Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1908-12-29
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Most unmarried dukes do"
81 don't know, I'm sure. Really, ]
think"-
Excuse me. You're going to stay
with Mrs. Stuyvesant-Kno1. I believe.
Will you make lengthy visit?"
81 DON'T
"You must have met one or two Of
our smartest young men on board.
What do you think Of them as com.
pared with Englishmen"
Long before this had made up my
mind that he couldn't have anything
to do with the customs or II he did
that 1t was no wonder Mrs. Ess Kay
had been driven to swearing in the
saloon. I was glad now that his nose
was bleeding, and l turned my back
upon him, because 1t was the most
emphatic gesture l could think Of.
But rs faced round the other way,
wondering If my luggage would ever
come, another man pushed through the
"B's" who had got their boxes and al.
most bounded into foot Of unoccu-
pied space in front of me.
LADY Bulkeley" he shot at me, like
history repeating itself. only he pro.
nounced me as If my name were found.
ed on my size and weight.
This time l did not answer. l sim
ply stood at bay and stared, trying to
look as much like mother as possible
But the new man didn't seem to mind
this in the least, SO apparently my ef.
fort was not success.
"I'm the Evening Bat" he remarked
hurriedly. with an mir Of yaluing his
time at so much second.
was sorry he was bat. for I've
always been fond of bats, they are
such soft, gray, velvet things; and
should have liked to tell him that he
was much more like chicken hawk,
only that would have been vulgar;
and, besides, didn't intend to pose as
chicken to his hawk. By way Of not
letting myself be gobbled up, re-
mained silent: but couldn't help
starting when q voice behind me ex.
claimed: "Ah, there, my chappie.
You're welcome to the milk. I've
SKINNED OF the cream. Ia, ta."
1t was the Flashlight flashing at the
Evening Bat.
The creature was not blinded, how
ever. He seemed difficult to discon-
cert. The only response he made was
to grin and pus.. his hat little farther
back on his hcai. An inch more and
1t must have slid down over his collar
which was so low in the neck In
front that it gave me the creeps.
"There's plenty Of milk and roses,
too, guess" said he, staring in such
way that | blushed and was veXed
with myself for blushing I peered
anxiously about hoping to see face
knew, even ever so slightly. which
might be summoned to the rescue.
But all the BIS" were passionately
minding their own business, and while
was wishing that Mr. Doremus be-
gan with "B" instead of a I'D" !
caught the eyes of man looking
straight at me. The very incest eyes,
and with an expression in them that
filled me with joy!
They said, "Do let me- come and get
rid of that fellow for you" and mine
said: "Yes-yes-yes. Please come at
once"
So the eyes came. without waiting
for more, and 1t was the hero of the
steerage who brought them. That was
the reason I'd telegraphed Eyes. yes"
for thought, HE saved little boy.
why shouldn't trust him. without an
introduction. to save meT
"Look here" said the bronze man to
the Evening Eat. I've got just five
minutes to spare. You can have them
If you like"
The Evening Bat looked at him.
Grossly at first, then his sharp little
face seemed turning into point OF
admiration. "By Jehosaphat!" he
calculated. Homemade goods will
get the preference over British this
time, duty or no duty"
couldn't think what either Of them
meant, though at first was afraid my
man intended the other TO understand
that the five minutes would be devoted
to knocking him down, or something
else violent, as punishment for i'm
ta lnfnnSalncs fnrpiDnpr
But my mind was almost instantly re-
lieved, for the two men walked of to-
gether quite amicably and stood talk
ing at distance.
A moment later one Of my boxes
went by, looking very fat and friendly.
on the shoulders Of porter who ap.
parently had no head. | rushed out
and seized it-not the head, but the
box; so there was something encour'
aging, but had two pieces Of luggage
to wait for still.
Most of the other "B's" were more
fortunate about getting their things:
nevertheless they seemed far from
easy in their minds, and. though they
protested almost tearfully that they'd
nothing whatever to declare, stern per-
sons In uniform stirred up their boxes
as | used to do with the nursery pud-
ding when all the plums had sunk to
the bottom.
I was very tired and very hot, hotter
than I'd supposed people could be, ex'
cept in Turkish bath, and was De
ginning to be hungry, too, for I'd lunch
ed principally off the statue of Liber'
ty and skyscrapers, which were more
filling than lasting as a meal.
| famed myself with my handker'
chief as well as l could and felt sure
was slowly getting appendicitis, be-
cause whenever Americans feel uncom-
Portable In any way 1t seems almost
certain to turn eventually into that.
urobably on account Of the climate.
Would my other boxes never come?
thought. Most Of the "B's" were going
home. They had homes, lucky people,
and If they liked they could presently
have tea.
World without tea,
All me!
When was small and my nurse
talked on Sundays about heaven and
hell, making the one sound incredibly
dull, the other incredibly painful,
used to think that I'd rather 60 to
neither, but just be stuffed. like moth
er's Blenheim. Beau Brummel. whose
soul fancied had leave to stop In his
body so long as moth and rust did not
corrupt. He seemed rather out OF