Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1885-03-19

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ideas are formed on the hackneyed
model Of society. A girl like Augusta
10 capable of any degree Of polish.
| And did you observe what sweet,
low voice she had--like lutte ?"
Granted; but it struck me that
her grammar was q little shaky now
and then"
"Oh, grammar that's nothing.
Shell soon pick up the phrases Of the
people she is with"
Carlisle" cried his friend quickly,
lyon are not engaged to her p
mo, but | shall be within the next
twenty-four hours" boldly asserted
Carlisle. atttt
II beg of you, do nothing rash, en-
treated Bolton. "Wait little, until
-"
Don't preach, little impatiently.
II tell you, I've been considering the
matter all summer, and | have made
up my mind"
Then there is no use in my argu-
ing the point, said Bolton.
mo use at all" cried Carlisle. II
call myself not contemplate Judge
of character, and | pronounce Augusta
Cotton to be one Of the sweetest and
rarest types Of true womanhoodl"
By this time, however, the long inn
pending storm had burst. Sheets Of
rain poured down, vivid lightning
cleft the sky, casting a lurid glow on
the boiling waves, unpleasant showers
Of spray began to deluge them ever
and anon.
/ II hope you are certain about the
path" said Bolton, who was quite new
to this coast country.
"Well, thought / was" answered
Carlisle; but the tempest and dark
ness seem to have blottsd out the old
landmarks. Here is someone coming.
Let's ask him. My friend, are we in
the right way for the PointP'
"Ain't goin' to Point" answered an
inebriated voice. sGoin' back to
public-oush. Ge-wst Gesend Ber-
rer go back 10 public-oush.
If cts old Cotton r said Carlisle,
somewhat discounted. HE isn't al
ways sober, Like other seafaring
men, he likes his grog."
"Your father-in-law elect eh ?" said
Bolton, with d shrug Of the shoulders.
i But you should see how angelical-
| ly sweet and forbearipg Augusta
with him." said garlisIs, What
the thing most admire IL
! peszct temper. And Of -
sha. separate her entirely 40
awkward relationships. In th -
time---as the old man is going
TO the 'public-oush'--I suggest thai
we 20 back 10 the cottage and get
Augnstas litts-sbrothsr to pilot Us in
the right direction. Or, perhaps--I
know they have little room some
where under the eaves--I don't like
TO ask IL 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 10
their surprise IL was not opened.
A tiny window at the left was push
ed the least bit ajar, and the voice Of
the fair Augusta, shriller and sharper
than he could have believed possible,
outshrieked the tempest.
"Go away |" she cried. "Clear out |
| won't have you in the house"
Augusta Ami T. demonstrated the
voice Of old Mrs. Cotton from the in-
side.
"Hold your tongue, mar" screamed
Augusta, "I've told pa, time and
again, the next time he came home at
this hour Of night, | wouldn't let him
in. Not if he sat on the rocks until
daybreak. And | mean to STICK to
my word, 80 there It's too bad Of
him, 80 it is, to spoil my chances with
city beau by this sort Of goings on
and | won't stand it, Get out pa.
Don't stand whining there"
But, Augusta Ann" pleaded the
old woman, cts you tongue and your
temper that drives him away more n
anything else. Let him in. Don't
you hear how It's raining2'
"Silence ]" retorted the dutiful
daughter.
And the window was shut to once
more leaving the two friends stand
ing on the doorstep, in the night and
tempest.
They got back TO their lodgings
after long, wet walk, in the course
Of which they went considerably out
Of their way-but they we're neither
Of them sorry for the nights adven-
ture, wet and forlorn though they
were.
"It's astonishing how easy il Is for
a man to be mistaken, said Carlisle,
after long silence, as they were sit
ting before the FIRE in their own room.
Bolton leaned over and grasped his
hand.
"Be thankful, old fellow" said he,
that you have escaped as easily as
this.
Augusta Ann never saw her city
swain again, and as she didn't read
the papers, she missed perceiving the
notice in daily paper Of the marri-
age of Will Carlisle 10 Miss Lettice
Bolton.
And poor old Cotton leads harder
life than ever.