Frostburg mining journal., 1899-12-16
FROsrBURG, MD, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1899.

body home Let's cone il ana wait for
them.
"All right, was the reply in Jack s
bass tones. "Naybc its not the proper
thing, hut we might as Wel risk it, ="
And we heard The door clrse as onr Wis
itors entered "nd took possession Of our
apartment
1t was too ridiculous I'd have had
TO laugh if our lives had been at stake
and in spite Of the imminent danger of
discovery in this mortifyiHg plight |
stuffed all of Il sofa pillow that would
90 into my mouth and shook till my
sides aChcd
1t was the expression on Margery's
face that recalled me to myself ut last
CHANGING to glance up from behind Il
corner Of the cushion was trying to
swallow, | caught her listening with
strained attention to something that
was being said on the other side of the
screen, with every bit OF color gone out
of her face and a look in her eyes I'd
pever seen there before
"Yes, Jack was saying, ''if they
don't hurry I'll have to 20 without
saying goodby My train leaves at :.
and I've lots to do. -
Ned lighted his pipe before he re,
piled Dear Ned | believe be would
smoke in heaven if Peter didn't take
the precantion to search him before he
let him in
81 guess it'll surprise them some,
lie remarked at last. ESPECIALLY when
they hear you're never coming back. -"
l nudged Margery violently at this,
but she didn look at me-the minx-
and then Jack went On dOlefully
ooh, they wont care very much,
I'm afraid
"Of course they will, protested Ned,
putting away "And | will anyway
Must You 90, old boyI"
"Well, it's this way, Ned As long
as | hoped that Nargery might care for
me l wouldn't give in to ny uncle's
proposition that should marry his
ward, Miss Wilson, and become his
heir, but DOW that I'm satisfied | have
no chance with the girl | love, might
as well marry the other one and please
the old man, suppose I'll be miser-
able anyway. And Jack ncaved such
sigh that the big paper screen waved
about till it threatened to come down
upon our heads.
gave Mortified look at Margery
but her hair had fallen over her face,
and | could only see one little hand
clincbcd tiercely as if she had a pain
somewhere. | reached dumbly over and
tried to take the little hand, but she
shock me OFF, so | fell to listening again
"Well it's not so bad as it might
be, Ned was saying encouraging!y
81 hear Miss Wilson is beauty"
''She is, said Jack with enthusiasm
And then think of the money, my
boy Most any fellow would envy you
q suppose so, " said Jack drearily
But | must go. Times up. VIII you
say goodby to the girls for me, Ned?
Tell Margery"-
Here Jack choked, and was so busy
catching large, warm tear that was
chasing toward the end of my nose that
| forgot to look at Margery, when, to
my amaZement, little figure in gray
bathrCbe, with cloud of coppery hair
flying after it, bounded right over me,
and as the screen toppled over with
crash, | heard Margery $ voice cry:
ooh, no, Jack, you mustn't gol II
love you, jack"
| had confused vision of Jack seiz-
ing the little figure in his arms, and
then ! started to run | don t look so
pretty with my hair wet as Margery
does. But somehow when | got to the
door | met Ned, and as l looked up
wrathfully something | saw in his eye
made me stop short.
Med Tucker" | exclaimed, "you
knew we were there all the timer
"Well, he said, not a whit ashamed,
"if you will leave the ventilating shaft
OPEN
"You wretch!' | cried, and then
something else struck me- And the
uncle, - | gasped, land the beautiful
Miss Wilson
care about as real" said Master
Ned, 'as rainbow. Edgar Temple
Field in Chicago Herald.