Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-05-20
A Fortunate
Mistake.

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"Now, remember, love, to be sure and
be at the station in time, as the train
stops but moment Wear something
large and dark to conceal your figure and
keep your veil drawn closely over YOU
face. Don't speak; some one may be neal
who will recognize your voice. Let just 4
Gorner of your handkerchief be visible and
1 shall recognize you"
Old DR.. Hawley got out of the cars al
Middleton, where he was expecting tc
meet his Cousin Tom s widow, that he
hadn't seen for ten years or more.
The doctor was widower of some
years standing, and, his sister having just
died, he calculated ON having the old lady
keep house for him, if everything suited.
1t was growing dusk, and, putting on
his spectacles, he peered carefully around
for the object of his search.
''That's her, y he muttered, as he caught
glimpse of figure so muffled up in a
waterproof and hood that nothing else
could be clearly discerned but that it was
evidently woman. "Polly Muggins ali
over! Afraid as ever of all the male crea-
tions and as fearful of showing her face as
when she was in her teens But there
ain t no time to lose -
| The train came laundering up to the
depot, and, drawing the muffled figure S
arm in his, which seemed to make no re
sistance, the two got on.
They had scarcely disappeared when
| Philip Ainslie came hurrying up.
He looked around with tnfi
air, and then, perceiving female figure
enveloped in a large cloak and closely
yelled, his face frightened
AS his eye caught the gleam of hand
kerchief he eagerly approached.
'"My own darling!" he whispered,
stretching out one hand to relieve her of
her travelling bag and with the other draw
ing her arm in his 81 was afraid you had
disappointed me. This way We have no
time to lose."
Instantly the arm was twitched away
from his with force that nearly sent him
over backward.
Your darling indeed'' said a sharp,
wiry voice, that sent a thrill of terror to
his soul what do We mean by such i'm
pudence, ye sassy, good fur nothin jacka-
dandy?"
revealing to Ainslie's mortified gaze face
as unlike that of sweet Jennie Armstrong
as it is possible to conceive.
IL beg ten thousand pardons ma am
It's all mistake. p
"Yes, an should ruther think it was
mistaker' was the wrathful rejoinder
can it's a mistake that ye hadn't better
make ag'in-not with me. Coin to steal
INV ri6ic,,Ia ,Uac,,;t vo9I,
The old lady gave closer look at the
object of her wrath.
''Why, bless me! If it amt Phil Aims
lie, whose father lived next door to me an
who left his own lawful, married pardner
an run away with old-Atkin's wife Oh,
We needn't look so strange, We deceitful,
two faced, smooth tongued vilyun. l
know vel"
A crowd had now begun to gather
around, and, without word of defense or
denial, the discomfited man skunk away.
In the meantime the cars containing
DR.. Hawley and his companion started on
As the doctor conducted his ward to
seat he noticed, with some surprise, the
tremor that shook her frame.
IL hope didn't keep you waiting long,
ma 'am, - he said as he prepared to take a
seat by her side.
Jennie started at the sound of his voice,
and, throwing back her veil, gave the
doctor look of terror and dismay, who
in his turn stared at her in equal aston
ishment.
dear, dearr' she cried, wringing her
hands. FWhat shall do? Where is Phil
ip? What will he think of me?''
''This is most unlucky blunder,'' said
f1a in, a., ctr
me the name of your friend, and perhaps
1 can find him."
"Ainslie.
"Philip Ainslie?"
Eyes"
innocent, girlish face.
Jennie now began to fear that she had
been too communicative to a stranger and
her cheeks flushed painfully.
"Do-you know him:" she faltered.
Better than wish 1 did. He married
the daughter of a friend, and''-
Jennie's face whitened to the lips.
Married." she cried. 'Philip mar
ried! No, no, it cannot-cannot be!'
DR.. Hawley gazed with a look of grave
pity into the eyes that were lifted with
such piteous entreaty to his.
MY ucttE young lauy, He OcIpetibiy IL
married-in fact. l witnessed the marriage
myself. 1 see how it is; the heartless
scoundrel has deceived you, as he has SO
many Others"
With a faint moan like that of a wound
ed dove, Jennie leaned her head back on
the seat, while bitter tears stole quietly |
from beneath the closed lashes.
The good doctors heart was moved with
compassion.
''There, there, my Child he said, lay
ing his hand gently ON hers. "Don't |
grieve so; think how much worse it might |
have been. God has been very good to
you"
The doctor and Jennie got out at the
next station, taking the next train back,
the former in search of the Widow Mug