The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1928-11-16

be back any time now. He rode to
Annapolis"
So poor Busby's message would
never be delivered Relieved of that
sad errand, there was no call for
me to tarry. mumbled something
about being In a desperate hurry. but
she seemed to be possessed even to
the point of unwOmaniness. For she
fairly danced before me, her blue
eyes sparkling with mischief; and
she insisted:
You must come in, mister. You just
must"
why do yeu speak like that?'
whispered. "Why do You call me
mister'?"
And grasped her hands and
gripped them til her grimaee re-
minded me was not handling a red
savage.
"No; m tell you nothing out here
In the road" she cried "a vestry-
man will be rebuking us. Besides It's
not comely that you should hold my
hands. Comet"
released her, and followed her
under the grinnine mask and through
the cool doorway In the hall ! halted
and cautiously seated myself In
spindie-iegged chair. and demanded:
Now tell me-"
"Oh, Webster. Il would be so rO-
mantle If you weren't SO stupidity mat.
ter-Of-fact Why shouldn't call you
'mister'?"
Josephine, the devils In you. Have
YOU anything to say or not?"
rose as If to leave
With sigh al having her game
cut short she primly began:
Il have young ward refugee
from the Braddock rUut She came
here In most scandalous condition
dressed as mani She gave your
name and said you would come TO
find her. She gave me your name.
hut she always speaks of yOu as
mister. How is that for mighty re-
spect?"
"And now? Where is she?" NUT
tered.
why, now she should be in the
garden. gathering pOsies for the table
You see MIR Hewitt bought this place
three days after BraddOck and poor
Busby marched away He was a con
tirined bachelor He lived here alone
until our marriage year ago This
summer Mistress Elsie from the he
ginning would come here to walk in
the garden because II had been your
home, II promised rare scandal.
AIR Hewitt appealed to me In great
alarm | had to marry the poor man
or else Danish the wild thing Now it's
perfectly proper for her to walk in
the garden as much as she will We
lost my interest in you. Webster. You
know the way down the hall?".
An idiotic question. The door. open.
ing into the garden, was the one
mad passed through thousands Of
times In the old days.
you've been good to her, Joseph
me You must have been mighty good
to her. or she would never have
stayed"
Rubbish l couldn't have driven
ner away She was always looking
for mister to come She would hive
made a camp In the rarden AMI lived
like an indian" Then with much sad.
ness she added: ~ hate that word
indian. You understand. Webster
I'm sorry"
Ills last words, Joe." | Numbered,
giving her Busby's message after all
"Go find her." she brokenly
whispered And as made down the
hall saw her hand travelling MP the
Baiustrade. elinging to It tightly 70
mid her weary feet
But sorrow was not for me this
day was seliishIy alive with the
10y of anticipation | burst through
the doorway as Il pursued by Pontiac
himself Next | came TO a plungIng
malt ana found myself bowIne awk.
wardly before a dainty creature In
fiounces and lace
II beg your pardon" stammered.
4 was looking for a young lady"
"0h. misterI You've come back I"
she sobbed. And the armful NJ
bowers was dropped and miracle
was worked: for found the lovely
thing In my arms, her voice whimper.
Ing over and over: "Oh, misterf
You've come hack r.
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