Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1895-08-02
PLAGIARIZED.

the ears OF Mr. Stewart OF ThrogmOrton
street, and OF young Mrs. Stewart, that
they were beginning 20 know quite we'll
albeit Miss Baggc. tho singer, had only
boon there since tho morning. Miss Bagge
accompanied herself on the banjo and &C
companlcd herself all wrong
I'm nttlu Alaharmcr coon;
Ant been born very long"
Il wonder. " said llttio Mrs. Stewart-
Il wonder, now, how many moro times
she's going To play thaty'
Ny dear love, " said Mr.. Stewart, sit
ting down on tho bank.
Don't call mo your dear love, Henry.
until that dreadful girl Is gone "
My dear Mrs. Stewart, what can doi
l can't treat her as we brokers treat a
stranger who happens 10 stroll into the
house, can /? You wouldn't care for mo
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
DO distant with her "
"Onc can't be very distant on small
houscboat
II believe you like Miss Baggc still,
said Mrs. Stewart
Il don't mind her when she's still,
said Mr.. Stewart It's when she hobs
about and plays that da"-
Henry, dear
plays that banjo of hers that shs
makes mo hot -
Tho shrill voice camc across the stream:
Hush. ably don't you cry, mammy's little
darling.
Papas gwinc to smack you If you DO.
Boat ahoyl" called Stewart
Tho boy on the Gladly came up from
somewhere and pulled over 10 them and
conveyed them TO the houscboat Miss
Bagge, looking down from between the
Chinese lanterns, gave little shrek OF
delight AZ their bout bumped at the side
OF tho Gad1y
"Oh, you newly married people, she
cried archly IA sho punched up her skirts
and came skittishly down the steps
"Whcrc havo you bccni Lcavingpoor lit.
tie me alone with my music for such
time"
Did you say music, Miss BaRRcf"
Yes, dear Mrs Stewart My banjo
you know"
"Ohl" said little Mrs Stewart
Afraid you don't like plantation mel.
odics, Mrs. Stewart"
II used to think did, Miss Baggc."
Stewart had gone along 10 got some.
thing iced To drink and something In tho
shape Of cigar to smoke
How things change, Mrs Stewart,
don't thCy' I'm sure 1t docsn seem six
years ago-hCm-Mr Stewart and | and
ma and two or three others came up To
NARROW | think that was long before
your day, before you camo over from Mel
bourne, and we did really have the most
exquisite time.
Have you looked through the evening
paper Miss Baggcy' interrupted little
Mrs. Stewart hurrcdly
"Oh, yes, dear; I've looked through 1t
twice One or two most interesting cases"
Where did you put It; | want 10 SEQ
what O Bricn has done for Mlddlcscx.
I've dropped 1t somewhere, said Miss
Bnggc Could the boy 60 up for my
trunk before It gets dark | left II at tho
station, and shall have some more things
down next week
Next week.
Miss Bagge put her hand to her brown
thin neck nnd gavo cough of half apol-
ogy
II stay longer, shall have to run up
to town ono day to DO some shopping.
Thorc was pause The rings of smoke
from Stewards cigar at the other end of
the boat foatcd down by thcm The boy
below broke few plates and danced few
steps OF breakdown To cover the noise
Dear Henry How the scent of his
cigar docs remind me Of old timesl re-
member so VOL that night at Marrow
Miss Baggc, will you go and play
something"
Miss Baggc went obedlontly and strum-
med her banjo and mentioned once more
that she was little Alabama coon, and
young Mrs Stewart ran hurriedly to her
husband
Pm going to quarrel with her, she
said breathlcssly
That's right, said Henry calmly.
Anything TO stop that row. "
IN going to ask her To 20 back to
town tonight, Henry"
But, my dear, isn't that rather rude2"
"Of course 1t is. That's why am do.
ing IL You'll have to see her to the sta
ton
The private row was quickly and quiet
ly over. When the last word had been
spoken, the self invited guest begged ten
minutes to write a letter. and then she |
pronounced herself ready for Stewards es.
cort 70 the station. Sorry you are Obliged |
TO CO. Miss Baggo," said Stewart politely. |
Its an important engagement" said |
staid. Goodby, dear Mrs. Stewart. / dare |
say we shall meet again soon."
Now an odd thing happened. AS Stew.
art handed his charge into tho boat let
ter fell from her pocket on the deck Of the |
Gadfly. Mrs. Stewart, In her usual good |
temper, now chat her husbands old adj
mirer was departing, called to her as soon |
as she noticed the letter, but Miss Bagge |
paid no attention. It almost seemed that
she did not want TO hear. When Mrs.
Stewart picked IL up and saw that it was
addressed to Henry Stewart, Esq, and
marked Private and confidential" she
opened IL without moments hesitation
Ny DEAREST HENRY-It Is so sweet 10 be
near you again. just IA the wind signs for tho
so do sigh for you Can you imagine
what you are and ever have been TO me7 You
are indeed my king, and you know am your
willing slave. Yours faithfully,
CONSTANCE BAGGE
Young Mrs. Stewart sank down on Q