Virginia gazette. [volume] (Williamsburg, Va.) 1893-192?, 1897-08-28


standing that I am to be the only
boarder.
Il See" said Miss Milfoil. "And i
am in the way"
Mr.. McCorkindale was ominously
silent.
But" said Matte. with an engag
ing smile. IF 1 promise to be very 1
quiet. and TO refrain from annoying I
You in any manner Whatsoever"
LIT would make no difference" said |
Mr.. McCorkindale. II object TO
young women"
But" cried indignant Matte,
suppose were 81 object 70 middle
aged gentlemen on no better pre,e1tf"
You are perfectly welcome TO do
So" said Mr.. Corkindale, stifiy.
You see. I am an old bachelor.
"And l am an old maidr' pleaded
Matte
1T makes 40 dinereDce-no oiifer-
ence at ALL" SAID Mr.. McCorkindale.
Il am sorry to disapPoint you, Mrs.
Sweetclover, bnt-'
Stop said Matte. resoiutely.
Mrs. Sweetclover, II either Of your
/ boarders leaves Won. II Is /. l came
+ last. and l occupy the least remunera-
tive room. Will take my departure
on the noon-train tomorrow.
And Matte went hack 10 her room
and cried a little: for she had become
very fond Of her pretty little room
already.
AT al events" said Matte 20 her
self. L will get Up before daylight to-
J lart.
swim IN the SUR: 80
She supposed, when she came out
the next day. in her dars-blue bathing
suit and the coarse straw hat tied
down over her eyes. that she would
have the coast clear. But she was
mistaken. Mr.. NcCorkindale was
padding, like giant purpose. n 4
suit OF scarlet nnl gray. among the
waves. He had always wanted 70 learn
70 swim, and here was a most eligible
opportunity.
"He don't see me. said Matte, tC
herself. as sd crept cautiously down
in the shade N tae rocks. III b,
did. / suppose he would issue a pro
,laraation that the whole seashore he
lonced 20 him. But / hope there L
room enough for Us both Ia the Allan
tic Ocean.
And Miss Miifoil struck out scicn
b titcally, gliding through the waves
like a new variety Of fish. with dark
re- blue scales. and straightway forgo
all about the troublesome old bach
elor
Its very strange" said Mr.. Nc
Z Corkindale, revolving around an
around. like steam paddle-wheeI
. a log floats. but / cant seem {
manage il without the help Of N
- ar.-s aud legs. I've always under
e stood that swimming was a very cas-
e business. but-Pouf-ah- h-whust-
= sh-shl Help help Pouf-f-fl II
e drowning The undertow Is carryin
e me out. and l can't help myself
Whush-sh, Oh, all help, he-e-e-elp
l. And Mr.. McCorkindAle's voice To-
r itself in a bubbling cry. while the de'
old fisherman upon the shore went d
J. whistling AID mending his net, az
re the solitary individual. who was picl
Ing no shells with his back toward q
7 surf. never dreamed bat that the sto'
p gentleman was diving for his ov
-, amusement
IN But Matte Milfoil. cieaving IA
II way steadily through the waves. pc
ceived IL moment that somethii
g was wrong.
Mrs. Sweetclover tainted away wh'
r. they laid the boarder on pile
blankets on her kitchen floor.
an She was one OF those nervous ladi
Il who always faint away at the les
a provocation.
IN Bst Matte had all her senses abo
be her: and, thanks 10 her courage a
presence IF mind, Mr.. McCorkindal
life was saved.
:. What Is that rafting on the stairs
IL he feebly inquired, as he sat up, I
p next day, in an easy-chair, with a Ct
* ious sensation, as if gigantic bumb
~ bee were buzzing in his head, a
q cataracts pouring through his ears.
Its Miss MiffOi's trunk goi
away, said Mrs. Sweetclover, Will
- sniff OF regret
a. Tell her not to 60" said Mr..
- CorkindAle.
o"- Sir said Mrs. Sweetclover.
~ "Do you think I'm going TO Il
the woman who saved my life out
- dOors?" pulled Mr.. McCorkindale.
3Au ssBut Thought You objected 10