Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1897-04-30

Mary was lying in her hammock tho
next morning, when shadow fell acrJss
the porch, and, starting up with hasty
exclamation, she found herself face to
iaes with young man.
Il beg your pardon, he said in a
pleasant voice; Il fear | startled you
"Only very slightly" she returned
trying to regain her self-possess. on.
DO you wish TO see grandpa
I'll grandpa is Mr.. Miliard, that is my
wish"
HE is Mr.. Millard. Walk in, please.
viii tell him. Opening the door, she
led the way to the parlor. will you
give me your name, please?" There was
Z Seconds hesitation on the young man
pat Then in a peculiar voice he an-
ssaered, ~Bevsr.y."
csxIer face changed visibly, and a low
9 Klamation es' aped her.
Did you say Beverly she asked,
h disturbed air.
Yes, miss. Jack Beverly"
thsf room. repdIord Mary stepnsrS =
fJaok Beverly. Hi7s name is Jack
ndverly."
TGrandpa, his name is Jack Beverly"
fWhat, my dear?" questioned Mr.. Mil
lard, with decided surprise, as Mary
came upon him with this announy cment.
"A gentleman wh) wishes to see you,
grandpa, and
"A strange gentleman, Nary"
yes, strange gentleman, and his
name is Jack Bev-"
So you have said, my dear. You are
very nervous, Mary. What is it, my
child?"
Il am afraid TO think, she answered,
as he laid his hand upon her head.
There are a thousand questions in my
mind now. II cannot dare TO answer
them. You had better go, grandpa. He
Is waiting"
1T is strange, she heard him mur-
mur, as he left the room.
1T is more than strange she re-
peated throwing herself on chair and
leaning her head upon the desk.
She was in this position "A halt hour
later, when her grandfather returned.
There has been very curious mis-
.ake," he said as Mary looked up ques-
doningly. The Mr.. Beverly 1 have
Just been talking with is the son of my
I'D friend lie has been staying with
another Mr.. Millard, whom be has been
taking for me, and"
How did he discover all this?'
He has seen Jack, and they have
teen comparing notes. Each has found
out that the other has made similar
mistake.
Where is he?"
Gone to look about the village.
have in"
4 don't mean this Mr.. Beverly in
terrupted Mary with quick frown.
"Oh. Jack. He is in South Weston.
Did Ja-the other Mr.. Beverly know
this one was coming here?'
Really, I did not ask, my dear;
though it is very likely"
You said you invited him TO dinner,
did You not? l must Let Jeannctte
know"
A minute later, she entered the kiteh-
en-, with the abrupt announcement;
Jeanette, Mr.. Beverly will be here
TO dinner.
Jeanette dropped the potato she was
peeling. You don't mean she ex-
claimed.
No. don't mean that one, returned
Mary, with gulp in her throat. This
Is quite another one entirely.
another one!' repeated the su-pris d
Jeanette. Mercy, save us. There
ain NlOIDt1 biit VI tIitiH ~ 'Nf ~ iy'
a-coming.
Another one of them Mr. Beverlys,
Jeanette? What peculiar expression.
only know there's a man coming 10
dinner named Beverly-and-and that's
all want to know.
And fearing further exhibition OF
feeling, Mary rushed from The room.
Queer, commented Jeanette, apos-
trophizing the potatoes. i wonder how
this one Il turn cut?
Beverly returned shortly before din
ner, and Mary followed her grandfather
10 the parlor She did not feel in humot
for conversation. SO sh contented her
eelf with quietly observing their visitor
conscious that he. in his turn, was Ike
wise observing her.
Miss Millard, he said at last, so suG-
denly as to almost make her start, l
have been telling your grandfather wha'
beautiful place Weston Is. daro say
however, you are more familiar with its
charms, as no doubt you so there quito
frequently.
i haven't lately" she responded.
sThat is, not until the ether day, II
went there then.
All" he questioned, obeerving hoi
nervous manner. ! care Say you II"
friends there?'
~OnFy one very humble one-Mrs,
Thomson. You know her-that is, you
have spoken to her, maybe. She told
| me about Weston and about
She raused in helpless embarrass'
ment.
L suppose I'm making fool of my.
self, was her inward comment, but
cannot help it. I'll die if don't know
| shall have to ask him outright present
ly. Why wont he say something? How
can grandpa sit hego and talk so cooill
Of other things? If l only had a chancef
She made her own chance after din
i ner. She was sitting alone with Bevel'
", her grandfather having left them, t'
find a book from which he had been quot
ing. when, without apparent reason sh'
! dropped the subject they had been dis
cussing, and, turning to him, asked