Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-02-11

be characterize d would have been in
applicable. Squire Ripson so forgot his
years and dignity of character as to
call Bill Burth, his temporary host,
fool for holding that 10 could be moth
ing worse than n well-to-do young man
enjoying himself, while Bill, notwith-
standing the kindness of spirit which
was proper to man who was Metho-
dist class leader, called the squire n
liar. Both men were on their feet, in
clinipg slightly forward toward each
other and looking words which should
never be spoken, when suddenly the
mail stage drew up with crash at the
door.
The postmaster threw a last parting
glare at the squire, and carried out the
mail bags, while the whole party fol-
lowed to see who might be in the
stage. The light strcamed through
the open door into the stage, and the
villagers saw inside single passenger
whom they recognized as Cincinnati
salesman through whom some of the
Kingsboro merchants occasionally pur-
chased goods. They were about to
turn away in mingled disappointment
and resignation when suddenly 10
Madison, who had just arrived at the
office, sprang into the stage and threw
himself upon the passenger, while the
stage turned quickly, the driver
whipped up furiously and started for
the hotel
The stares which passed around the
party of spectators were simply appall-
ing in their darkness, At last Squire
Ripson recovered breath enough to
gasp:
"Detective!'
"No such thing" shouted Bill Burth
through the delivery window. Its
probably the poor little fellows
brother, and he's been waiting for him
wee ks longer than he expected to-"
A derisivo smiles played over the
hills and valleys of the squire's
face, and he was about to say some-
thing when the reader of the New
York Romancer abandoned his theory
of the disguised prince and suggested
that 10 was highwayman; that he
knew travelling statesmen carried lots
of money; that he was robbing the
salesman; the driver was in league
with him, and like enough they were a
mile from town by this time instead
of going to the hotel. "Jack Sheppard
was little fellow" said the thcorist
in evidence.
I'm going to the hotel" said the
squire, starting for the door and fol-
lowed by the whole party. A moment
later the door of the postmaster's inner
sanctum was heard to slam and Bill
Burth came running to join the crowd.
Sol Turner, who carried crutches and
was soon left behind, shouted appeal
ingly to them to do nothing until he
got there to see, but no encouraging
answer was waited back to him.
The hotel was gained and the stage
stood before the door, but the conse-
quent failure of the theory of the Ro-
mancer's reader could not stop the i'm.
petuous rush of the villagers. They
crowded into the public room of the
hotel, but neither 10 nor the stranger
was there In moment, however, a
door opened and good Mrs. Butler, the
landlady, appeared with smile on her
face and tear in each eye.
81 know what you men arc after"
she said. Don't ever talk about wom-
ans curiosity again. The whole story
is this 10 Madison is woman and
Mr. Brown was her lover. They had
some sort of lovers quarrel and
parted angry She made up her mind
she was in the wrong, but by that
time he had started on another trip
She didn't know where to write to
him, but she once heard him say he
never missed going to Kings boro, So
she came here in suit of her broth
er's clothes and has been waiting for
him ever since, poor girl. And they've
made up and are ever so happy and are
going to be married tomorrow. And
I've known about it, all the time and
I'd have done just what she did if ia
have been her."
This last clause of Mrs. Buffers
speech was enough to set 10 Madison
right in everyone's eyes, for Mrs. But.
Ter was one of those women who arr
trusted by everyone on questions o,
propriety. But it is doubtful whethei
her hearers on this particular occasion
remembered this portion of Mrs. But
lers wonderful address until it was re-
called by some sighting remark made
by persons to whom the story was told
at secondhand. The men said nothing
to each other for several moments.
Then Bill Burth went meekly up to
Squire Ripson and whispered:
81 was fool, squire"
81 was another" whispered the
squire
The interested parties had deter.
mined to have the wedding ceremony
performed with the greatest privacy,
but some one learned from Parson Fish
the hour at which the service was to
be performed and the news spread +, p
idly, and the Kingsboro people took
the matter in their own hands. They
dressed in their best and besieged the
hotel, and when the bride saw them
through the states of her window
blinds her sense of fun moved her to
order that they should be admitted sc
far as the capacity of the largest room
in the hotel would allow.
Thus it was discovered that the bride
had discreetly brought trpnkful OF
her own proper apparel with her. and
that she looked simply charming in a
neat walking suit and bonnet Parson
Fish made man and wife of Hubert l..
Brown and Josephine NJ. Allison, and
then 40" kissed and was kissed by all
the Kingsboro girls, and by many ma.
irons who seemed to grow younger as
they looked into her happy face. AS
for the men, they looked as sheepish
as they deserved to, but they had a
new subject for conversation, and il
lasted the post Office coterie for full
fortnight.-N. Y. Daily News.
He Was Little Afraid. -Waggley