kled Mr. Bowdoin. "No wonder men keep
a separate establishment."

"_James!_" Mrs. Bowdoin swept from the room.

"Don't run upstairs alone; consider the butler's feelings!" called her
unfeeling spouse after her.

"You're too bad, sir," said Harley.

"I'm trying to develop her sense of humor; it's the one thing I always
said I'd have in a wife. Remember it, when you get married. Why the
devil don't you?"

"I have too much sense of humor, sir," said Harley gravely. "What is
that?" For a noise of much shouting was heard from the Common. Both
men rushed to the windows, and saw, surrounded by a maddened crowd, a
small company of federal soldiers marching north.

"What are they saying?" cried Mr. Bowdoin.

Every minute the crowd increased: men and women, well dressed,
sober-looking, crying, "Shame! shame!" and topping by a head the
little squad of undersized soldiers (for the regular army was then
recruited almost entirely from foreigners) who marched hurriedly
forward, with eyes cast straight before and downward, and dressed in
that shabby blue that ten years later was to pour southward in serried
column, all American then, to free those slaves whom now they hunted
down.

"To the Court House! To the Court House!" cried the mob.

"It's that fellow Simms," said Mr. Bowdoin, but was interrupted by
sounds as of a portly person running downstairs; and they saw the
front door fly open and Mrs. Bowdoin run across the street, her
cap-strings streaming in the air.

"By Jove, if Abolitionism can make your grandma run, I'll forgive it a
lot!" cried Mr. Bowdoin.

"Do you know the facts, sir?" suggested Harley.

"No, nor don't want to," said Mr. Bowdoin. "I know that we are
jeopardizing the grandest experiment in free government the world has
ever seen for a few African darkies that we didn't bring here, and
have already made Christians of, and a d----d sight more comfortable
than they ever were at home. But come, let's go over, or I believe
your grandma will be attacking the United States army all by herself!"

But the rescue was made unnecessary by the return of that lady,
panting.

"Now, sir," gasped Mrs. Bowdoin, "I hope you're satisfied, that
foreign Hessians control the laws of Massachusetts!"

"I am always glad to see the flag of my country sustained," said Mr.
Bowdoin dryly; "though we don't fly it from our club."

"I think you misunderstand, sir," ventured Harley. "This Simms is
arrested by the Boston sherif