Arizona republican., 1895-01-25
A CASE OF PLAGIARISM.

less than a feeling of ownership than
they had hitherto experienced. A 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 a 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"
; 81 wonder" said little Mrs Stewart
81 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 l
do? | can't treat her as we 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"
81 shouldn't. ALI 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.
Il don't mind her when she's STILL"
said Mr.. Stewart. cts 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 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 Gadfy
''Oh, you newly-married people," she
cried, archly, as she punched up her
skirts and @came skittishly down the
steps; ''where have you been? Leaving
poor little me alone with my music for
such time
ibid you say music. Miss Bagge?"
Eyes, dear Mrs. Stewart NV banjo,
you know"
'Oh!' said little Mrs Stewart.
Afraid you don't like plantation
melodies, Mrs Stewart"
Il used to think l 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? Pm sure it doesn't seem
six years ago-hem-Mr. Stewart and
[ and ma and two or three others came
up to NARROW. l think that was long
before your day, before you came over
from Melbourne, and we did really
have the most exquisite time"
"Hase you looked through the even
pdpCI, MIoS lAUCI-
rupted little Mrs. Stewart, hurriedly.
''Oh, yes dear, I've looked through
it twice. One or two most interesting
cases."
j Where did you put it? l 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? I
left it at the station, and 1 shall have
some more things down next week"
Next week.
Miss Bagge put her hand to her
brown thin neck and gave a cough of
apology.
''lf l stay longer shall have to run
up to town one day to do some shop
ping"
There was a 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 few steps of a
breakdown to cover the noise.
"Dear Henry! How the scent of his
cigar does remind me OF old times!
remember so well that night at Mar
low"
miss Bagge, will you go and play
something's"
Miss Bagge went obediently ant
strummed her banjo, and mentioned
once more that she was little Ala
bama coon, and young Mrs. Stewar
ran hurriedly to her husband.
I'm going to quarrel with her," sh'
said, breathlessly.
That's right" said Henry. calmly
anything to stop that row."
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