The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1893-11-11


ously. stole another glance at Nors
and took his departure with leisurely
dignity.
An impudent young puppy,
commented Mr.. Calthorn, severely.
And Nora felt that her first ro
nance had been nipped in the bud
1t was three or four days later
that Mr.. Calthorn arose at an earlier
hour as was his custom, had his cold
bath, made a careful toilet, and
went out for a brisk walk and d
breath of fresh air, to get up good
appetite for breakfast.
He had gone father than usual,
and was beginning to puff a little
with the exertion OF walking, when
he discovered that he was in the
rear of his boarding house, and
resolved 10 take a short cut and
enter by the back way.
He accordingly crossed the alley
opened the back gate, passed the
hydrant and the one story kitchen
and entered the dining room through
a door opening on the back porch.
The room was vacant, but the
table was spread in readiness for
breakfast, while the appetizing oder
OF coffee and broiIed ham, from the
culinary department, gave promise
that the meal would soon be served.
Mr.. Calthorn accordingly helped
himself to chair, drew the morning
paper from his pocket, and was
about to glance over its columns,
when brisk foot steps sounded in the
hall, and soon a tall figure loomed
up in the door way, but halted on the
very threshold, as if rooted to the
spot.
To MIR. Calthorn's surprise, he
behe d the countenance of Mr.. Lionel
Lutheliyn.
The young man started the older
one scowled
SO, no, my young scapegrace! AT
your old tricks again, hey? Another
mistake | suppose! he scoffed,
sarcastically.
But the young ''scapegrace"
smiled good naturedly.
1t certainly is mistake sir, he
returned only the shoe is on the
other foot this time. II is your
mistake, instead of mine.
MIR. Calthorn's florid countenance
turned crimson, and his gray NOUS
tache bristled with wrath.
My mistakenly mistake! he
shouted. Why you young jacka-
napes, you-you-you-
Dish up the breakfast, Betty, an
be quick about it l hear the young
gentleman a comm down. cried
shrill voice.
And with gasp of CONSERVATION
Mr. Calthorn realized that he had
actually entered the wrong house.
Overcome by chagrin. he covered
in his chair like a convicted Grim
inal.
The tables were turned indeed,
and here he was at the mercy of the
young man whom he had been
reviling as scapegrace aud jack
anapes.
SW..!&. footsteps were heard ap
preaching, AMI the unfortunate
victim of his own carelessnes5 1elt
that he was ,nSt
But Lionel Lutbellyn was equal to
the occasion.
No one needs to know anything
about it, he whispered, reassuringly.
Only keep cool.
And as the landlady, followed by
Betty with the ham and coffee,
entered the room, he was saying in
a loud voice:
Thank you so much for calling on
me, Mr.. Calthorn And now if you
sit up to the table and have breakfast
with me, | shall feel that | am quite
forgiven.
The invitation was accepted, and
under the combined Influence OF the
coffee. the broiled ham, warm rolls
and other accompaniments, together
with his escape from an embarrass
ing position, Mr.. Calthorn recovered
his equanimity, and proved as
genial a guest as heart could wish.
And what more could he do than
to exten d the hand Of friendship to
the young man who had so mag
unanimously heaped Goals of fire on
his head.
And it was not until after
certain wedding, which took place
few months later on that Mr..
Calthorn, much to his surprise,
learned that his son in law whom
he had once accused of being a
burglar and housebreaker, was really
the sole owner and proprietor of
Smoky Row. although the fact
was not generally known among the
tenants.
Even Mrs. Whyte, the landlady
of No. IS, was not aware that she
was boarding so important person
age.
SOME FAMOUS ROCKING STONES.
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