his mind there was rustling in I'll,
bushes; two men stepped into th,
the little glade, aud the first h,
knew Mr.. Pounceford was seizet
and dragged nolens solens TO the
roadside, where "a stout wagon wa,
in waiting.
"Murter r. shriekrd Mr.. Pounce
iord at the top OF his voice. "Mur
der! Thieves! Fire! Felony
Help! Help! Help!
"Shout away" SAID the tallest o
|
the two men, as he compIacently
| took the reins; ''it won't .lo nc
/ good; you won't get away, not d
spc0ud iime.r
"Whaf on earth do you. mean ?
demanded Mr.. ponncetord.
"Ob, you're sly 'un,n said th,
captor. "Don't let go his arm, Iii
ram, whatever you do"
"Do you know who ami"
"Exactly; yoG're Mr.. Davit
Whipple.'
IL am no such parsonage | an
Pierce Pounceford, aud III max,
you rue this business.'
"Oh, yes" ironically Responded
the nan; s'and you was his Roya
Hishnrss, Prince Arthur, and u