The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1909-06-05

Itricia Puritan treed by cow
Heavens! it might even travel back
| to Baltimore, and perhaps some re.
porter with a misguided sense OF
| humor, would seize upon it and after
seasoning the story with the vivid
Imagination which some reporters
possess, serve it up to the public un-
| der scare headlines, as the latest
adventure of one of the Baltimore so
fciety leaders. or ii ] didn't call for
help and pasSerby saw me sitting
| iri dignified position in the top of
the apple tree, he would wonder if
were lunatic or if it was merely a
fad of mine, since he would be un-
able to see the cause of my trouble,
that wretched bovine below, and that
would be as ridiculous story as the
first. Clearly. metaphorically speak
ing, l was between the devil and
the deep blue sea-
However, l decided that it would
be best to wait a little while and see
if the COW would leave, and then
could escape from ridiculous situa-
ton without anyone being the wiser,
but the creature was obstinate, and
the afternoon wore away with me
still in the tree top. | commenced
TO feel frightened. Suppose l should
be compelled to stay there all night.
How | wished that James woul hap
pen along. No one passed along the
roadway until nearly sundown when
heard from afar the chug-chug of a
motor. 1t came very slowly as if it
were on the verge of abreakdown. 1t
held only one occupant, young man
of perhaps thirty, and decided to
call to him for help.
When he heard me he stopped the
auto, climbed the stone wall and
brandished a club at the COW who de-
cided that it would be better to seek
other grazing grounds. Then after
assisting me down he listened to my
story with a very serious face, albeit
there was decidedly a merry twinkle
in his eye.
OF course, / did not mention my
identity, but thanked him for the
assistance rendered.
After | finished he said, Gould
you tell me how far | am from La
played out, and l am in hopes that
my destination is not many miles far
ther''
Then it flashed over me all at
once that this man was surely Mr..
Philip Edwards, whom James had in
vited,so l told him that l was James
sister, and that we were very near
the end of his journey. He insisted
on my accompanying him to the
house in the auto, and when | de-
murred, limited darkly of raging cows
hidden in ambush, at which we both
burst out laughing, and without more
ado, | allowed him to assist me over
the atile and into the auto. James
was the picture of amazement when
he spied us coming up the driveway,
and l must say that Mr.. Edwards ex-
planned our meeting very nicely with
out alluding to the cew episode. /
was thankful for that for l knew that
if James got hold of it, | would never
hear the end of it.
After dinner father requested me
to go to the conservatory for the
purpose of seeing a new orchid that
had arrived during the afternoon. We
went together but father was soon
called away, and while l was waiting
for him to return who should enter
but Lord Tiddlewinks. | turned to
leave Immediately but before | was
able to Lord T. had placed himself
in front of me and in his prim pre-
else manner asked me to marry him.
forget just what l told him, but as
ne learned the import of my words,
and kew that | was acquainted with
his mean. low scheme, he turned
purple with rage He said never
word in defense of himself or his
conduct but turned and left the
conservatory and that is the last /
saw of Lord Tiddlewinks. He left
Immediately, and when l explained
every thing, later, to mamma and
papa, they both agreed that it was
a good riddance of bad rubbish.
Mr.. Edwards is going to spend two
weeks with us and we are all glad
that he came, he seems to be SO
gentlemanly and entertaining; such
a contrast to Lord T. l am not SO
sure after all that Miss Patricia +.
will remain a spinster, it all depends
but oh, dear, what's The use OF
writing such nonsense.
| demanded a promise from from
mother to never tell, and then re-
lated the COW adventure. How she
did laugh, but she only SAID, FER
haps, after all, Patricia, it WASH as
unromantic as you seem to think
| wonder what she meant!
FRANCIS ST. JOHN,
Bay st. Louis, Miss, June 2, 1909,