Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1886-09-03
and color-box that lay on the floor at
bis side.

Old Rtiph, with eyes like moons
bestowed the two boxes on the seat be-
side him, and held open the carriage
door for his mistress and her guest te
enter.
"Ma'am,' he could not forbear whis
! Pering with a slight giggle, "there
won't be no call for them there sleds
and marbles and the kite, shaped like
a man.
Alice pretended not to hear, but she
knew that her cheeks were as red as
the scarlet feather in her hat.
"ls this the old place." he asked
leaning out Of the window, as they
neared the gray stone portico in front
every column draped in glossy green
ivy. ut will make beautiful pic
/ ture"
"Do you think so?" said Miss Haw.
kes, smiling. "Wait until you see the
southern elevation it is still prettier
and more picturesque"
! The housekeeper, old Hannah, came
smiling courtesying to the door; bat
she stared a little as Mr.. Wayte,
springing first from the carriage, as
sisted her young mistress to descend.
"lf you please "mem," quoth she
where's the young gentleman?'
This 'ere's the young gentlemen,
Hannah :" cried Ralph from his box,
converting laugh into very explos.
i've species of cough.
nj IInnn,h t,nra1 tIa 1,tfla
cranberry tart she had just baked on
an "A. b. C." tin platter "for the dear
little orphan boy -
The blue rooms Hannah said
Miss Hawkes.. biting her lips, to re-
press her amusement at the old wo-
mans face of astonishment
~ es' m-to Re sure. 'um," said Han
nah. "Dsar, dear. how strange things
does turn out.'
How much pleasanter was the tete-
a-tete dinner than ANYTHING Alice
dared to anticipate-the long, conf
Dental chat in the drawingroom after.
ward. And the youag man himself
evidently enjoyed it as much as she
did.
Il did hot expect such reception
as this" he said, when the evening
was we'll advanced, and they began to
feel quite like old friends.
"Why nots
zone reason is that you are rich and
| am poor
NO reason at all, said Alice. color
ing hotly.
And an destined TO e,rn my
!ivelv.toou rs an artist y
well. what then: | would like to
be an artist, were | man. Ii SEEMS
10 me one Of the most beautiful poetic
occupation one could choose
'po you really think So"
"Of course do
Alice's eyes sparkled-her mind
was electricity reused by contact with
one ripper and richer than itself.
1T will be very pleasant" she
thought, leaning back in her chair,
her crochet needle idly threading its
way through the meshes Of colored
wool. "IIe is so handsome and so
gentIe-though | wonder why he
don't speak more Of his mothers re-
cent loss. Perhaps the wound still
bleeds. What will Kate Jennings
say.
But. just as these thoughts passed
through her mind, there came pro-
digious jerking and pealing at the
front door bell.
Il, can't be Nate at this time Of
night" thought Miss Hawkes..
1t was not Miss Jennings, but the
station master of the depot, clumsy.
loose jointed chap, with saucer eyes
aud a square chin, which he was per
petually feeling, AS if not quite certain
OF its locality.
If you please, Miss Hawkes., I've
brought him, his trunks II be sent
round tomorrow mornln.
Whom" gasped Alice.
"lIim-and glad enough we be to
see the last of him. Like to set the
depot fire. snow balled hole in the
windy and tied tin pan to old Bose's S
tall
And as he spoke be pushed forward
an ungainly boy of about 10 green
springs-a freckled ,sullen-eyed, heavy
looking lad. with both paws thrust
into his trousers pockets and his
chin sunk on lis brerst.
"Alexander Adolphus Wavte, mum
that's the way he was labeled on his
trunks. $50 be called for by Miss
Hawkes. and the very time YOU were
there | was larrupin' him down in
the cellar for Il comm that there game
on Bose, as HIS been station dog these
three years. And calculate that
ere was the way | missed ye,"
Alice gazed hopelessly from the
gawky boy to the stylish young artist
opposite He rose.
81 thought there was some mistake"
he said. reluctantly. "Iou are Miss
Hawkes.: supposed you to be Miss
Glenlield, who has sent for me to
paint picture of Glenlield Hail."
"And | thought you were my cou
sin Adolphus Wayte, left in my charge
by his mother stammered poor Kate.
My name is Wayte, Gerald Wayte-
but my mother, thank heaven, is still
living; and | thank you, Miss Hawkes.,
for your hospitality"
"You're not going away to night?
81 must; it is my misfortune to
have already intruded too long. Miss
Glentield was to have met me at the
cars. | wonder what has detained
her.'
81 will send you over to Glenfield
Hall tomorrow morning in the car
rage" said Alice, resoIutely. ITO
night you are my prisoner-ofwar
You will stay, Just to teach lie what
to do with this creature"
And she glanced at Alexander Adol.
phus who was making preparations to
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