Passaic City record., 1891-09-26

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poses as the photographs showed.
When Allen awoke, the next morning,
he heard somebody singing. Then the
captains voice:
"That's a lively tune, Meg Margaret
An We look right peart. Glad ter get
home agina"
ssGlad2 Oh, popsey, I'm sick of liv-
ing" Then she dashed again into mel
ody. The old father was also musical.
Once he had led the choir in meeting.
He never heard a new air without sam
ping it, and he at once attacked "Annie
Rooney" He hit it fairly well, too.
Meg Margaret laughed aloud.
"H'ml Like ter hear me, don't ye, my
gal2 What tune is it2'
"It's classic"
"Oh"
Allen laughed also, as he raised the
green shade and opened the unshuttered
window upon girl in a yachting suit
waltzing the old captain all about the
little yard.
ssTherel Don't ye, Meg! Don't! I'm
clean out o. breath! !"
"You will have to dance till you
promise not to Margaret me any more.
It's absurd. Here when l come home to
be just Meg. Will you ever do so
again2"
.sNo-no-I won't. Mother-mother
"Bother smother!' You and / under
stand each other, popsey; and how
would you like if began to call you
Captain Sudbury"
It'd whip yel" answered the old
man, promptly.
"And be just right. Give me kiss,
popsey. am SO glad to be at home.
No, not that kind, you tobacco-chewing
mortal-a Dutch one. They don't
SMELL" Catching him by his ear and his
nose, Meg saluted her parent in the
fashion designated. Irreverent as her
words might be, there was evident
good fellowship between these two.
Then she wheeled round and saw Allen.
stHorrors!" she cried, and fled. But
no further than the breakfast-room.
Smother, who is that creature in the
spare Ucuiooih'
.sHe's boarder I've took"
"Oh, motherl And just as I was
coming home. Pm so sorry!"
"Humph! I thought it would be
livelier for ye. Then ye wouldn't go
moonin' round on the sands after dew
fall"
.sTook him in ter keep comp'ny'
with ye, Meg" chuckled the father,
who had followed his darling into the
house.
..Mother" paused in her swift dishing
up of the breakfast. "'Meg,' fatherl
told We 'twasn't becoming to call her
that-now."
Smother, don'tl Ill-luck take the
day I ever took up a pen-or type
writer. 1 won't write word all sum-
mer."
.sMother's" only reply was to ring the
bell, and Allen promptly appeared.
"My darter, Meg" said the captain,
after his hearty good-morning.
"Margaret-Margaret Sudbury, the
authoress corrected smother"
"Hello, Maggiel" cried another voice,
as Sophia entered. She was a dress
maker and lived at Nantucket, but she
had run d~vn to welcome "Maggie. J"
The sisters embraced, and then Sophia
had the boarder presented to her. She
instantly conceived the idea of making
him "subject." His costume was SIM
pie and becoming. It did not look as
states -prisony as some of Nantucket's
summer guests. And he was real "good-
looking" She meant to "get off early
Saturday and take him on the sly"
That was the beginning. but the end
was not for some weeks. BY promises
exacted from the household, there was
no ''literary talk" and Margaret did not
discover what sort of creature was housed
within her home. Aud it was all pretty
plain sailing, both literally and fgura-
lively. TIE captain attended to the lit
eral part, and the young folks proceeded
to fall in with ''mother's" plan and
''keep company. Only, to her credit
be it said, she had had no lowering bus
mess in mind when she spoke those fate
full words. But her husband had-very
distinctly. So when ssmother" said to
him, "Don't ye think it's wrong ter
throw them young things tergether so
much2" he unblushingly replied, "Nop
"But ye know what gen'ally comes O.
sech COINS on"
"Yes. Mattermony."
"My stars! An ye take it like
that2"
SIM doin' it a purpose. I'm sick O.
havin' Meg-Margaret livin' away from
home, earnin' her own ivin'. Nice gal
as she is d orter have husband; an /
mean ter get her one if 1 kin. An,
must say, if I'd been in that young tel-
ler's place I'd "a popped the question
afore now. Whar'll ye find trimmer
little craft n Mega Clean-cut- an purity
on the outside, an big an clean an
roomy ter heart. All she's earnin' money
fer is ter make us comfortable in our old
days; an fer my part I'd ruther see her
comfortable in her young ones. I'll get
her husband if / kim"
Then the ancient mariner went out to