Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1898-03-04

she has no charm Of maaner-poor,
dear, little Unar'
Junius Haven laughed little when
the younger Mi Jocelyn's defiant
message was brought to him.
"she neel not be ala med" he
said. "fhere Is no sort OF probability
that we shall be brought into contact
with each other.
But Man proposes and God dis
poses, says the sparkling little prov
erb, aud the week was not ont before
Mr.. Junius Haven, strolling among
the picturesque woods, found himself
in ruined saw mill, where tall, sweet
fern bushes grew through the yawning
crevices of the morldering hoor, aud
sunbeans sifted like misty lines OF
gold between the cracks IN the roof
above.
There must be view from that
peak, said Haven to himse I; and
springing mp slight ladder, which
reared itself from beam to beam, he
picked his way across the perilous
flooring to the window, which looked
ont over a breezy stretch of vale aud
upland, where the blue windings of q
river flashed in the sunshine, and the
undulstions OF distant mountain
chain seemed to close up the horizon
with its purple gateways.
As he stood there, feastiug his eyes
upon the pro pect, slightno below
attracted his ear; he hurried to the
edge Of the floor only in time to dis
cover that the ladder, his sole means
of escape, was walking of upon the
shog,.e of stout, silver haired old
man, who whistlel cheerfully as he
went.
''Halloar' shouted Junius. "Hold
on there, my mani Where are you
going with that ladder?"
No answer-no response of any ma
ture.
"ls the man deaf?" cried Junius, in
a sort OF frenzy.
Tha. was precisely what old Hans
DiefeDdorf was. As deaf as the pro
verbal post.
Pretty Una Jocelyn was waiting fol
hin on the edge of the ruins, holding
tNp one pretty finger.
"Hush, Hansr' said she. 'fDon'
you hear some one calling?"
''Me not hear noting" said olt
Haus, whose dull ears could catcl
Una's clear, sweet voice, when all tn
shouting of the farm hands was inau
dible to him. 1T must be de cat
birds or some one who shoots squir
rels in de glen, may happen"
no." said Una, crisply; sit is
voice calling, Stay here, Hans, unit
| come back.
Hans stood still, contentedly, witt
the ladder on his back, while his youn
mistress hurried up the steep bank 2
fast as she could.
'Who is it?" she cried, in q
sweet and shrill as thrush'a y 4
"lt is Il" responded NJ W
Haven. plaintively. II eliza bei
here, and now some one Aes Ike
ladder away, and I ca2 Isl Oac
Una stood there, tall 114l che
with her hands cla<|1|| chin
back and the wind Blown 4 lpr
nut curls about, while i4i<<] hi,
light scintillated under IT. l54 7,
eyelashe'. In
''Oh," said she, 81 underszaa<I
are Mr.. Haven?"
sand you are Miss Una Jocelyn4
said he, coloring and biting his lip
.'Exactly,p responded the girl
"And here is an excelle ! opportunit'
forime to beavenged. You have calle'
me al Anzoa, farm boys assistan
all manner of names, and you are a
my mercy now. -
"Tes," confessed Mr. Haven, peni
tently; ''it's all true"
s'Don't you think itwould serve yoI
right" went on Una. severely. ''if
sent old Hans home with the ladder
instead OF recalling him to your assist
ance?"
"Of course it would" said Haven
$50 do /, said Una; "but I meai
to be magnanimeus. Hansl Hansl
Clear and fute-like her voie
sounded down the glen, and old Hans
husky accents replied;
'sYaw, yawl l ish coming"
Una Jocelyn ia the meantime stoo'
looking at Mr.. Haven as coolly as j
he were Sphinx or an obelisk o
some such marvel of the universe. Mr.
Haven regarded her on his part wit
sort of meek propitialion, and whel
at last he had descended and stood o.
the green turf beside his fair rescuer
he held out his hands.
~ hope we are fIiends?" said he
"Oh, certainlyl'
Bnt she made no motion to take tn
extended palm.
"Won't you shake hands with me-?
he asked, in some discontinue.
81 didn't suppose you cared !
shake hands with regular Am zon,
said Miss Una, slrcastically.
'.It was a foolish speech, y said Ha
ven, vehemently, ''and I've been sorr
for it a score Of times since it wa
sEokent"
Una turned to him with a smil
that Illuminated her piqnant face.
Tn that case it shall be forgotten,
said she. ''And Tn very glad tina
old Hans brought the ladder here I
look for my poll-parrot that has bee
lost these two days"
Il wonder if 1 couldn't help fin
it?' said Mr.. Haven, eagerly.
81 don't know, said Ona, demurely
''You might try"
They did try. The parrot was no
found, for he hal been stolen by
tramp who slept il the Jocelyn bar
two nights before. But Mr.. Have
anil Miss Jocelyn became exeellen
friends in the progress of the quest.
Una forgaye him his ciiy-bred preju
dices, and he began to see thing
through the medium Of her clear an
brilliant eyes. They hal called her
child, but she was such bright, ol-if
/ inai sort Of childf