The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-05-18
PLAGIARIZED.

The young couple stood or the bank
apostle the Gadfy contemplating that
small houseboat with something less
than a feeling of ownership than they
| had hitherto experienced. A fiery lit
| tie steamer went UP the river and the
| waves, taking advantage Of the confu-
| sion, 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 a song to
the ears of Mr.. Stewart Of Throgmor-
ton street, and of young Mrs. Stewart,
that tLry were beginning to know quite
well albeit Miss Bagge, the singer,
had only been there since the morning.
Miss Bagge accompanied herself on the
banjo and accompanied herself all
Wrrng:
'I'm a little Alabarmer coon;
Ant been born very long"
Il wonder" said little Mrs. Stewart
~ wonder, now, how many times she's
going t" play that"
"My dear love- said Mr.. Stewart,
sitting down on the bank.
Don't call me your dear love, Henry
uBt;l that dreadful girl IL gone"
"My dear Mrs. Stewart, what can
J do' l can't treat her rs we brokers
treat a stranger who happens to stroll
into the house, can I? You wouldn't
49, LID @p hon mad
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"
zone can't be very distant on a
small houseboat."
4 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 da--"
Henry, dear!!'
"plays that banjo Of hers that
| she makes me hot"
The shrill voice came across the
stream:
"Hrsh-a-by, don't you cry, mammy's
Ettle darling
L upd . k"lhc W cl1tuSh W IL y ou
do
"Boat ahoy!" called Stewart.
The boy ON the Gadhy came UP from
somewhere and pulled over to them and
conveyed them to the houseboat. Miss
Bagge. looking down from between the
Chinese lanterns, gave n little shrek
of delight as their boat bumped at the
side of the Gadfy.
"Oh, you newly-maried peOple!' she
cried archly as she punched up her
skirts and came skittishly down the
steps. "Where have you been? Leav-
ing poor little me alone with my music
for such a timer
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"
Il used to think I 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
| and ma and two or three others came
up to NARROW. | think that was long
before Your day-before you came
over from MeIbOurne-and we really
did have the most exquisite time"
Have you looked through the even
ing paper, Miss BaggeT" interrupted
little Mrs. Stewart hurriedly.
"Oh, yes. dear; I've looked through
1t twice. One or two most interesting
cases"
"Where did you put 1t? I want TO
see what O'Brien has done for Middle
sex"
1--WE 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 put her hand to her
brown thin neck and gave a cough of
half apology
IF ! stay longer I 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 tioated down TO them.
The boy below broke a few plates
and danced a few steps of il break
down to ove the noise.
Dear Henry! How the scent Of his
cigar does remind me of old times.
remember well that night at NARROW
Miss Bagge will you go and play
something's
Miss Bagge went obediently and
strummed her banjo and mentioned
once more that she was Il little Alaba-
mn 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."
I'm going to ask her to go back to
town tonight, Henry"
But, my dear, isn't that rather
rudeT'
| "Of course it is. That's why | am
doing it. You'll have to see her at the
station"
The private row was quickly and
quietly over. When the last word had
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