A House With A Romance

On a tuugue of wooded land forined by the Gk-be and Goldsborough creeka iu TVibot couuty there is a house with a romantic story. When, iu 1661, Wenlock Chrietisou, the Quaker, was Beieed by a Puntan mub beaded by the Rev. Seaborn Cotton, tried and condenan 1 by CJovernor findioott to die, pardoned by the king and let off with a flogging at the cart's tai] on o bighway, lie found sanctuary in Maryland, where Lord Baltimure granted him asylum on the tongue of land that coola iteelf in the pleasaut waters of bt. Miohael's river - Miles they oall it uow. Here the iudoniitable Quaker abode and prospered, wearing his hat in the presence of governors and magistrales and testifying for "the truth and the liglit" without feai of clubs or cart tails. Thosa easy going easttrn shoromen actually made him a burgess, and lie and bis deBoendanta loug dwelt inpeace in the old brick ma&oi house, of whioh a fragïiH'nt still survivps. In time by lapse of heirs the place foll to the possession of Richard Franco, tlie íamous "lottery king" of Maryland, who built tho turreted villa there and adorncd the ground with fonntains and ■vindin walka, conservatories and garden gods, to the efmsive wonder and admiration of the natives. But Maryland, taking up scruples, set her face against lotttoies, and France for a time ooqnetted with Delaware until Delawaro in like nianner tnrned prudish, and the last we hear of the "lottery king" is that he had died in a debtor's prisoi). Then the garden goda feil ou thoir faces, and tliorns sprang xip and choked them, and all was desolation and respectability. Again the villa waited not in vain, for one day the windows were opened, exposing all the ghastly gaps in their panes, and a 6trange man, untidy and shock headed, pottcred about in the weedy, scedy garden, a grim and churlish reclnsa But negro curiosity, once sharply piqned, is persistent and peuetrating, and forthwith Ethiopia began to gossip about the strange man, how that he was a blacksrnith from Connecticut and au oracle in local political oircles-, onetowhom "Big Six" was a spall to conjure with. And presently the fcsheveled interloper was joined by a bearded and venerable companion, with a head liko a pear, who lurked and waited behind tho close, gates and the screen of shrubbery. Then a furtive yacht at night in St. Michael's river took the bearded rnystery aboard and was off to the bay and tho sea, and the pólice, who went poking about the place a day or two later, looked fooli.sh and asked one another inane conundrums about the cunning flitting of