The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1895-01-28
PLAGIARIZED.

up tho river, and tho waves taking nd
vantage Of the confusion, ran and kissed
the green bank and were off again before
the green bank had time to protest. From
tho top deck of the Gadhy came song %
the ears of Mr.. Stewart of Throgmorton
street, and of young Mrs. Stewart, that
they were beginning to know quite well.
albeit Miss Bagge, tho singer, had only
been there since the morning. Miss Bagge
accompanied herself on the banjo and 40
companied herself all wrong:
"Pm a little Alabar1ner coon;
Ant been born very long"
'I wondor," said little Mrs. Stewart
II wonder, now, how many more times
she's going to play thatf"
My dear love-" said Mr.. Stewart, sit
ting down on the bank.
Don't call me your dear love, Henry,
until tn { dreadful girl is gone"
My dear Mrs. Stewart, what can dol
can't treat her as wo brokers treat a
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"
II shouldn't. All you have to do is to
be distant with her."
"One can't be very distant on small
houseboat.
Il believe you like Miss Bagge STILL"
said Mrs. Stewart
II don't mind her when she's STILL"
said Mr.. Stewart ITS when she bobs
about and plays that da''-
Henry, dearl"
plays that banjo of hers that she
makes me hot"
The shrill voice cam ~sross the stream:
"Hush-a.by, don't you cry. mammy's little
Papa's gwine to smack you If you do"
Boat ahoyl' called Stewart.
The boy on the Gadhy came up from
somewhere and pulled over to them and
conveyed them to the housebont. Miss
Bagge, looking down from between the
Chinese lanterns, gave little shrek OF
delight as their boat bumped at the side
of tho Gadfly.
"Oh, you newly married people!" she
cried archiy as she punched up her skirts
and came skittishly down the steps
where have you been7 Leaving poor lit,
tie me alone with my music for such q
timel''
"Did you say music, Miss Bagge'"
"Yes, dear Mrs. Stewart. My banjo,
you know"
"Ohp' said little Mrs Stewart.
afraid you don't like plantation mel
odies, Mrs. Stewart"
''I used to think did, Miss Bagge."
Stewart had gone along to get some
thing iced to drink and something in the
shape of cigar to smoke
''How things change, Mrs. Stewart,
don't they2 I'm sure it doesn't seem six
years ago-hem-Mr. Stewart and I and
ma and two or three others came up to
NARROW. 1 think that was long before
your day, before you came over from Mel.
bourne, and wo did really have the most
exquisite time.
'sHave you looked through tho evening
paper, Miss BaggeS" interrupted little
Mrs. Stewart hurriedly.
''Oh, yes, denr; I've looked through IL
twice Ono or two most interesting cases."
"Whero did you put It? 1 want to see
whit O'Brien has done for M1ddlesex."
i've dropped II somewhere" said Miss
Bagge. Gould the boy go up for my
trunk before 1t gets darki 1 left 1t at the
station, and shall have some more things
down next week"
"NeKt weekl'
Miss Baggo put her hand to her brown
thin neck and gave a cough Of half apol-
ogy.
''If stay longer, I shall have to run up
to town one day to do somo shopping
There was pause The rings of smoke
from Stewards cigar at tho other end of
tho boat hoated down by them. The boy
below broke few plates and danced few
stops of breakdown to cover the noise.
Dear Henryl How the scent of his
cigar does remind me Of old timesi re-
member so we'll that night at Marlow'--
Miss Bagge, will you go and play
something?"
Miss Bngge went obediently and strum-
med her banjo and mentioned once more
that she was a little Alabama 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."
"I'In going to ask her to go back to
town tonight, Henry"
"But, my dear, isn't that rather rudef"
''Of course 1t is. That's why am do
ing it. You'll have to see her to the sta
tion"
The private row was quickly and quiet
ly over. When the last word had been
spoken, the self invited guest begged ten
minutes to writo letter, and then she
pronounced herself ready for Stewards es.
oort to the station. sorry you are obliged
to go, Miss Bagge, said Stewart politely.
Its an important engagement" said
Miss Bagge, trembling, "or should have
stad. Goodby, dear Mrs. Stewart dare
say We shall meet again soon"
Now an odd thing happened. As Stew
art handed his charge into the boat let
ter fell from her pocket ON the dock of the
Gadfy. Mrs. Stewart In her usual good
temper now that her husbands old ad-
mirer was departing called to her as soon
as sho noticed the lettor, but Miss Bagge
paid no attention. 1t almost seemed that
she did not want to hear. When Mrs.
Stewart picked it up and saw that 1t was
addressed to Henry Stewart Esq, and
marked Private and confidential" she
opened 1t without a moments hesitation;
" nF Il 10 IN hn
near you again. just as the wind signs for the
seashore, 30 do l sigh for you. Can you imagine
what you and ever havo been to me2 You
indeed my king, and you know am your
willing slave Yours faithfully,
CONSTANCE BAoaR
Young Mrs. Stewart sank down on 0
sw deck chair and gasped and looked
s5ross at tho two.
WELL" she said, "now this is fearful"
There would be good half hour before
Henry returned, and In that good half
hour 1t whs necessary to decide what was
to be done. What was quite clear was that
the creature must have had some cnoour-
agement to induce her to write such let
ter, and
why, she is taking his arml" she
cried.
Indeed, Miss Constance Bagee was rest
ing her hand on the arm of Mrs. Stewards
husband. Henry was carrying her banjo,
and, looking back, laughingly waved 1t at
his wifo.
Does this mean." asked Mrs Stewart
distractcdly, that they will never come
backP"
The letter seemed to explain his slight
difference in agreeing to the lady's dis.
missal. 1t explained also why when Miss
Bagge had that morning made her unex-
pected appearance on the bank, hAilinR the
how sI,r Ill t.Il