Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-09-16
CYNTHIA'S MISTAKE.

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Phineas (for shortness known as
Fin" "what did you expecta told
you, didn't ], that it was ont on the
shores of Lake Umbagog. without a
house for two miles around?"
ooh, yes, know" said Cynthia.
with little shudder, "buE L didn't
know about the bald eagles screaming,
and the horrid mooses witt, their big
horns, and the lap-lap of the water on
the shorel l declare, sometimes it
seems as if ! should 60 mad in this
horrible solituder'
"You'll get used to it Arter awhile"
said Uncle Fin, who was cleaning his
gun-barrel with piece of one of his
old shirts. Il did,"
"But you aren't woman, Uncle
Fin"
Il declare to goodness, / never
thought of thatr' said the old man,
with chuckle. at is pretty rough
on woman to have nobody to talk to
now, isn'tit Wal, if you'll get into
the boat arter supper, ILL take you over
to see Indian Oscel ita. It's only three
miles round the point, ahd she'll show
you how to stuff birds, and do fancy
work with their guills, and play on the
mandolin, and all that sort of thing.
She's right smait gal, Oscelita is, and
pretty in the bargain. She's Pilot
Johns darter, and her mother was the
handsomest Indian woman hereabout."
"Thank your said Miss Cynthia
drawing herself Tap, "but am not yet
reduced so low as to seek the association
of an Indian squaw."
''Oh, go alongl' said good-natured
Uncle Fin. "Ossy amt that. Her
mother was as white as most white
women, and her father is fine-lookin'
old chap yet He was Maine lumber
man, till he took to runnin' the little
steamer through che lakes. lust wish
you could see the pretty little cabin
they live in, all covered with morning
glories.'
81 have no desire to see it," said
Cynthia, pursuing ur her thin lips.
"Ossy is comm round here some day
to visit you, sha says" hazarded Uncle
Fin.
'sShe may as well save herself the
trouble" observed Miss Copley.
"Oh-h-hl" sail Uncle Fin, with
prolonged whistle. you're too genteel
to scrape spoons Nth Indian Oscelita,
eh2 Well, dc declare there amt no
tindin' out the ways of women
And he laughefl at intervals all the
evening, and CHI ftkled between whites,
to the intense discontinue of his niece.
Miss Cynthia Copley had been the
village dressmak or at Weldon Falls. in
the state of Rhols Island. until a newer
and more genieel interpreter Of the
fashions crowded her out.
There were eleven of them in the
household hes. and when Cynthia
came home, with racking cough and
nothing to do, 1t made a little awk-
wardness.
But just then arrived Uncle Fin.
brown, beaming and uproariously
good-natured
"Eleven, eh!' he said to his care
worn brother. .sJust the right num-
Der; not ono too many. And if
Cynthia's delicate. Just send her out to
spend summer with me On the shores
Of Lake Umbagog. That'n set her
right, if anything Will. Why. bless
your heart, MAI, there's health in every
whiff Of the pin e-woods, and red cheeks
in every gale that comes across the
waterl live there alone. ike RobsI-
son CrusOe; bit it amt i bad place.
and Cynthy'll re IS y elcome IS flowers
I'm May"
So Cynthia Copley packed her ward
robe Of frills. tlounees. jerseys and
other feminine appurtenances. with