Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-09-13
MEETING STEPPAPA.

could have done!''
Fraulein Haussmann of Hanover had
a large garden behind her finishing sem
mary for young ladies, and it was up
and down this garden that Mile War
wick was strolling, arm in arm fashion,
with her sworn chum, Ethel Bidwell,
another English pupil.
Ethel waited for further calculation.
"she has gone and married again!"
almost shrieked Mile.
"Well, there's no very great harm in
that, DEAR, returned Miss Bidwell.
I'm fact, it will be rather nice for you. I"
"But a stepfatherl Oh, it was too
bad of mammal" reiterated Mile.
II am not surprised that she has
married again, said Ethel "When she
came to see you in the winter, she
struck me as being almost as young
looking as yourself. Indeed am sur
prised at her remaining widow for ten
years. :"
Mile went on reading the letter.
Worse and worse" was her next
piece of information. Ellis name is
Macintosh, and he's Scotch. Then he'll
have red whiskers and strong accent.
All Scotchmen do, don't they? They
were married very quietly in Edin-
burgh, without telling any Of their
friends am to join them at Paris and
60 on with them to Switzerland and
have a jolly time. Fancy going on a
honeymoon trip with one's own moth
er!"
Where are you to join them?" asked
Ethel.
Next Thursday at the Hotel St.
Mosoow-that's where so many English
people 60. suppose Mr.. Macintosh
can't talk French. Oh, dear, it's alto
gether too bad of mammal
There was no oonsoling poor Mile,
and when her friend saw her off to
Paris Oh the. following Thursday Miss
Warwick still declined to be comforted.
"Please take me up to Mrs. Macin-
tosh's rooms" said Mile when she
arrived at the Hotel st. Moscow.
The garcon, bold son Of Peckham,
scratched his head.
"Missis Macintosh, did you say,
miss?''
"Yes, Mrs. Macintosh. I am her
daughter.
"Well," said the waiter, "I'm sorry
to ave to inform you, miss, that there
amt no Missis Macintosh 'ere. There's
Mister Macintosh, what arrived about
two hours ago. Probably it's i'm you
want?"
As she entered the sitting room Mil
lie stopped dead and would possibly
have retreated had not the bold, bad
man from Peckham hastily closed the
door and retired, for, sitting by the
window, perusing paper, was young
gentleman Of not less than 30 and not
more than % years of age, irreproach-
ably CARRIED, dark, clean shaven and
not very bad looking.
"Ishall be polite, sometimes cordial"
Mile had concluded, after debating
the matter with herself for many miles,
"but on no account atfectionate. shall
thus let him know that, while I do not
wish to cause any unpleasantness,
shall 90 my own way and he will go
his.
However, Miles plan of campaign
collapsed like bubble.
When Mr.. Macintosh rose from his
chair, Mile collected herself with an
effort, and, advancing, held out little
gloved paw.
"How do you do Mr. Macintoshp'
she said.
'Thank you," he replied, after mo-
ment's hesitation, II am very we'll"
Then, as Mile Continued standing, he
added, handing her a chair, won't
you sit DOWN.
Mile seated herself.
"Er--I expected to find mamma
here, said the young lady, after an
awkward silence Of quite Ia minutes
duration.
"Oh, ! see." replied MrA Macintosh.
Then an appalling ida flashed
through her brain. Her mother and
Mr. Macintosh had discovered their
mistake already. In one lhort week
they had fallen out They even trav.
eled separately. Doubtless hi had mar
ried her for her money. and Her mother
had discovered this
II had better not say too mich about
mamma until know exactly how the
land lies, Mile decided. "I\nay only
aggravate their differences.
After long and awkward pause, Mr.
Macintosh suggested that perhaps she
might like to look at the Englith illus.
trated papers while she was w&ting.