The islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1891-1899, 1895-03-28
A CASE OF PLAGIARISM.

less than feeling of ownership than
they had hitherto experienced fiery
little steamer went up the river. and
the waves, taking advantage of the
confusion, ran and kissed the green
bank and were off again before the
green bank had time to protest. From
the top deck of the Gadhy came song
to the ears OF Mr.. Stewart, of Throg-
morton street, and of young Mrs.
Stewart, that they were beginning to
know quite well, albeit Miss Bagge,
the singer had only been there since
the morning. Miss Bagge accom-
panied herself on the banjo, and &C
companied herself all wrong:
I'm little Alabarmer coon,
Ant been born very long"
sT wonder" said little Mrs. Stewart
II 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 me your dear love.
Henry, until that dreadful girl has
gone
MY dear Mrs. Stewart, what can /
do? | can't treat her as we brokers
treat a stranger who happens to stroll
into the house, can /? You wouldn't
care for me to catch hold of her and
mash her hat in and hustle her out of
the place"
81 shouldn't. All you have to do is
TO be distant with her."
Zone can't be very distant on a small
houseboat."
81 believe you like Miss Bagge STILL"
said Mrs. Stewart.
81 don't mind her when she's STILL"
said MIR. Stewart. Its when she
hobs about and plays that banjo of
hers that she makes me hot"
The shrill voice came across the
stream:
Hush a-bye, don't you cry, mammy's little
darling;
Papas gwire to smack you If you do"
Boat ahoy," called Stewart.
The boy on the Gadfy came up from
some where and pulled over to them,
and conveyed them to the houseboat.
Miss Daggc, looking down from be-
tween the Chinese lanterns, gave a lit
lie shrek Of delight as their boat
dumped at the side of the Gadfiy.
''Oh, you newly 1arried people," she
,riad, archly, as she punched up her
,llirts andScame skittishly down the
,tep5; where have You been? Leaving
Door little me alone with my music for
| UGH a time
Odd you say music, Miss Bagge?"
eyes, dear Mrs. Stewart. My banjo,
you know"
OH said little Mrs. Stewart.
afraid you don't like plantation
| melodies, Mrs. Stewart"
Il used to think did, Miss Bagge.''
Stewart had gone along to get some
hing iced to drink and some thing in
he shape OF cigar to smoke.
"How things change, Mrs. Stewart,
| ion't they? I'm sure it doesn't seem
| six years agO-hem-Mr. Stewart and
| ana ma and two or three others came
Up 20 NARROW. I think that was long
before your day, before you came over
rom Melbourne, and we did really
lave the most exquisite time
Have you looked through the even
.ng paper, Miss Bagge?' inter
'upted little Mrs. Stewart, hurrieoly
oh, yes, dear, I've looked through
It twice One or two most interesting
Asses"
Where did you put it? I want to
| see what O'Brien has done for Middle
sex"
I've dropped it somewhere" said
Hiss Ba5Se. Gould the boy go up
sfyr My trunk before it gets dark? |
left it at the station, and 1 shall have
some more things down next week."
Next week."
Miss Eagge put her hand to her
brown thin neck and gave cough of
apology.
IF | stay longer shall have to run
up to town one day to do some shop
| ping"
There was pause. The rings of
smoke from Stewards cigar at the
| other end of the boat f1oated down bv
them. The boy below broke few
plates aid danced a few steps of a
| breakdown to cover the noise.
Dear Henry! How the scent of his
cigar does remind me of old times! I
remember SO we'll that night at Mar
| low
Miss Bagge, will you go and play
something's"
Miss Bagge went obediently and
strumlned her banjo, and mentioned
once more that she was a little Ala
bama coon, and young Mrs. Stewart
ran hurriedly to her husband.
I'm going to quarrel with her." she
said. breathlessly.
That's right" said Henry. calmly;
anything to stop that row."
Pm going to ask her to go back to
town tonight, Henry"
But. my dear, isn't that rather
rude?"
''uf course it is. That's why 1 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 a letter.
and then she pronounced herself ready
for Stewards escort to the station.
Sorry you are obliged to go, Miss
Ba rGe,' said Stewart politely.
Its an important engagement"
said Miss Bagge, trembling, 'or 1
would have stayed. Good-by, dear
Mrs Stewart I 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.