Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1918-11-05
NUMBER As.

1t reposed on the Hagstone, and was
picked up only after q full hundred
pedestrians had walked over It
And was the name Of the man that
picked 1t up Guy Taylor, who was out
for an evening stroll and ready to meet
his romance half wayi
It wasl He picked It up from force
Of habit, and he started to read 1t
without a jot Of curiosity. When be
had finished his hair.was curling.
Here was romance at last
Hand 1t to the nearest policeman
Not II his true name was DArtaganl
He would make the rescue alone and
unaided, or he would perish trying.
He looked up, and the number +1
stared him In the face. Up the steps
at three hops. The door vas not
locked. Up the stairs, and half way
up he met the landlady. This person
was fat and solid, and weighed 200
pounds. She was not near-sighted.
She saw at a glance that the floor.
walker was a stranger, and as he tried
to elbow her aside she took him by the
neck. In their struggles both rolled
down into the hall, and both shouted
for the police.
The police came. They drew the
fighters apart, and as soon as Mr..
Taylor could get his breath he told his
story and exhibited the note. The
police went bounding upstairs. and he
went bounding after them.
Every room on the upper floor was
searched. No kidnapped maid. They
came across Miss EileeA, Of course,
but she could tell them nothing about
Q prisoner In the house. When the en-.
tire premises had been gone over the
detective In charge Of the search called
all the female boarders together. There
were seven Of them.
Zone Of you wrote this note" he
said. ut was done as joke. but !
must know who did 4 or I'll lock up
the whole batch Of your
Miss Eileen was given away as the
guilty party. Indeed, her face told
the story.
II just did 1t out Of romance" she
sobbed.
'Romancew exclaimed the detective
"Who ever heard of romance In o sec
ond-class boarding-housef You1l not
find much romance at Blackwell'a I'm
thinking
And then he turned to Mr.. Taylor
with: Fall in Chevalier. You for
the coop, tool"
"But-but I picked up the note" he
stammered.
"It's against the lawi"
"And I felt It a duty to rescue the
writer"
"well, the Judge will feel something
or other to be his duty. After this
you'd better let the police do the rescu-
ing act"
At the police station the prisoners
had to identity themselves, and as
neither could get bail at that hour Of
the night they were locked up until
morning on the charge Of disorderly
conduct.
Romance, eh," said his honor the
next morning, after the officer and the
landlady had testified. II didn't Think
there had been any Of that In New
York for the last hundred years. Tay.
lor, how do you think this romance
ought to endr'
"As most Of them do, your honor,
I stand ready to ask for Miss Danvers
heart and hand" was the reply.
"But you can't say that you love
her."
II can two weeks later, II you1l give
me q fair chance"
"Dear me, but never suspected that
floor-walkers had their romanees. II
It is true, I must be lenient with my
first case. Miss Danvers, can q girl
be stenographer and romantic tooT
II am a living example Of It" she
smiled.
II didn't think that romance would
mix with the hen.tracks Of stenogra.
phy, but II 1t does, all right. How
should a romance Of this sort turn ont
happilyT
"You-you might leave that to MI.
Taylor and myself"
II think I will. You are both dis
charged"
His honor was invited to the wed
ding that took place three weeks later
and although he couldn't attend, no
sent flowers and his best wishes.