Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1888-02-06

bows had lived and died ct boarding school,
instead Of coming home twics year for the
holidays, think Bridget and Sarah would
have rejoiced exceedingly.
l remember Mr.. Goode asked Sarah that
morning II he could speak with Miss Seild
before be left, and went up stairs at once to
see him He was walking about with his
mouth full and . slice Of bread and butter in
his hand
That was dreadful noise Last night, MiA
Neild, be began; Il couldn't get wink OF
sleep. The captain, suppose, again: must
certainly ask you in my name to present my
compliments to him, andr-
ut was not Capt Chopper"
'.Indeedl No. Well, thought / heard
his voice. said Mr.. Goode, very much disap-
pointed
There was no homogeneousness between
Mr. Gcode and Capt. Choppers-I may say
even that there werS times when they hated
and loathed each other.
Hes a beggarly upstart civilian, mad
am the captein would roar in excited mo-
ments; and He q captain" Mr.. Goode
would say, with whitening contempt. Gap
tain Of penny steamboat, perhaps nothing
more
But to my strange story.
"A gentleman dropped his umbrella down
the area and knocked me up for It" ex-
planned, with little acrimonious emphasis.
"well. Of all the COMPOUNDED imperti-
nencerr exclaimed Mr.. Goode; Il should
like to treat that party to a bit Of my mind
You never got up and gave it to himr
mo, did not
Il am glad to hear that For you must
take care of yourself, Miss Neild, and keep
strong. You are not looking well, !" he said,
regarding me with his head on one side, as II
he had a troublesome wen on the other which
he was anxious to keep clear Of the edge of
his shirt collar, upon my word you are not.
You are pale and fragile looking. A little
change at the seaside now would do you .
world Of good
"Yes, dare say it would"
This large house is a trial to you-and
that captain, with his absurd fancies and his
ridiculous tempers, would worry the life out
of a saint-and you are really looking ex-
tremely pale this morning Ana-good gra-
cious, had no idea it was so later
Mr. Goode swallowed the last portion Of
his bread and butter whole, and dashed like
harlequin out Of the front door. When he
had gone l surveyed myself in his parlor
glass and wondered il was looking very i'll,
or whether, being dismal man, be was try
ing TO brighten me, and arrived at the con-
clusion l was looking about the same - usu-
nl-a prim, pale, pert little puss, as my dear
OIL dad called me once, when was arguing
with him on the housekeeping expenses, and
how the weekly money would never hold out
if he would continually ask the dodgers in to
supper and a game at cribbase afterward.
Poor dad; he died next year and left me
sole proprietor Of the lease and furniture Of
the house in Prossiter street, and there were
no late suppers and cribbage any moro. l
was II when he died, and l had had five
years charge of No 10 since-"getting quite
an old maid, Lily Brian, who lived next door,
said but then Lily was four years younger
than l, and assumed upon her youth, rs girls
will A nice girl was Lily BNan, and my one
friend and confidante, but perhaps too fond
of laughing at everything, although that
showed she was happy and had a keen sense
g. humor and a fine set Of teeth.
Well, perhaps l was trifie palcr, was my
second conclusion after the first five minutes,
and with q tinge of redness-a mere tinge-
about the nose, just as if was breeding
cold, as Bridget put it, And this was not
remarkable, considering last nights expert
ences and SIRE enough the cold was bred be-
fore my early dinner hour, when the sneez-
ing stage had set in with considerable force.
This reminded me once more of the umbrella
which had been dropped into the area last
night, and asked Bridget to bring it to me.
"The what, m'mp asked Bridget, with
wild stare.
"The umbrella"
"Umbereller, and down our airy, did ye
say, MINI There's not n scrap of umbereller
down our airy. I've been in and out twenty
tonnes, and must have seen it," continued
Bridget.
bridget there must be an umbrella
said; Ego and See"
Bridget departed, and returned with the
| information that there was no umbrella in
| the area, and then went and locke Tor my
self, and. ~ it was still drizzling with rain,
caught another cold on top Of the first one,
and was at fever heat ere twenty-four hours
had cnsued But before then the gentleman
had called for his property, and l had met
face to face the individual who had rendered
last night hideous.
He came at 3 in tho afternoon, sending in
his card by way Of preliminary announce
ment that he had arrived. l did not assfri-
ate him with the umbrella--indeed l was
feeling drowsy and ''out Of sorts" with pains
at the back Of my head, when . huge glazed
card was presented to me bearing the in
scription in large, fancy letters, of "Geoifry
Bird, carver and glider and picture frame
maker, 967 Goswell road, Islington, N"
II don't want any picture frames. Sarah"
said to my small help, wearily.
ats the gentleman about his umbrella,
num- said Sarah.
Good heavcnsi Oh, indeed Well. ask
him TO step in, then"
My sittin, room was q small apartment at
the end Of the long PASSAGE the only little
room had to myself and my day dreams
yes, my day dreamsl--when the house was
full, which it had been all these years. for
they were the same dodgers who had lived
with us in fathers time-odd, inconsiderate,
queer tempered dodgers enough, but faithful
to my house, and keeping an old promise to
my father, too, ito stand by the little woman
bit when he was gone
Mr.. Bird was ,ishered into my presence,
and he came in with q low bow and with .
trifle too much Of smile to wholly please
me. ALTHOUGH 1t suggested itself to me some
what quantity TINT he would not have much
TO smile at presently. Mr.. Bird was . slim
and somewhat short young man, who wore
his black hair long enough for q violinist,
and had upon the smallest Of hands the red
dest and most prominent Of knuckleal He
was rather a good looking young man, with
brown eyes and black bushy eyebrows, and
with habit Of shaking his head suddenly,
- il to get the hair back from his forehead,
or q il he bad just come out Of water. He
was fafly well dressed, might have passed
even for q gentleman il it had not been for
his red knuckles and that very obtrusive
Gmilc.
GOOD afternoon, Miss Neild-for under
stand your name is Neild, be began; II am
very sorry for the third time in my life to Be
such a complete nuisance to you. But
think am in the right this time, being here
by invitation"
YES; asked you to call at . moro sea
sonable hour, l remember" replied,
"but"-
And owe you no end Of apologies" he
added, "for the noise made last night. I
W. in too much Of hurry-I am naturally