Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1893-05-05
THAT MYSTERY.

"Ncw, Phil, really, what do you
like best-the white blouse or the
pink?'
"My dearest Blanche, you look
lovely in either"
ono. but really?"
"And trulyp
"You're too ridiculous, Phil" cried
Mrs. Lorimer, laughing. "As lady's
maid you are not success-go and
smoke your cigarette on the balcony,
aud I'll be ready in a second"
Mr.. Lorimer obeyed with the sub
mission and alarcily Of newly-made
spouse, Dad, moreover, waited with II
patience and resignation only to be
found in man whose married life can
'till be counted by weeks.
81 haven't been long, have II" asked
his wife with delightful conviction,
when che returned after an Interval,
land, oh, Phil, don't you think this is
the most perfectly lovely place on the
face of the earlh?"
Mr.. Lorimers answer lYaa somew laa..
wide of the mark, and by no means
worthy of record, but certainly Eden
on-Sea was delightful spot.
dts delicious" repeated Mrs.
Lorimer, ecstatically; "but come,
Phil. I'm quite ready for my drive!
oh, there, my shoe is undone; do tic
it up for me-"
Philip was kneeling at her feet, and
she was laughingly instructing him in
the art of tying shoe lace, when, to
the unutterabe confusion of both, the
room door opened and stranger stood
in the doorway.
excuse me, am afraid l havo
made a mistake"
Mr.. LOrimer jumped up, glaring at
the intruder savagely.
81 thought this was my room, No.
"a"
"This is 24A," growled Lorimer.
"Your room is the next on the left"
"Thank you; thousand pardons !"
and with a courteous bow the strant sr
withdrew.
"ldiotl" began Phil, but Mrs. Lori
mer interrupted him.
ooh, did you ever see such hand
some man? He had face like an
archangel!"
"Archangel be-pulverized! Think
people might take tho trouble to see
that they don't blunder into other
peoples roomsl Come along, Blanche,
the carriage is waitingw
The evening passed pleasantly
enough. and when toward its close
Mr.. and Mrs. Lorimer lounged upon
their balcony IN tho moonlight, it
seemed as if there could be nothing to
mar the delights of the best of all pos
sible words. Suddenly terribly dis
cordant note was struck.
"Listen!" whispered Blanche.
''Eh, what?" said Phil, whose whole
attention had been engr sed by his
companion, aud who, unlike her, had
not the feminine knack of doing two
things at the same time.
"Don't you hear some one talking
in the next room?" whispered
Blanche.
"Wen?"
"But they're quarreling; listen!"
"Not /. Why shouldn't they quar-
rel if they like? Let's go inI"
But at that moment, a woman's
voice, low and piteOus, reached their
ears.
"Oh Frank! have you no pity?"
"There, didn't you hear?" whispered
Blanche, in awestruck tones.
"1es; and L don't can to hear
any more. Come in, Blanche"
GLOW stupid you are, Phil They
are in tho next room. tell you'll" she
reiterated impatiently.
"What of it?"
Mrs. Lorimer gave little petulant
stamp.
"There was no one with that gentle
man who came Id >re this afternoon,
and he was alone aa, ed'hote! Now,
do you underestimate
Phil gave low whistle, nut before
he could make any remark tn vailing
voice reached them again.
"Frank, don't force mel / can
GotI l will not 1t is too awfulp