The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-08-01

cries of 'Burglarsr And out of the
dense gloom, a la Lady Macbeth, with
candle aloft, shining on his polished
pete, advanced Papa La Fargo. fol-
lowed by his portly wife and the beau
tiful Miss La Fargo, in charming neg
ligee. had entered the wrong house.
What appetizing dough this cake is!
Mrs Poncolot must indeed have a chef
of the old Delmonico school,
1T was the remark of my grand
father-he was a most considerate
man Oh! What did l do? Well, l
am waiting for some new fictionist to
diagnosticate such feelings as surged
through me at that critical moment. |
glanced pprehensively around for
some method of escape before they
should have discovered my presence.
| knew | was safe from their recogni-
ton, for awhile, under my masquerade
of flour ond straw berry jelly. Then
my eyes fell on a tiny red flame start
ing up III the buttery. You will doubt
less remember that had cigar with
me? 1t was between my teeth as l fell
in the window, but was knocked out as
l struck the flour bin. l had set fire to
the scrim curtains at the window, and
even now the cotton was mass of an
CRY flames.
Fire! Fire. screamed, and madly
tore through the smoke, someway
gained the sill again, and rolled out on
the ground beneath. 1t took me but
three minutes to wash off the jelly and
flour; then, wild and breathless, pre-
sented myself at the La Fargo door, to
inform them that l had discovered
burglar escaping from the buttery
window, and also proffering my further
services to quench the fire. This did
with one bucket of water, and then.
modestly-I felt that | had rescued
them enough for one day-and under
cover of their profuse gratitude, with
the fearful eyes of Miss La Fargo in
toxicatingly before me, turned to go.
But Papa La Fargo was not content to
have it thus. He pulled me, reluctant,
before him, and with one hand on my
shoulder said
AT one time, sir, l mistook you
for that incarnation of the demons,
hoodoo; but in exactly twenty hours
you have saved my family from the
rage of an Infatuated bull, the rabid
poison of mad dog, a troop of I'M
scrupulous burglars, and the ravages
of a seething fire. My former theory,
under these miraculous escapes, has
been entirely dissipated. l can make
but feeble return of our gratitude, sir;
but as slight proof. accept this;' and
he placed in my hand Dear Mrs.
Montbecll, have just one more maca-
room with which to finish your ice.
Permit me Yes, my dear grand
father was wont to say, and he was
most considerate-Oh! What was it
Mr.. La Fargo placed in my hand? My
dear Mrs. Montbeck, it was one
cent piece! And Miss La Farge's snowy
wonder of a hand he placed in the
rough one of my valet, who had fol-
lowed me thither.
"He was laboring under great ex-
citement, therefore | forgave him; and
bestowing the penny-which the good
old man had thought was twenty
on my man, boldly seized the hand of
my divinity, and
'Well, that is why l married Now
my grandfather used to remark - Just
last almond together, my dear Mrs.
Montbeck-Ah, there is your hostess
rising. | will see you in the drawing
room, lateE
"oh! %hst did my grandfather say,
anyway? Why, simply this; He-er-
he-why FGhaw.-the mischief My
dear Mrs. Montbecl1, have forgotten
myself'-Demorest's Magazine.