The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-05-28

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| Christie, but then be thought these
clever western girls can take excel
lent care of themselves. AS Effit
passed she said: "You will walk to
night, won't your have got some
thing to say to you" "Of course
will, cried the judge, thinking tc
join her there, but she hurried away
And turning to the forecastle again
he saw Stevens, and that person,
catching his eye, came down to him.
He was to leave when the shore was
reached, but he had few instruc.
tions to ask about the luggage.
He never touched his hat-the
judge could scarcely expect it from
a republican-but he was handy and
polite in his own way. What could
Efie have to say9 Surely she was
not one of those advanced women.
She was not going to- But, in
truth, if there was going to be any
proposing, the old judge felt he would
much sooner do it himself. How
ever, as it grew dusk, he looked about
for the lady, and when he had found
her started with her fora walk, and
they paced up and down, he, fond
man, anxiously expecting the prom
ised communication. But it did not
come, and at last the judge said,
You wished to speak to me, I
think9" And she replied, "Oh, yes;
do come to the side." They were
near the stern of the vessel, and
moving to the bulwark leaned over
together.
"You have been very kind to me,
Judge Lempriere," the girl said, put
ting aside her arch manner and speak
ing seriously, land 1 thought perhaps
you might like to help me-" She
brought out from her dress a small
bottle, and taking the stopper out Of
fered it to her friend. "You have
once or twice said you liked this
scent. 1t is the celebrated Georgia
water, said to be made from the
choice plants in that state, but, at
any rate, very fragrant, and most
moderate in price if taken in guam
tity. / am travelling for it, and as
y6h have been attentive I thought
you would take small consignment,
as of course l get percentage, and
you would be benefiting me. Mrs.
Christie, whose husband is one of our
directors, proposed speaking, but I
like to do it myself"
The old judge was too much taken
aback to retain any self possession,
and in a very stamnering voice re-
marked that of course he would be
very happy to assist her.
"Best thanks" she said, "and
where shall you be in town7"
He intended to put up at the Gold
en- Cross, Charing Cross.
Every well. Then / shall meet my
husband in London, and I will send
him with the scent, and you can pay
him if you will be so good"
your husband Why, / under
stood you to be Miss Briedenbachw
ooh, that's my travelling namel
Any suggestion of my profession does
Miss Briedenbachs sometimes, some
times Miss Piesse, sometimes Miss
Lubin. You are awfully good. Come
on, now, and will play the banjo
for the last time"
Space forbids more than to ask the
reader to imagine the situation. Like
q dream when one awakethl Fond,
futtering judgel
The second day after the landing
Mr.. Lempriere was in his room at the
Golden Cross. 1t was raining hard;
London looked gloomy, the Strand a
vista of umbrellas, the roadway a
sea of mud. The returned prodigal
thought England rather a mistake.
He was very lcPely, very much oat
of his element, very left handed-no
bearer, no khidmutgars. And he
himself absolutely nobody One ant
in an ant hill
The waiter came in to say that a
person wished to speak to him.
'Show him up"
There was a rumble and a thump
in the passage, the door was thrown
wide open, and Stevens and the wait
er brought in package about as big
as a small portmanteau.
my wife" said Stevens, bowling,
"has sent me with this consignment
of Georgia water, and she asked me
to present the bill with her compli-
mants and thanks. There are nomi-
nally "a dozen, at a half crown the
bottle, but by way of discount we
throw in an extra dozen, which
makes the amount exactly 800 bot
ties"
Seeing the judges eyes open with
perplexed establishment, he added,
'It seems a good lot, but it is first
rate article, and if used without stint
it goes quicker"
And Stevens handed in the receipt
ed bill. The judge felt that his serv-
ant had been in every way a traitor.
But the subject of Mrs. Stevens was a
delicate one, and certainly Effie's pro-
posed consignment had been agreed
to. There was nothing for it but the
checkbook.
sCpooll,y - o,.iad tba unfortunate