The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1897-11-06

ave room. / Will TAKE my ooP@A'"A~
on the noon train tomorrow.
And Matte went back to her room
and cried little; for she had become
very fond of her pretty little room
already.
"At all events" said Matte to her.
self, ST will get up before daylight to,
morrow morning, and have one good
swim in the surf.
She supposed, when she came out
the next day, in her dark-blue bathing,
suit and the coarse straw hat tied
down over her eyes, that she wonio
have the coast clear. But she was
mistaken. Mr.. McCorkindale was
padding, like giant purpose, in
suit of scarlet and gray, among the
waves. He had always wanted TO learn
to swim, and here was a most ellglole
opportunity. .,. !,
"He don't see me-" said Matte, to
herself, as sh crept cautiously down
in the shadox, of the rocks. "f NJ
did, suppose he would issue pro
clamation that the whole seashore ce'
longed to him. But I hope there II
room enough for us both In the Allan
tic Ocean,
And Miss Milfoil struck out scien'
tifically. gliding through the waves
like a new variety of fish, with dark
blue scales, and straightway forgot
ali about the troublesome old bach
elor. ar
"It's very strange" said Mr.. Nc,
Corkindale, revolving around ano
around, like steam paddle-wheel,
ga log floats, but 7 can't seem to
manage it without the help OF my
arms and legs. I've always under
stood that swimming was very easy
business. MISUNDERSTANDING
sh-sh! Helpl help! Pouf-f-fl I'm
drowning! The undertow is carrying
me out, and I can't help myseifii
Whush-sh! Oh! ah! help! he-e-e-elp!'
i And Mr.. McCorkindale's voice los,
itselfin bubbling cry, while the deal
old fisherman upon the shore went OF
whistling and mending his net, and
!. the solitary individual, who was pick
ing up shells with his back toward thu
surf. never dreamed but that the stou
gentleman was diving for his owl
u, amusement.
But Matte Milfoil, cleaving he
. way steadily through the waves, per
ceiyed in a moment that something
a was wrong.
= Mrs. Sweetclover tainted away whel
they laid the boarder on pile 9
blankets on her kitchen floor.
She was one of those nervous ladie
who always faint away at the lea:
l. provocation.
Bst Matte had all her senses abou
. her: and, thanks to her. courage an
, presence of mind, Mr.. Understandable
!. life was saved.
= ssWhat is that rafting on the stairs.
y he feebly inquired, IS he sat up, I'll
r. next day, in an easyAchair, with Gu
" ious sensation, as if a gigantic bumbl
:. bee were buzzing in his head, oil
% cataracts pouring through his ears.
. "It's Miss MilfoiPs trunk goir
y awav.n said Mrs. Sweetclover, with
:, sniff of regret.
~ sarell her not to co." said Mr.. NJ
. Corkindale.
a "Sirp' said Mrs. Sweetclover.
W W "Do you think I'm going to tu
'o the woman who saved my life out
doors?" puffed Mr.. McCorkindale.
:. ssBut [ thought you objected to "
y, men," said Matte sscheerful voice oil
e side the door.
- sI've changed mylmind,s said n
~ McCorkindale, withsa futtering Sc
~ blance of smile. "a man is ne'
= too old to learn. And I.mean toies
80 to swim next week, if you will tea
49, me-"
he He did learn. Miss Milfoil. taus
nm him. And the old bachelor and
old maid spent their month atithe
Us side, to use Mrs, Sweetclover' slexpr
sion, eas quiet asNtwo lambs"
aid "I DECLARE" Mr. MeCorkindalesp
siyely observed, on the afternoon
in fore his term was up, 81 shall beiv
On lonely after I leave here!'
"You'n be going back to thetc
aid YOU know" cheerfullyl observed y
Milfoil. -
ron "But I shall miss your. said
hat bachelor.
"Nonsense!" said Matte.
fro ST wonder if you win miss m
said Mr.. McCorkindale.
aed "Well-a little," owned Miss
her foil.
,aid Mattie?" abruptly demanded Mr.
her Corkindale.
Every often,y' she answered, CALI
,rk- "And how is itlythat you never
married."
Mil Matte laughed.
on because I never found the T
s in one," she said. :.
and 'Just my reason, exactlyI'
man Mr.. McCorkindale. "But l thu
have found her at last--and iSs
Mil Mattel
49, rs itg'' said Miss Milfoil, colo
kin and smiling.
AGED s'Don't you think, if you wei
der try me, I might suit you-as
only band?" he asked, persuasiveiy.
sI don't know" whispered Ms
nd "Try metz said Mr.. McCorkin
taking her hand in his; and she
,usly not draw it away.
How brief time will sonnet
,oao- suffice to turn the current OF q
yery timei That month at Seafoam L