Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1888-03-07
1.-TWO TO ONE. !"
What Miss Mamie Will Do on Her
Next Voyage.

''Ha. Miss Floyd. nothing wrong
with you, eh? You really set a mag
nificent example to your sex-no, no,
won't sit down; must have my con-
stitutional, you know. hope your
mother is not ill?'
20. guess she's feeling rather bad.
She's been down stairs quite long
time; but she's got dozen lemons.
anyhow, SO She do" was Miss Mamie
u: Floyd's most untilial reply.
Old Dr.. Stuart toddled away, and
Miss Mamie G. Floyd nestled back
more comfortably on her deck chair,
perched her pretty little head cozi'y
on the pink-hued cushion, without
which she never travelled. and then
gave herself up to an interesting story
which possessed the distinct delight of
making her ''creep like mau.' She
was almost alone in her glory, for the
Griselder had only steamed out of New
York bay the evening before, and
such ladies' rs were on board were too
nervous or too i'll to face decidedly
rough morning on deck. Miss Mamie
had come to the end of her book; and
when at last she closed the volume;
and had recovered from the last creep,
she found herself sole occupant of the
leeside, with heavy rain soaking the
awning, and the long row of empty
deck chairs for her only companions.
well, this is lively, anyhow she
unused dismally; chow do suppose l
am going to pass the next six days?
Even ma is better Off than I am; she
has the lemons and the uncertainty,
while u
Miss Ma ME strangled a yawn, and
then all of sudden she was very wide
awake. Away at the end of the deck
she described two figures, one slender
and graceful, despite the huge mack
intosh that covered it, the other very
tall very broad shouldered man, who
was distinctly familiar to Mss Mamie,
and at sight Of whom she pursed up
her pretty lips and emitted a soft
whistle.
Jack Dudley. by all that's queer"
she remarked to herself II guess ma
will have a fit when she finds this out.
Up to his old games, I suppose. Looks
like it,
But at that moment the female figure
vanished, and Mr.. Dudley came strid-
ing along the wet deck, his collar we'll
turned up, and his hands deep in his
pockets.
Miss Floyd! You here? What a
surprise!'
@ lite a long time since we met,
isn't it, MIR. Dudley? No. don't take
offyour cap, you'll got your head wet,
and that will serve no purpose, any,
hOw.'
Jack Dudley laughed, and shook
himself like big Newfoundland dog.
''One wet inch more or less, what
does it matter?' he said, as he sat
down on the empty chair next her,
and looked at her with much admira-
ton expressed in his dark blue eyes;
''but It's very different thing for
you. Are you wise to stay out here,
Miss Floyd? Your rug is soaked
through
Il like it,, was the reply; and in the
face OF this there was nothing more to
he said, Jack Dudley having learned
by experience that whatever Miss
Mamie G: Floyd desired to do, that she
did.
There was considerable silence
after this, broken at last by her.
We'll" she observed. sharply,
''have you nothing to say, Ja-Mr.
Dudley?'
Nothing at all, Ma-Miss Floyd"
Miss Mamie prodded viciously at her
chair with her dainty little feet.
''Who are you fooling round with
no"?' was her next question.
Am to understand by that that
you allude to our former engagement
as fooling round?'" was the reply,
given very mournfuIly. If so, you
very"-
Miss Mamie laughed. "What an
&C or you are, Jack, off the STAGE
How did you know had ever been
on one?' he asked. eagerly.
Il saw you III Chicago while back,
and l just enjoyed myself l can tell
voul That was the first and last time