Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1899-07-13
Saint Iafg's Beacon.
a FORTUNATE MISTAKE.


Nov, remember, love, to be sure
and be ct the station in time.
a. the train stops bat moment.
Wear something large and dark to
concesl yeur figure and keep Jour
veil drawn closely over your face.
Don't speak; some one may be near
who win recognize your voice. Let
just q corner Of your handkerchief
be visible and ! shall recognize you.'
Old DIR. Hswley got ont Of the
cars at Middleton, where he was ex-
pecting to meet bis Cousin Toms
widow, that he he had not seen for
ten years or more.
The doctor was . widower Of some
years standing, and. his sister hav-l
ing just died, be calculated On hsv-
ing the old lady keep house Cor him,
il everything suited.
IL was getting dusk, and, put
ting on his spectacles, he peered
carefully around for the object Of
his search.
That's her, he muttered, ~ he
caught glimpse Of figure 30 muf-
fed mp in Q waterproof and hood
that nothing else could be clearly
discerned but that it was o woman.
Polly Muggins oil over Afraid
as ever Of all male creations and 90
fearful Of showing her face a. when
she was in her teens ! But there
amt no time to lose.'
The train came laundering mp
to the depot, and, drawing the muf-
fed figures arm in his, which
seemed to make no resistance, the
two got on.
They had scarcely disappeared
when Philip Ainslie came hurrying
up.
He looked around with Q disap.
pointed air, and then, perceiving Q
female figure enveloped in o large
cloak and closely yelled, his face
frightened.
As his eve caught the gleam Of o
handkerchief, he eagerly approach
ed.
my own darling T. hewhispered,
stretching ont one hand to relieve
her Of her travelling bag and with
the other drawing her arm in his.
i vas afraid you had disappointed
me. This way. We have no time
TO lose.'
Instantly the arm, was tw;tched
away from his with o force that
nearly sent him over backward.
sYour darling, indeed Z said o
sharp, wiry voice, that sent q thrill
Of terror to his soul. what do 70
mean BY such impotence, ye sassy,
good fur nuthin jack-a-dandy?'
The speaker had thrown back her
veil, revealing to Ainslie's Mortified
gaze face as unlike that Of sweet
Jennie Armstrong 90 it 10 possible
to conceive.
81 beg ten Thousand pardons,
ma'am. It's all Q mistake. T.
yes, an should ruther think il
was mistake 7 was the wrathful
rejoinder. tAn it's q mistake that
ye hadn't better make ag'in-not
with me. Coin to steal my ridi.
Guile, wasn't ye p
The old lady gave closer look
at the object Of her wrath.
Why. bless me I II it ain't Phil
Ainslie, whose father lived next
door to me On who left his own Law.
fnl married pardner an ran away
with old Atkins wife. Oh. ye
needn't look so strange, ye deceit
ful, two-faced, smooth-tongued vll.
yum. l know yer
A crowd had now begun to gather
around, aud, without q word Of de-
fense CT denial, the discomfitted
man skunk away.
In the meantime the cars contain.
ing DR.. Hawley aud his companion
started on.
As the doctor conducted his ward
to seat he noticed, with some sur-
prise, the tremor that shook her
frame.
Il hope l didn't keep you wait
ing long. ma'am,' he said as he pre-
pared to take q 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 establishment.
Dear, dear p she cried, wiring
ing her hands. what shall do |?