The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-03
A CASE OF PLAGIARISM.

The young couple stood on the bank
opposite the Gadhy contemplating
that small house boat with something
less than a feeling of ownership chan
they had hitherto experienced. Afiery
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 we'll, albeit Miss Bagge.
the singer, had only been there since
the morning. Miss Bagge accom-
panied herself on the banjo, and ac-
:ompanied herself all wrong:
I'm a 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 |
do? / can't treat her as we brokers
treat a stranger who happens to stroll
into the house, can /? 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"
"Oue can't be very distant on a small
houseboat."-
Il 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 hal banjo of
hers hat 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 Gladly 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 a lit
tie shrek of delight as their boat
bumped at the side of the Gadhy.
"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
oor little INT alone with my music for
such a time"
did you say music, Miss Bagge?"
Yes, dear Mrs. Stewart. My banjo,
you know"
OH said little Mrs. Stewart.
Afraid you don't like plantation
melodies, Mrs. Stewart"
II used to think | did, Miss Bagge."
Stewart had gone along to get some
thing iced to drink and something in
the shape of a 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
l 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"
Haze you looked through the even
ing paper, Miss Bagge?' inter
rupted little Mrs. Stewart, hurriealy.
"Oh, yes, dear. I've looked through
it twice. One or two most interesting
cases."
Where did you put it? / want to
see what OBrien has done for Middle
sex"
"Pve dropped it somewhere" said
Miss Bagge. Gould the boy go up
for my trunk before it gets dark? /
left it at the station, and | shall have
some more things down next week"
Next week.
Miss Bagge pu' her hand to her
brown thin neck and gave a cough of
apology.
If l stay longer | shall have to run
mp to town one day to do some shop
ping"
There was a pause. The rings of
mok from Stewards cigar at the
Their end of the boat floated down by
hem. The boy below broke IA few
plates and danced a few steps of a
breakdown To cover the noise.
Dear Henry! How the scent OF his
cigar does remind ne of old times! !