Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1892-03-23
nitcned on that stops at Cutting Corners
at midnight.
"WnerA is Cutting Corners. - se
Eight mile as the crow flies.

TO get eight miles from here when il is
pitch dark already r. cried MarIyatt,
Grossly.
There's Jenkins one-hoss wagon.
mildly suggested the old-man. l'n
goin TO his place Directly arter box o
stove blacking, paound o taller dips
and quarter o paound o green tea foT
Isabella. l can tell jenkins to come
raound aud cart We to the station, ef We
don't begrudge crown.
BY all means; and while you are
gone Isabella can give me some supper
MarTyatt sat down in the old. low.
ceiled room, where the rag carpet seemed
neither brighter nor DINNER than it had
been 20 years ago, and warmed his
chilled feet before blaze of swapping
logs while old Isabella, who might
have appeared creditably at any tableau
as the Witch of Endor, crept around an
iron pot which swung from a prodigious
crane and got supper after aslow, clumsy
manner
Pretty gay in town this winterl' said
the old woman, brandishing her spoon
over him as he ate rabbit stew.
i suppose so"
"fm thinkin' O. goin' there myself, /"
said she.
ITO take a situation ?" asked the young
man, inwardly thinking that he could
not recommend her as cook.
Bless your heart, mol" said Isabella.
Il know sea captain there as amt mar
ried; and they tell me the gals is all
pickin' and choosin' for themselves now
that leap year has come around. Any
how I'm tired o. this place. and don't
see why my chance amt as good as any
body's."
Marryatt stared at her in mute amaze
ment, as he secretly deplored the sad
case of the unsuspecting sea captain.
P'raps you wouldn't mind keepin' an
eye on the fire, said the gentle Isabella,
while just 60 and see if Simon has
locked the hen house-he's so forgetful ;"
Aud she hobbled away.
At the same time there came loud
knocking at the outer door, and stout
country girl, with cheeks of that peculiar
red which shines as if it had becn
vanished, very black eyes and coarse
hair, walked in, well wrapped up in red
and black plaid shawl, and felt hat
which looked like damaged helmet
I've come for Mr. Maryatt. said she,
without any ceremony of introduction
Instinctively our hero backed up
against the wall.
What cried he
"You're Mr.. Marryatt, amt you ?" said
she.
"That's my name, retreating still far
ther behind the stiff wooden backed
chair, where Uncle 0rigen used TO sit and
smoke his pipe
"Well, I'm come for you. You amt
deaf, be you? fm--come-for-you!"
yes; but l."
"There amt no time to lose" bawled
this daughter of solitudes, seizing him
by thearm. "This here's your baggage?"
grasping the valise in the other hand
This was leap year with vengeance,
thought our hero.
With one desperate struggle he freed
himself from her grasp.
Il won't got" he said. Nothing can
compel me to go against my will /"
"You won't?" said the red-cheeked
damsel
"No, won't, replied John Marryatt.
@Then you will miss the train, said the
red d-cheeksd damsel "And it won't be-
no fault of mine. Father has had the
rheumatics, and promised him would
come for you"
"Oh, the train-I see, cried Mr. Marry
att. II didn't quite comprehend your
meaning at first. Yes, I'll come imme-
diateIy."
The red-cheeked damsel, who proved
90 be no despicable charioteer. ratified
1own the frozen mountain road with con-
siderable skill and energy, reaching the
solitary station just as the freight train
came in sight around curve.
So Mr.. Marryatt arrived in town just
in time to see the sunrise glow irradiate
the red brick chimney tops behind the
Oelavan House.
"Not married yet, he said to himself /;
but / WILDE as soon as possible, if she
will have me. I'll run no more such risks
as thisl"
That very afternoon he called at Doc
tor Mere's house aud proposed to Avice-
and Avice accepted him. Yes, she ac-
tually accepted himl
"But did you really say that? ?" asked
Avice, feeling that it was her duty to adj
monish her swain a little: "that--that
you didn't want to be married against
your will?"
"Of course said it, answered Mar
-yatt, ~and meant it. don't intend to
be married against my will; intend to
be married with it. And did you really
say that you wouldn't marry John Mar
ryatt for $50, ,000?"
And / wouldn't cried Ayice. look
ing up with sparkling eyes. Not for
twice that money, but-just because l
love himl"
So they both were happy and laughed
heartily over the adventures at Uncle
0rigen's house.
When Penelope Paxton next saw the
bride-elect, she chuckled and said:
$50 it isn't to be a case of Miss Betty
Baxter after all?n
Avice colored and said she didn't
know what Miss Penny could possibly
mean.
Mute Receivers speech.
Alphonce Hemphling, of Summit
township, Butler CO., Penn, made al
affidavit that his twelve-Year-old son, ,wh'