Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1909-03-11
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tFeSS weasel neFeeU. lt Is mt
should give my reader some percep-
ton of the exterior Of the hostess.
as a woman OF undou bted impression
and consideration with tie towls-
people. Being now in her best at
tire, which was evidently put on
with a careful eye 70 effect, ! may
take occasion TO say that one might
suspect her Of Consciousness of
some deficiency OF height. as well as
of m undue breadth of figure. both
which imperfections she bad stud
led TO conceal. She wore a high
conical hat Of graen silk. garnishsd
with a band OF pink ribbon which
was set on by indentation or teeth
wise. and gathered In front into a
spirited cluster Of kposs. Her jack
ct. with long tight saaaves, Was also
OF green silk. sdapSl closely 10 her
shape. now brolghs into its smallest
compass bv the aid OF STAYS, and
was trimmed in the same manner as
the hat. A full scarlet petticoat
reached within a span of her an kles,
ard d disclosed buxom, well-formed
leg in brown stocking with fiaShy
clocks Of Tricky embossed crimson,
and foot. of which the owner had
reason 10 be proud neatly pinched
into a green shoe with a tottering
high heel. Her black hair hung in
plaits down her back; and her coun-
tenance-distipguished by a dark
waggish eye, a clear complexion,
aud a turned-up nose, to which
might he added a neck both fat and
fair, half concealed by a loose kerr
chief-radiated with an expression
partly wicked and partly charitable,
but in every .ireament denoting de-
termination and constancy OF pur.
pose. This air OF careless boldness
was no: little heightened by the
absence of all defence to her brow
from the narrow rim of the hat and
the height at which ID was elevated
above her features.
The din Of the tap. room vas hush.
ed into momentary silence as soon
as this notable figure appeared on
the threshold. s.
Heaven help these thirsty. roy
stering menl' She exclaimed. as she
paused an instant at The door and
surveyed the group within. "They
are sill at il as greedily as IL they
had just cons ous Of dry lenti
From sunrise till noon, and from
noon till night, il is all the same
drink, drink. drink Have We news
of Master Cocklescrift?-I would
that the Olive Branch were come
and gone. that / might sit under q
quiet roof againi-t1ere is nothing
but riot and reeling from the time
the skipper is expected in the port
until he leaves it,.
True enough, jolly aueeni" said
Ralph Hay wood, a young inland
planter, taking the hand of the merry
landlady as she struggled by him
on her way to the bar-"what, in
good earnest, has become of Cookies
craft? This is the second day we
waited for him. | half suspect you,
mistress, of trick to gather good
fellows about you. by setting up
false report of the Olive Branch.
Thou art lying varlet, Ralph,
quickly responded the dame: you
yourself came jogging hither with
the story that Cocklescraft was seen
two days ago, beating off the Kappa
hammock i play q trick on you.
truly! You must think have need
of custom, to bring in a troop of
swilling pumpkins from the country
who would eat and drink out the
character Of any reputable house in
the hundred, without so much as
one doit of profit. You have my
free leave to tramp it back again to
Providence, Ralph Haywood. when
ever you have mind"
Nay, now you quarrel with an
old friend. Mistress Dorothy"
Take your hand of my shoulder,
Ralph. you coaxing villainl-Ha, ha,
| warrant you get naught but vine
gar from me, for your treacle But
come--you are a good child, and
shall have Of the best in this house:
i would only warn you to call for
it mannerly, Master Ralph"
Our dame is woman of mettle, {"
said another OF the company, as the
landlady escaped from the planter
and took her station behind the bar.
What has become of that man
Weasel2" she inquired somewhat
petulautly. The man | am sure
has been abroad ever since left the
housel He is of no more value than
cracked pot;-he would see me
work myself as thin as a broom
handle before DE would think OF
turning himself round"
"Garres is now upon the quay,
replied one of the customers;-''I
saw him but a moment since with
Arnold the Ranger.
With some idle stroller,-you
may be sure of thatl' Interrupted
the hostess:-never at his place, If
the whole house should go dry as
Cuthbert's spring at midsummer.
Call him TO me. il you please. Mas.
ter rShortgrass-Mi Michael Curtis, that
wench Matty Scamper has something
TO do besides listen TO your claver
eriugs! Matty, begone to the kitch-
en-; these country cattle will want
their suppers preseutly.-Oh, Willy,
Willy O. the Flatsl-for the sake Of
ones ears. in mercy, stop that ever
lasting twangle Of your old fiddlel
1t would disgrace the patience of
any Christian woman in the world
10 abide in the midst OF all this up.
roar!-Nay then, come for rward, old
crony--I would not offend you. she
said in a milder tone TO the fiddler.
Here is cup of ale, aud Matty
will give you your supper tonight.
l have danced too often to your music
m danv vou a eounsort.--sO dr;nLas