The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1898-10-07

tihdl'S. iiNi IItiot
comes to London, she will alter Good
afternoon sir, good afternoon. Would
| look you up something else at the
Museum? Certainly, Sir, with pleas
nrc. My engagements admit Ofa good
deal of leisure just now. Perhaps you
will allow me to bring my wife to call
upon YOU, sir? You might exercise a
softenin- modifying influence on
her
IL allowed him to bring her, think
ing | might persuade her to be Il little
kinder to the poor old man. His wife
proved to be Il rigid-looking female. at
tired in rusty black. who carried a
bulgy umbrella She honored me with
stony glare, while | endeavored to
open a conversation about the weather.
'''Wot are yer Goin ter do fer him?'
she asked, opening her mouth, and ex-
haling a mingled o'lor of peppermint
and brandy ut th" same time 'Wot
are yer 9o;n tel uu irr hil.!
My dear madam | calculated.
"Wot are yer goin ter do fer hi:n?'
she repeated for the third time. with
an emphatic thump of the umbrella on
the floor.
"'All in my power, replied, ncttled
10y her uncompromising manner.
NV Wot-are-yer-goin -ter-du-
ftr-him?'' she repeated. with stony
emphasis.
on must excuse her manner, sir
interrupted the poor old man. She
has not that reposc-
"lah!' said the stony-eyed individ-
uai, bringing her umbrella down on the
floor with resounding thump. Yah!
He's (pointing to her husband) "A mad
'un, and you're (pointing to me) "a
bad 'un;' with which rythmcal remark
she caught him by the shoulder, and
gave the poor old fellow a push which
sent him flying out of the office door,
His head timidly reappeared:
al assure you, SIR he began, this
momentary obliviousness on my w;fe's
part is most
a bony arm jerked him back into
the passage, and he disappeared. l
never saw either of them again"
81 wish had been there" said our
hostess; 81 would have helped him.
But your recollcctions are not all as
dismal as these, | trust?"
"Oh, no, there was little Johnny's
leg"
Little Johnny's leg?'
handsome mother, who did not look
more than twenty. She held out
piece of MS. tied with blue ribbon, and
said something about being anxious to
make money on account Of little
Johnny's leg. Then she bashfully
went away, leaving a sense of glorious
womanhood in the office. The next
time she came had not read the story,
and tenderly inquired after ETH.
Johnny's leg in order to keep the con-
versation in that direction. This hap
pened three times (she Gale every
day., until on the fourth occasion she
rose with flashing eyes and denounced
me with emphasis.
"'Bother little Jolnny's legr she
said, fiercely.
"'But, my dear madam, isn't it
rather unnatural to treat your own
child in such way?' | suggested.
my child!' she almost shrieked
Then, with sudden calm, Would you
have the goodness to open that MS,
and read my nam. and the title of the
story?'
81 turned to tn. NJ 5, opened it, and
found, to my horror
"LITTLE JOHNNY'S LEG
''BY MISS LAURA ANGMERING.
"'LittIe Johnny's Leg appeared un-
der another title, and the girl now
makes lots OF money"
"Authors are di:licalt people, to
manage" suggested some one else.
a well-known one called on me the
other day full of Indignation at a trick
which had been played him by a cab
man the previous afternoon. Rather
than cross the road, he had taken
cab for quarter of mile to the shop
of bookseller, who was accustomed
to supply him with great many books
of reference. Ordering the cabman to
wait, he hastily went into the shop,
and then found that he must come
again the next morning. He returned
to the cabman, gave him shilling,
and told him that he should not want
him any more, and walk ID away in the
opposite direction. The cabman took
the shilling, drove off at foot pace in
the fog, nearly coliding with another
cabman WHO was waiting few yards
lower down. On going into the book
sellers the next morning, my friend
found himself fdebited with haIfa guinea
for cab fare. The bookseller explained
that the cabman had spent half the day
waiting for him. My friends cabman
had driven a few yards down the road,