Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1886-02-05

llloidl DdIt.
Il wonder if you know much about
that = was the young mans thought;
but he made no comment.
And you promise not to let them
keep it longer than month :" Mrs.
!Ioneybun rose with plaintive, be-
seeching little sigh.
Il promise"
Mr.. Melborough was at the door by
this time, bowing.
"Bui may com" and see Won again."
Ms. Honeybun settled her dainty
mantle, and showed her pretty little
teeth As she smiled.
Certainly was the prompt reply.
ANY afternoon but Saturday you will
find me here"
The door shut aud Mr.. Melborough
sauntered back To his mirror set in an-
tque silver. A little bit struck, !
fancy was his satisfied thou Int as he
glanced at his faultless reflection.
fhca his practical mind turned to
business.
Name would be good. certainly >
he unused, as he threw himself in Il
chair aud began to sean the pages ot
Mrs. Iloneybuu's manuscript. He
did not read far .'Bs Joye :" he SAID
aloud. as he turned to his letter again,
If | published that, the governor :
ghost would rise and haunt me; and,
hats worse. should in all probabll-
. -
The Hon. Mrs. IIoneybun. busy
with gowns. scandal. five o'clocks and
1uus. found week fly by very quick
". Sic saw but little of her husband
aud troubled herself less: all her EN-
ergv, mental and physical. was turned
to the consumma'ion of one object
obtain, II mattered not how, suprers-
acy IN notorlrty over her rival aud de-
testa;ion, Lady LarkwsiI. She had
acted, 8 e had sung, posed in tableaux
wants, invented i bonnet calculated
10 set al Lady Lsrkwell's hair on erd,
and then, Just AS she had successfully
driven fourth hand from London 10
Saudown Park. behold Lady Larkwell !
received Pgaas Of glory for daring
swimming feat at Folkestone.
Mrs Honey bun cried, she stamped,
she tore hrr pocket handkerchief.
Think of something, noodle" she
said dsspairingly to Guy Taunter, who
Jay halt asleep in his usual place, the
cosiest corner of her boudoir.
Write a book T. was the answer.
delivered slowly: "bnt for heavens 5
sake don't made that row
Mrs. Houeyh~n gs.e~..,hriek. All
go. Town in delight "GuS, yau are
- /. gel lhe-ry thing st yer
mast help ne
The book was written then caure
the question of Il publisher.
"Go to Melborough." sleepily com
mauded Mr.. Tauntcr. II think he's
YOUR man; but don't know The
book Is Just a hltle-y"u know
Rubbish 50 much the better de-
clared Mrs. Honeybun.
And 10 Mr. Melborough she went,
not only once, but manv times, driving
that calm, seutentious Young man
rear.y desperate by her frequent and
lengthy yIsIts.
Tie month was nearly up. Mrs
iIaucybun grew frant.c. Lady Lark
we'll Eas advertised to act for a char
lty; sails, two gulueas each 1t was
awful: the book mast come out
That evening before the expiration
ot the time, Mrs. Houeybun gave lit
tie dinner NJ the Continental to 4 cho.
sea 'ew. Tae e. d was excellent, the
VINE better, the conversation witty, if
a trife slangv; bat the hostess was
dull. Suddenly the Cd accustomed
brightness shoue in her ewes and play
ell all over her pretty features. At
two tables away saf a fair Young man.
immaculate IN hi. evening array, spot
less as the gardena that studded his
button hole. deep in conversation with
a girl, whose costume, if decided. Ger
t,luly suited her brunette face and
plump, well developed figure. 1t VS.
Mr., Cyril Melborough.
Mrs. Honeyhun tried 10 catch his ey.
in vain. She culd not eat for
watching him; on the word of that
man depended her positive happiness
aud glory for the next few weeks.
She glanced at him every second, but
his eyes were fixed on his companion,
And he never moved. At last he rose:
the girl rose too. Mrs. Honeybun
bent her head with smile, but il
suddenly faded away Mr.. Mrlborough
had cut her dead. Next day the man
uscript was returned, with thanks.
Mrs. Honeybun cried for one whole
hour; then she dried her tears, and
vowed vengeance.
Guy Taunter had kind heart; he
was full of sympathy
Never mind, little woman; take
my tip; 60 down to Smalltown-stay
with my mother at he Grand for d
few days. I'll run own, too, and if
We don't concoct something startling,
I'm Dutchman.'
50 the Hon. Mrs. Honeybun's maid
packed three enormous trunks and ac-
companied her mistress to the Grand
Hotel, Smalltown- on Sea. 1t was dull,
it rained, and Mrs. Houeybun grew
"eary of shouting at Guy deaf mother.
But he was staunch and she knew would
help her III some way.
One morning she was coming in
from the parade, and passing along a
corridor to her room, when the sound
of name uttered in tones of anger,
not to say decided wrath, met her ear.
80 yes, Mr.. Nelborough of course
the same old Observation-Disclosures
ugh. I'm growing sick of this sort
of thing, that | am. Hush ? No,
that won't. don't care if the whole
place hears what think Of you, Mr..
Cyril Melborough."
My dear girl" began the voice of
Mr.. Melborough, no longer calm and
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