The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1896-05-01


"Ah! | shall provide against that.
There will be a series of cocks, which.
if you turn, which will suffer the excess
to escape"
But | am SO frightened" " objected.
What if should neglect"
"Then, at the worst, there might be
a vivid flash of light
"a peculiar attribute for a gentle
mans satchcl."
Not at all They are never heavy.
And, then, how many contain Jersey
lightning, for instance2''
thanked old Watson for his ingen-
ious kindness, which obviated every
difficulty.
In few days left Armway on my
faithful mission, with highly resprc-'
tible satchel in my hand. My father
attended me to the station and bade
me dubious farewell. My last glimpse
assured me that he certainly heard the
following footsteps, from which ar"u-
ed that he was nervous as to nv enter
prise.
My journey to the metropolis was
not so very eventtul, after all. True
| was once in danger of arrest as
dynamiter, and again of lynching as
child kidnapper. Still, Peter adapted
himself to his new environments as
quickly as could be expected, and
learned from experience, when he did
let go wierd and hair-raising yell, to
sternly eye some meek and Mosesy in
dividual in accusation. | found, too,
that those who purposely mistook my
satchel for their own incontnently
dropped it with strangely twitching el-
bows, and, though they said nothing,
looked unutterable things" Once or
twice, inadvertently, raised it with
OF touching the concealed key, and
there upon my funny bone had Sc
we're cOnvulsicn.
reached the steamer just ut the
hour of sailing. As hastened along
the deck carelessly struck my valise
against the rail There arose one
sharp, bloodcurding shrek, as if the
ship herself were forboding disaster
''Confound it, | solloquized. with
much presence of mind; 1.-The inevitable
squawking baby"
They are inevitable, and they do
squawk for a fact, Sir" remarked 4
tine-looking old gentlemen, standing by
with his daughter, apparently, on his
arm. But, do you know, I've watch
eel the embarking and haven't seen a
child in arms. Have you, Bessie?'
Bessie merely smiled an answer, but
from that moment feared and felt
that | ought to dislike her. For her
smile said as plainly rs such pretty lips
could be plain that she doubted the
baby and suspected the satchel and me.
Alas! such a sweet, dainty little Great
ure, too, with ro9uish eyes and bewild-
ering teeth and dimples that challeng
ed for kisses. | knew | could grow so
fond of hcr-but no, this was not the
time for dalliance. My duty was sim
gle, and luckily so, for what could |
have done with two cats? | hurried to
my state-room and there pampered and
toyed with my yellow Palladium until
we were well out to sea and the dinner
hour had arrived
When was placed at the Captains
table found that | was directly oppo-
site the tine-looklng old gentleman and
the astuta young lady. A she contin-
ued aflable, | soon learned that he was
Gen Ruthven, and that Bessie, as had
suspected, was his daughter.
"Any relation to the Blackmores of
Armwayy' he asked on hearing my
name. | explained my position in that
family.
well. well" he continued heartily.
GLOW is my good friend Miss Aida,
and does she stand the heaty'
stated with a certain inward ma
lice that | believed she endured it like
a salamander Here Bessie interup-
ted.
why, pa, don't You remember
don't Won hear? Oh, of course not. |
beg pardon I'm sure | was think
ing of something else
My child said the General, CON-
passionately. has not yet acquired the
habit of connecting thought, So vital Il
characteristic Of maturity.'
'PerhapS not | reflected, hut she
has an intuition which can double dis
count and any such mature character
istic without half trying" But kept |
this Opinlon To myself
.Are you travelling alone, Mr.. Black
more!' asked the General after slight |
interregnum Of splp.
Quit alone.
Like another Cruso, reioined the
girl. But no, Cruso always had pets
parrots and eats and things"
Could there be any hidden meaning
in this artless prattlc? Alas! Was fem
mime prattle ever artless? | pinched
myself for diversion, and refused the
fish though my mouth watered for it
"A natural effect, by the way.
''Travelng for pleasure, of course?"
persisted the garrulous old man.
"Oh, yes | assented, without sin