The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-24

Teu-ulnIneu CNlnKllnS eyes, humorous
mouth, slightly screwed to the left, and
large mutton-chop whiskers. In one hand
he held the fatal boots while his own feet
We're encased in carpet slippers.
Mrs. Cocks rose up uneasily, and Mtlly
seized on piece of fancy work. Bumpus
paused in his perambulations. Then the
door was thrown open, and Jenkins an
nounced Admiral Sir Rattlin Eastwood"
whereupon that dignitary entered, follow
ed by his seconder whose slight figure,
neat dress, bold, merry brown eyes ana
dark hair. looked far more distinguished
than the admiral. Milly thought, though
he was a real original baronet
Your most obedient!' said Sir Rattlin,
taking off his hat with a grand bow.
Let me introduce Mr.. Bumpus to you,
Admiral exclaimed Jenkins. Bumpus
grew a little redder than usual, and re-
turned the salute-"Mrs Cocks-Miss Mil
licent Bumpus,' continued jenkins.
Delighted to make your acquaintance,
ladies. Not every day one falls in with
such an elegant little craft as this young
lady, ma am" to Mrs. Cocks. Now, sir.
my friend Jenkins, here, tells me I've been
behaving myself with scant politeness IN
trying to put off my boots on you, not that
! should mind standing in your shoes If
that would entitle me to call so pretty
creature Miss Millicent my daughter.
and the admiral winked a her with start
ling familiarity Il rather pride myself
on my understandings, and it strikes me
these boots are too big. Suppose, sir, we
toe a line as the sailors say, and our
friend Jenkins will be umpire Range up
along side. my dear sir! Bumpus obeyed
| somewhat awkwardly.
why shivar my timbers Jenkins!
cried the admiral "your man gives me the
go by altogether looking down critical
ly. MY stumps are regular beetle-cTusn-
ers compared to his.
"I3ut your feet are only in slippers, sir, ="
said Millicent, laughing and blushing.
Right you are my pretty one Here,
Jenkins, give me a chair in the hall till l
put my boots onn' He laid down his hat
and went out.
"A very remarkable mani! said Bum
pus, solemnly, in a low voice.
There you are" cried the admiral re-
turning, and putting forward a tolerably
well-shaped foot. by George, you have
won the match! Look here, jenkins! Sir!
beg your pardon, did not know the kind
of gentleman l was afronting. 1 must
have tried on these boots yesterday when
my feet were swollen. They are good
bit too big, you see! Your pardon, sir!
with majesty.
Certainly, Sir Rattlin Eastwood. You
have made every amends and l shall
think no more of the matter!'
That's as it should be between gentle
men. It's a fine morning; suppose we go
and smoke a cigar on the cliffs? There's
a snug little hostelry about midway to
Kingsgate, where a horn of mild malt
would not be unacceptable, eh?"
at will give me great pleasure, Sir Hatt-
lin, said Bumpus, beaming on him.
shall we not follow suit, Miss Bum
pus?" asked jenkins. Milly agreed.
Meantime, / have mislaid my cigar
case, and must trouble you for a weed"
Il am exceedingly sorry, Sir Rattlin,' in
a tone of sincere regret, but l never
smoke, and cannot accommodate you"
tThen, Jenkins, my boy, you must be
the sufferer" Jenkins made grimace
and produced his case. from which the af-
fable baronet helped himself literally.
Then the quartette started for long ram
BILE naturally falling into a brace of we'll
assorted couples, Mrs. Cocks remaining at
home to see to the careful preparation of
l o'clock dinner; the lot of elderly un-
endowed women being generally to care
for the pleasures of others.
Mr.. Bumpus returned alone in good time
for the midday repast and also in excel
lent humor.
splendid air Mrs. c. I'm as hungry as
a hunter Sir Rattln Eastwood is the
very best company 1 ever met There's
nothing like a real high-bred gentleman,
after all! I'm sure he treats me as if /
were the best in the land It's 'Bumpus'
here, and 'Bumpus, my boy, there; my
hearty one minute. and mate another,
with a sort of elegant freedom can't de-
scribe He says he is going to look me up
when he is in town He is now engaged
for a shooting party at Tredegar Castle,
Lord Snowdon's place. the Marquis of
Snowdon, MIS- c.! What do you think of
that?"
IT'S very grand indeed, Mr.. Bumpus
1t seems little strange to my mind Mr.
Bumpus that a baronet and an admiral
FeesWn 4 af.,rp
II did not perceive it, said Bumpus
Ioftily HE may take little medicinal
ly-but ne only took a little B. and S. to
nv beer, very generously standing treat
insisted on il, Mrs G. He is evidently ac-
customed to people who take very little
thought about money--for finding he had
left his purse on his dressing table he said
in the frankesl and most friendly manner
Lend US o SOW. my hearty which did
and he Just put the change in his pocket
quite unatfectediy."
"Oh. | dare say it's all right enough,
but we'd he rather surprised Mr..
Chipwortn. now, did such thing. and he
is a churchwarden," said Mrs. Cocks.
you'll. excuse me. Mrs c., but your
remark shows a very muddle-headed con-
dition OF mind!'
'sWeli, maybe so, Mr. Bumpus. I'm
sure l wish Mily would come in to her
dinnsr."
ION, she Is all fiSnl. 1 unueEStdnu tnat
young fellow Jenkins belongs to very re-
spectacle family In Worcestershire, and
has been brought up to the italian lire of
business The admiral Is my informant"
concluded Bumpus, Ioftily, "and, Mrs. C.,
you may ask the young man to have a bit
OF dinner. Sir Rattlin Is gone to the club
Ii Is quite improving to hear him explain
all about shipping and spars and tars
Very different from the talk Of that vul-
gar Captain Getaway, who was only a
pilot ] think"
Here Milly and her admirer appeared at
the gate, and Mr. jenkins was pressingly
invited TO dinner.
fine passed so pleasantly that Mr.. Bum
pus was persuaded TO stay till Wednesday.
But on Tuesday afternoon the admiral APP
reared in a rather breathless condition
with a heavy bag I'm his hand.
Just run in to say goodbye, Bumpus,
my boyi Snowdon has Just teiegraphed
to me- They have Russian commodore
at Tredegar. and want me to help do the
honors I've hardly time to catch my
train. Thanks for all your kind atten-
ton Shall call when I'm in town. Got