Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1896-05-02

ping my coffee half an hour afterWard
when Mrs. Bloom came running in, cry
ing:
ooh, captain, know all about itp'
"What, the leg?''
eyes. think SO. My daughter Eliza
says she saw Mr.. Slympkins give Sam
some money last night
Eyes, l know it was Slympkins
"More than that. Sam was married
last night to Miss Seymour's maid, and
they went OFF together by the 12 o'clock
train.
"But, my dear woman" said I, "I
don't care anything about whom he has
married or where he has gone. The
question is, Has he carried my leg with
him.
"Why, I'm sure don't know
"Well, that is just what want to
know, ma am. This isn't time for
trifling. You must remember that am
to be married today, and, by Jovel
want my legr'
''Why don't you ask Slympkins for
it?''
eyes, and be laughed at. No, don't
intend to let him know anything about
i
don't know that he has got it,
But what are you going to do?''
"Why, just as soon as 1 finish my
breakfast l shall go to Mr.. Seymour's
and tell him of the perfidy of my serv-
ant-and l shall take that leg to prove
my statement-and, unless he objects
very strongly, shall insist ON being
married upon crutches rather than to
have the wedding postponed. That would
please Slympkins too much. It's what
he expects, but I'll disappoint him, by
Jove!"
finished my coffee, and going to my
chamber took the ownerless leg, and
wrapped it up in paper. Then came
down, and ordering my carriage rode
out to Mr.. Seymour's residence.
The old gentleman met me at the
door. He took no notice of my crutches.
With averted face he bade me goodmorn-
ing and led me into the parlor.
"I'm sorry, Captain Boomerang, very
sorry, but the wedding will have to be
postponed"
What, not on my account, hope?"
for you see thought he had already
heard Of my loss.
"Amelia is''-
"What? My dear Amelia! Oh, has
anything happened to her. Is she ill:''
cts nothing serious, my dear cap
tain
''But is she i'll? Oh, where is she?
Let me go to her. Do let me see her!'
"She's in her boudoir. Go. Perhaps
you can comfort her. "
I did go. burst into the room and
found her lying on the sofa.
I rushed forward to clasp her in my
arms, but recoiled in surprise and
amazenent when I saw upon the chair
in front of the lounge upon which she
was lying my
"Great heavens! Amelia, where did
you get my leg?" For you see recog-
nized the limb instantly.
''The le- Oh. George Henry, IL
can never be your wife'' she sobbed,
fixing her liquid orbs on the limb before
her.
"But where did you get my leg?" I
reiterated, at the same time unfolding
the paper from the short one that had
brought with me.
"Where did you get miner" she
screamed, hopping up from the lounge
and clutching the limb that I still held
in my hand.
"Yours!" gasped.
"Mine!' p
"Oh, this is too much!'
Amelia sat down, too, and for about
two minutes we gazed into one anoth-
er's faces without speaking word. At
last I spoke.
ooh, Amelia. Slympkins has played
cruel joke upon US! He bribed your
maid and my man to change these
limbs.'
Eyes, and now
"But luckily we have found it out in
time, and now the wedding can go on
as if nothing had happened.
"What! Would you marry me now?"
"NowP' cried clasping her to my
breast. "I'd marry you now if you
hadn't a leg to stand upon."
Then ! kissed the dear creature, while
she laid her beautiful head upon my
breast and cried for joy.
In conclusion I am happy to inform
the reader that the wedding took place
at precisely o'clock that day. Slymp-
Kills was nOI lnere, ana maven seen
him since, but when do see him-well,
I'll write you about it.-Tit-Bits.
Gladstone on Montenegros Traditions.
We have the greatest respect for
Prince Nicholas of Montenegro, but q
natural disinclination to have to start
reading history all over again from the
beginning makes us hope that Mr. Glad.
stones compliment to him, conveyed
through The Chronicle, may carry
little more than the stern facts of the
"In my deliberate opinion the tradi-
tions Of Montenegro, now committed to
his highness as Il sacred trust, exceed i'll
glory those of Marathon and Thermopy-
lac and all the war traditions of the
world.
Prince Nicholas will bo an ungrateful
man if he does not grow warm all over
on reading this, but is it not a little
hard on the rest of the world? How
ever, here is chance for the writers of
historical romance. They are said to he
rather hard I'D for new DerOds lust