Marshall County independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1894-1895, 1894-12-28


remember SO we'll that night at Mar
low"
Miss Bagge, will you go and play
something's"
Miss Bagge went obedienuy and
strummed her banjo and mentioned
once more that she was Il little Alabama
coon. and young Mrs. Stewart ran bur-
riedly to her husband.
I'm going to quarrel with her." she
said. breathlessly.
That's right" said Henry, calmly;
anything to stop that row.
I'm going to ask her to go back to
town tonight, Henry
But, my dear, isn't that rather
rude?"
"Of course it is. That's why | am
doing it. You'll have to see her to the
station"
The private row was quickly and
quietly over When the last word had
been spoken the Self-invited guest
begged ten minutes to write n letter,
and then she pronounced herself ready
for Stewards escort to the station
Sorry you are obliged to so, Miss Bag
ge," said Stewart politely.
Its an important engagement" said
Miss Bagge, trembling "Or l should
have stayed. Good-by. dear Mrs. Stew
art. 1 dare say we shall meet again
sOOn."
Now an odd thing happened. AS
Stewart handed his charge into the
boat letter fell from her pocket on
the deck of the Gadfy. Mrs. Stewart.
in her usual good temper, now that her
husbands old admirer was departing
called to her as soon as she noticed
the letter; but Miss Bagge paid no at
tentiOn. 1t almost seemed that she
did not want to hear. When Mrs
Stewart picked it up and saw it was
addressed to Henry Stewart, Esq. and
marked private and confidential" she
opened it without moments hesita-
ton.
My Dearest Henry-It is so sweet
to be near you again Just as the wind
signs for the seashore SO do | sigh for
y al
and ever have been to me? You are in
deed my king. and you know am your
willing slave. Yours faithfully,
CONSTANCE BAGGE"
Young Mrs. Stewart sank down on n
low deck chair and sasped and looked
across at the two.
We'll" she said, now this is fear
full"
There would be Il good half hour be-
fore Henry returned. and in that good
half hour it was necessary 10 decide
what was to be done. What was quite
clear was that the creature must have
had some encouragement to induce her
to write such letter. and
"Why, she is taking his armv' she
cried.
Indeed. Miss Constance Bagge was
resting her hand OH the arm of Mrs.
Stewards husband. Henry was carry
ing her banjo. and. looking back, he
laughinSly waved it at his wife.
Does this mean asked Mrs Stew
art distractedly, that they will never
come back"
The letter seemed to explain his
slight Difference in agreeing to the Ia
dy's Dismissal; it explained, also, why
when Miss Bagge had that morning
made her unexpected appearance OH
the bank hailing the boy with a shrill
"Hiv' Henry had only laughed very
much.
Mrs. Stewart summoned the boy
"Yes, mem, there is Il trine I'D liter
than this. 1t leaves Thames Ditton at
eleven fifteen. and you get to good old
Waterloo ut about ten to twelve. And
l wish to Gawd," added the boy piOusly,
that was there nah. This plice is Il
lump too quiet for me-"
That would give half an hour to
speak her mind to Henry if he did
come back, just half an hour to ex-
tract from him a confession, and then
rush for the last train up. At Waterloo
she could take cab to Uncle Georges,
and if Uncle George couldn't see her
through, why, nobody could. Uncle
George was an agent-general He was
a stern man, and treated everybody as
severely as though they were his fell
lOw-countrymen.
The white-flanneled figure came back
to the river side.
"He has managed to say goOd-by.
then?" said Mrs. Stewart fiercely. Il
should like to have seen the parting"
Henry came on board and went
straight to her, and with the assurance
of new husbands, kissed her neck.
"She's an impossible creature" said
Stewart. He sat down beside his wife
and took an evening paper from his
pocket. 81 believe she took the extra
away with her. I've had to buy an
other
There was something i'm little Mrs
Stewards throat that prevented her for
the moment from starting her lecture
''She wasn't so bad, you Know" he
went on, "in the old days. OF course
was mere youth then. But now she's