The Owosso times., 1897-09-17
MEETING STEPPAPA.

WELL" exclaimed Millie, ''this is
quite the most horrid thing mamma
could have donep'
Fraulein Haussmann Of Hanover had
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 ohum, Ethel Bidwell,
another English pupil.
Ethel waited for further elucidation.
"She has gone and married againl"
almost shrieked Mile.
"Well, there's no very great harm in
that, DEAR" returned Miss Bidwell.
''In fact, it will be rather nice for you. )"
"But stepfatherl Oh, it was too
bad of mammal" reiterated Mile.
IT 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. "His name is
Macintosh, and he's Scotch. Then he'll
have red whiskers and a strong accent.
All Scotohmen do, don't theyp 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 jolly time. Fancy going ON a
honeymoon trip with ones own moth
eri"
"Where are you to join them?" asked
Ethel.
"Next Thursday at the Hotel st.
Moscow-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 Millie,
and when her friend saw her off to
Paris on the following Thursday Miss
Warwick still declined to be comforted.
"Please take me up to Mrs. Macin-
tosh's rooms" said Millie when she
arrived at the Hotel ST. Moscow.
The garcon, bold son Of Peckham,
scratched his head
"Missis Macintosh, did you say.
miss?'
eyes, Mrs. Macintosh. l 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 90 years of age, irreproach-
ably garbed, 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 affectionate. I shall
thus let him know that, while do not
wish to cause any unpleasantness,
shall go my own way and he will go
his"
However. Miles plan of campaign
collapsed like bubble.
When Mr.. Macintosh rose from his
chair, Millie collected herself with an
effort, and, advancing, held out little
gloved paw.
''How do you do. Mr.. Macintosh9'
she said.
''Thank you," he replied, after mo-
ment's hesitation, II am very WE'LL"
Then, as Millie continued standing, he
added, handing her 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 a minutes
duration.
"Oh, / see." replied Mr.. Macintosh.
Then an appalling idea flashed
through her brain. Her mother and
Mr.. Macintosh had discovered their
mistake already In one short week
they had fallen out. They even trav-
eled separately. Doubtless he had mar
ried her for her money, and her mother
had discovered this.
II had better not say too much about
mamma until I know exactly how the
land lies, Mile decided. II may only
aggravate their differences.
After long and awkward pause, Mr..
Macintosh suggested that perhaps she
might like to look at the English illus
trated papers while she was waiting.