The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-07-04

mad nOts changed, at least; the saTna
steps, the same door were there tbat 10
remembered leaning against So oftan
late at night, and observing the two
whirling lamp-posts on the corner. He
assembled the steps and tried the door
Not up yet. He must ring. Ak tbe
summons a step was heard in the nall
way, and sleepy servant peered ont
from the half-opened door.
80, it's you, is it, Mr.. Pevenseyp"
said James.
NO" said Mr.. Pevensey, sit amt
me, is it? Now, my fine Teller, will Won
tell me wot yer adoin' in my house.
hey?'
James was astonished. Mr.. Pevensev.
receiving no answer, thrust the man
aside, marched past him and entered
the parlor. He was past being aston
ished now, and simply regarded the
furniture of the room with mild wonder.
"rIl just wait here till somebody
comes; and then, may be, the deuce
won't be to pay; 0, no!'
He could hear footsteps and whisper
ings in another room. Evidently James
had aroused the household. After
some time the door was timidly opened
and Miss Emory peeped in. Seeing Mr.
Pevensey, she rushed in and, flinging
herself upon him. said, HISTORICALLY:
80, Penny what is it; what has hap
nened? Explain this untimely visit
You are not drunk! o, tell me you are
not drunk
Mr.. Peyensoy was utterly overcome
Disengaging himself as quickly as poi
sible and somewhat rudely frofi sfis
lovely burden, he stood gazing at Miss
Emory in blank amazement, muttering
to himself, well, I'm blowed!' and
sundry other CALCULATIONS expressive of
his astonshment at this unprecedented
and unlooked-for procedure on tie part
Of one whom he regarded as Q total
stranger
Nov, my fine woman, wh:t's the
meaning of all this? Whose house do
you think this is, anyway? Where is
my wife and daughtcr?n
Miss Emory shrank back and gazed
at him in horror, eXclaiming: rHe's in
toXicated! Penny's intoxicated! James,
put him out!
James made his appearance and eyed
Mr.. Pevensey furtively, but made no
movement toward carving out the
order, evidently fearing that ne would
not be equal to the task.
80, it S all right, " said Mr. Pevensey.
'Tll 90, but III come back, and, what s
more, with the arm of the law" Say
ing which, MIR. Pevenscy, holding his
own arm aloft to emphasize and illus
trate his words, strobe from the apart
ment.
1t is plain to the reader by this time
that the ghost had executed his strange
purpose, and to Mr.. Pevensey's ex-
treme bewilderment.
a well-dressed young woman passed
him at a corner where he stood gazing
vacantly and furtively about him whom
| he recognized at once as his daughter
He started after her rapidly, at the
same time calling to her to stop. She
turned hurriedly and looked at him.
| then walked faster, and as he increased
his pace and seemed determined to
overtake her she gave a scream and in
a moment Mr. Peyensev was roughly
seized by a passing policeman and borne
away in spite of his prOtestations that it
was his daughter, and he merely want
ed to speak with her a moment His
sullen manner was not softened as he
was thrust into the somewhat narrow
and uncomfortable room appointed for
such characters at the station-house
and informed that his trial would occur
at nine o'clock in the morning.
AS on the previous morning, Mr.
Pevensey was awakened by a sunbeam
streaming on his face; but instead Of
sitting through the rich curtains of his
own apartments as it did then, it slant
ed between the rusty bars of an ordi-
nary cell. He surveyed the surround
ingS with even more wonder than he
did before, and as he realized where he
WAS and caught the offensive odor OF
stale beer which pervaded the atmos-
phere Of the cell he began to be in
dignant. Then the truth began to
dawn on his mind and the cpl
sode with his old friend Penn
broke REQUIRED to him like nightmare,
while his confused recollections of see
ing Miss Emory somewhere, and a
dim idea that he had offended her, did
not add to the pleasure of his thoughts.
| However, there was nothing to do but
wait for the jailor to come to him. Nine
O'Clock came at last, and. humilitating
as it was, he had to 90 through the reg
ular form of examinations and when at
last he was set at liberty--having paid
his fine and listened impatiently to the
sage counsel of the magistrate-he
turned his steps toward his residence
once more, Eliminating on the way with
frOwning brows. He applied his key
| and entered as usual. The first thing
that attracted his notice was a delicately
tinted, perfumed note lying on thetable.
He flushed slightly, picked it up and
read the following:
Mr. PEvENsEY: After what occurred last
| night you can hardly expect me to regard
| you rs ] should my future husband; there
! fore | release you from all claims may have
| had upon you, and wish you to regard me
| hereafter merely as your friend.
MAY EMORY.
He stared at it for few moments,
and happening to glance up, his eyes
encountered the doubtful figure of his
unearthly tormentor, Pembroke Grab
bling book from the table he hurled il
with all his might at Pembroke's head
but the missile merely passed through
and beyond it as if there had been moth.
| mo there.