Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1888-02-09

along IN 50 grave and dumb . fashion at last
that could have slapped his face Tor him.
What did be mean by such behavior, Won
dereds At the end Of the jetty he brought
my heaxt into my mouth by suddenly roaring.
out:
$40, I'll never believe it, It's magic, its
lying dream, it's anything but this. can't
believe it Of you; I'd rather jump into the
sea than think Of it for another moment
Think WHAT Good gracious, why don't
you tell meF'
think that you have deceived me all the
time You, too, Of all the lot of them
"What have dc.ie, Mr. Bird.-
ssThis-this umbrella" be cried
swellr
aIt-it's the umbrella dropped down your
area! My fathers present; can swear to it
anywhere They're my initials OIL that silver
collar, e. B.. On. heaven and earth, to
fancy for one instant that you-H.ss Neild.
l am going raving mad. Look at it, look
at it,
| stared from him to the umbrella, which
be had thrust into my hands. and felt g ing
mad myself. looked 50 terribly IN and
guilty, and vet was 50 perfectly innocent,
and did not want him now tn have one
thought against me- was confusel: did
not know how to explain; felt too insii..-
nant in the midst Of my grief even to try to
explain; for he should not have jumped to
conclusions in this way, but have waited,
and then burst into tears.
sob, pray don't cry he called out, s'for
lnercy's sake, don't, Jane; don't care about
the umbrella now, l don't mind your tax
ing
"Its-it's no, mime screamed out at last
at was lent me by Lily Brian, because she
thought it-it-it would rain before l got
home There.'
Thank God. What an awful thief she is
for one 50 young" he cried II am 50 tre-
mendously glad, though, 50 awfully glad"-
''TaEe YOUR umbrella" | cried, pitching it
at him. land I'm glad it's found, too, very"
~ don't mean I'm glad I've found it, but
that you
"How dare you suspect me Icriel, sweep
ing ma jestically away from him, but he fol.
lowed me and held the umbrella over my
head again, and overwhelmed Ine with hur-
ried and incoherent apologies. which | de-
clined to accept
"Perhaps it's not mipe, he said at last
pray be rational. Miss Neili 80 stands for
Brian as well as Bird Is Mr. Brian's Chris
tian name George do yon thinkf'
Don't speak to me You know it's your
umbrella"
SIT is a little like it,n he said, dismally
II don't want any miserable evasions, Mr..
Bird and | never want to see or speak 10 YOU
again, and p
why, Jenny, what's the matter.n cried
Lily Brian. suddenly appearing round the
corner of the street. and under another UNI
brella, and with a shawl over her arm
"Where have you beens Ma was afraid you
wanted more wraps, and has sent me out
with them, and-how dye do, Mr.. Bird!
Who'd have thought of seeing you this wet
dayr'
1--WE offended Miss Neild," he said, not
smiling in the least at her arch manner Of
address to him
"You. Oh, what a.outf She cried
THAT nasty, hateful umbrella" | said.
"Where did you get it, Lily: oh! where did
you get it''
whats the matter with the umbrella"
asked Lily, very cool and self possessed.
"It-its no. yours | exclaimed. at
never was yours"
mo, it's Georges He lent it me this
morning.
And where-where did your brother get
itY
81 don't know"
But we did very shortly. George had
found it in his fathers area, and, with total
disregard of other peoples rghts-being
young and short of unbrelas-had quietly
appropriated it without any fuss 1t was
like a merciful dispensation having his mi
tials already engraved for him, too Yes, it
was down Mr.. Brian's area that Mr.. Bird had
dropped his umbrella that night, and Geoffry
had knocked at the next door by mist2,:c
| call him &c, ffry row. And a very l1lchv
mistake it was he always says. even to this
day, and | have been Mrs Bird three years,
and there is another little Bird Growing in its
nest, too