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

A young couple stood on the bank op-
pOsite the Gadtiy contemplating that
small boathouse with something less
than a feeling of ownership than they
had hitherto experienced. A fiery little
steamer went up the river. ana the
wares, taking advantage of the con-
fusion. ran and kissed the green bank
and were off again before the green
bank had time to protest. From the
top deck of the Gadfy came n song to
the ears of Mr.. Stewart Of Throgmor-
ton street. and of young Mrs. Stewart,
that they We're beginning to know quite
we'll, albeit Miss Bagge, the singer. had
only been there since the morning
Miss Bagge accompanied herself on the
banjo. and accompanied herself all
wrong:
I'm little Alabarmer coon,
Amt been born very long"
81 wonder" said little Mrs. Stewart
81 wonder. now. how many more
times she's going to play that
MY dear love" said Mr.. Stewart.
sitting down on the bank.
Don't call ne your dear love. Hen
ry. until that dreadful girl is gone.'
MY dear Mrs. Stewart. what can I
do? / can't treat her as we brokers'
treat stranger who happens to stroll
into the house, can l? You wouldn't
care for me to catch hold of her and
mash her hat in and hustle her out of
the place.
Il shouldn't. All you have to do is
to be distant with her"
Zone can't be very distant on a small
hOusebOat.''
said Mrs. Stewart.
Il don't mind her when she's STILL
said Mr.. Stewart. Its when she hobs
about and plays that da-"
Henry, dear!'
plays that banjo of hers that she
makes me hot"
The shrill voice came across the
stream:
FLUSH n bye. don't you cry, mammy's
little darling;
Papa's gwine to smack you if you do. ~
Boat ahoy," called Stewart.
The boy on the Gadfy came ND from
somewhere and pulled over to them
and conveyed them to the hOusebOat.
Miss Bagge. looking down from be-
tween the Chinese lanterns, gave a lit
tie shrek of delight as their boat bump
ed ut the side of the Gadfiy.
'Oh, you newly married people," she
cried. archly, as she punched up her
skirts and came skittishly down the
steps; "where have you been? Leay-
ing poor little me alone with my music
for such Il time"
did you say music, Miss Bagge?"
'Yes, dear Mrs. Stewart. My banjo.
you know"
'Ohr' said little Mrs. Stewart
"Afraid you don't like plantation mel
Odies, Mrs. Stewart"
IL used to think did, Miss Bagge."
Stewart had gone along to get some
thing iced to drink and something in
the shape of a cigar to smoke.
How things change, Mrs. Stewart.
don't they? I'm sure it doesn't seem
six years agO-hem-Mr Stewart and
and ma and two or three others came
up to NARROW. / think that was long
before your day, before you came over
from Melbourne, and we did really
have the most exquisite time"
'Have you looked through the even
ing paper, Miss Bagge| interrupted
little Mrs. Stewart hurriedly.
"Oh, yes, dear, I've looked through
It twice. One or two most interesting
cases.
'Where did you put it? 1 want to
see what O'Brien has done for Middle
SEX"
1--WE dropped it somewhere" said
Miss Bagge. "Could the boy go up for
my trunk before it gets dark? left 1t
at the station, and l shall have some
more things down next week"
"Next week.