Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1895-01-17
A CASE OF PLAGIARISM.

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 Gadfy 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 a little Alabarmer coon,
Ant been born very long
81 wonder" said little Mrs. Stewart
Il 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 I
do? l can't treat her as we brokers
treat stranger who happens to stroll
into the house, can 1? 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"
''One can't be very distant on a small
houseboat.7
81 believe you like Miss Bagge STILL"
said Mrs. Stewart
Il don't mind her when she's STILL
said Mr.. 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;
Papa's gwine 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 Bagge, looking down from be-
tween the Chinese lanterns, gave lit
tie shrek of delight as their boat
bumped at the side of the Gadfiy.
"Oh, you newly-married people," she
cried, archly, as she punched up her
skirts andSeame slzittishly down the
steps; where have you been? Leaving
poor little me alone with my music for
such time
Did you say music, Miss Bagge?"
S'Yes, 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 1 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 they? 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. 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?" inter
rupted little Mrs Stewart, hurrieoly.
, ''Oh, yes, dear. I've looked through
it twice. One or two most interesting
cases.
Where did you put it? I want to
see what O'Brien has done for Middle
SEX
I've dropped it somewhere, said
Miss Bagge. Gould the boy go up
for my trunk before it gets dark?
left it at the station, and 1 shall have
some more things down next week"
Next weekr'
Miss Bagge put her hand to her
brown thin neck and gave cough of
apology.
IF stay longer 1 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 foated down by
them. The boy below broke a few
plates and 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! l
remember so well that night at Mar
low"
Miss Bagge, will you go and play
something's"
Miss Bagge went obediently and
strummed her banjo, and mentioned
once more that she was 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 tc
town tonight, Henry"
But, my dear, ISM that rather
rude?"