The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1884-09-02 00:00:00

A TRIP IN THE WEST.

TIER LF.OZIND OF GRIMM STVOT AND

OLD OA D NaTIL-

pioci
The • Pink 'Un' Glattlsms. his extravagant description of
his "nu' in thy West, and Vole vr.k mentions a trill to
Dorchester and Lod Alit.gtvie White Ferro. the article
W 44 " 'mod toy mveral .pocryphal hut amusing inci•
denim West, and with noting to Masao us to tore
the bowsprit homewards hf eleosub• Regis is still pond
enough for um and. 'moreover, Ilastrr wiehos to ere Lord
dlington'e White Firm. Ile rilat-s how the horses, cows,
end ducks are sU whit.; bow only white currant', white
mph. rries, and white coeumbers are grown in the
kitchen garden ; while of 0 arena c•n only be seen
gardenia., sterkair Us. and white roses It sounds quaint,
and w• are Limos' determined to visit the spot. when one
night our minds Sr. grump imago op to &es the White
Farm or die. We are in the rotokinm.room of the
Gloriceeter, when to as enters a &trapper with • truthful
lace, who, on hvarinr us mention the White reaet. Poen
eat from hie recollection& volumes of information thereon.
He Mlle um that the only Sib eaten oath. farm are white-
bolt and *lttitig that lb. only history read is White'.
History of Selhorme ; that the only j-migey allowed to be
followed to White, and he only in white 'ass; that the
favourite soldier le Lob* White, and the only 'gement
sonaidered worthy of the narne—Riemarck's White
Oarsmen That naught but white win. is allowed to he
drunk, that toned peps. are forbidden. ant Us Pink 'T.In
absolutely tabooed; that wh-reae cowards ars &MIAOW In
moat planes, here • white liv-rel man is bonoered, and
to show the white feather remitters' • proof of heroism-
We believe all that this straoger with the truthful fees
tells na, but when be adds that the only fond Lord
Atlantan permits hie labourers lo sing Is • Whitlffill:thil
Clouds Roll By. Jenny, we feel that maybe In his youth
be on. given to ex•giteretion. Anyhow, we are wild to
go. in • whit. heat, to reach the White Fir.m. It le •
hot walk to Cricks!, and the road, when w• have pared
the Gloms...to, 1. somewhat devoid of attrection,
wa are inters.' id In • village called Broadway tUrongb •
tombstone sacred to the memory of

Lou., Pcmi
WI, Wes Mortared by a Patient,
Whiles in the ramotionol his Duty.
'Be Ye also Beady.'
We would fain stop at I.7ovsy. for Imre Come thousands
of Weyntouthiano 14 eat etrawlx rrirn arid we would sat
strawberries, but some clod earns our undying hatred by
it/forming as that it Ii 11.4 the strawberry seadon His .
statement is perfectly correct, and so much the more I
uutuyins. Then we pada Maiden (;astlea which iseohls
Imre Ste rut to go an I see. We don't, beceuse we hear
that the maiden date. from before the Conquett. S
sternly on to l) achestier„ so calls& say the ant querialo
(row Cu WM, n Comp. but they nun it egrellie to the prefix
• ' You will like Dorchester,' wrs.t s oar nobleman, 'it is
a foreign.looking town, with bouleverle: So it is, and
the prettiest, brightest little wintry town we have seen
for many • day. But our nobleman didn't tell us where
we should get heel. Perkasie he thought we she iii Ond
that out ourselver. to 'dm& sue be wee Sahli. Nor dad
he tell us there was an isaishounet, which, when the
Hen, Hint. Start led St to the town is le* be
Galled le Nuser's t.fbnil.of osinisa In leB4 that t
• Napier'. A Great Des! Too ' and would Ilk it
bulk, bat Anne_ the alma woman, doesn't see It. Nor did
he tell se that Hr. Poona keeps an old curiosity shop It
wee well ha did not ; It might have been better if Muter
had not found It, Masker is death on old oak, and
becomes violent!y enamoured of • magaiScently oarred
old soot sointhing like the Nation of • family pew.
&ebbs tiles hard to &mead* him from baring it, think.
lag that if mosey late beeping on • piece of wood there
me himself and nil tier and Stalled On all althWerilke to the
definition. • What will you do with it 1' be sake UMW.
'Your place is crammed already with old oak.' Now
MaMar hue we this to be true, so warily anowerse—• Do
with it / Why, just imagine how well it would look at
the hood of my dining Miele, • perfect seat of honour.
• Yea, with Boni nun, the butler, cluntleg ups ladder
behind and lowering down your plate with • maim' The
bolaht of the seat makes this objection • good one, and
Mahne cheekiest in a corner. Kaaba le not beaten, not
he. Presently smiling, he takes BUNbe by the um, and
leading him up to the plea of furniture, says—' Jut look,
did you elms tee anything more magi's for a tunic
stool I imagine how people could est on that sod play
dude.' I don't know much about music,' says Blob.*
• but I believe it is customary, even when neeplit play
duets, to .it within lone feet of the piano, which titer
certainly couldn't do with them long arms.' Muter I.
done, sad again Webb. beams with pleasure Then
Master runs riot among old furniture, and Blobbe makes
no effort to stop him. 'Where, asks the oourteous Mr.
Pouney. 'shall! lend these things t' 'Oh, never mind,
says Muter, gasing abstractedly round, 'sending them.
well take them with us.' And then does Blobbs sit
heavily down on a blue ram, sad swear that Its will be
eternally dumbfoundored before he walks through Domet-
shire with two tau of black oak on his bun. la Mr.
Pouncy's window is • card—' How t ipend an Hour In
Dorchester.' An hour I We have not three banes In
time greedy. and don't like to t' it of what we have
spent in money. Cricket Is ettli off; but, thank
Mavens, the Antelope Is itt hand, and in that good old
hostelry do we reek refuge Led drink. This Is the end of
our tillerinsege. The White Farm can grow bla-k before
we walk say further in in direction. Moreover, there ii
rare *ld oek et this Antelope, shout which haute a queer
story.
Maar years alto there mune to the Antelope one evening
a tell man, with blue spentsoles and • heavy black
beard, laden with essel, coarse and the rest of an
artists materiels, who sought refreshment and • bid. Ile
Wseoglven the former, sail fur the latter wise placed to
the Id Oak Room, an apartseent which wits famous for
end wide fur ha grand welling and its suberbly waved
coantelpiec•iss The artist paused, with his candle in his
hand, watching bow the reflections sparkled on the
polished wood. ' I would fain buy this. lass.' sold the
artist to the chambermaid. • Nity, of r, untold rbid can-
not purchase it ; for WI oak is laded the I rids end
glory of the countryside It has than contortes to brine
It to It. present elrea. Sm, sir, you can e'en see your
face to It.' Th., artist lo ',kill at tampon in the wood sad
started back. 'But what ails you, good sir r enquired
the maiden; you sum strangely •ffrighted, no if y su
were alarmed at the sight of your own beard.' The artist
trembled. 'lt iv nought,' he muttered. 'leave me, my
Ise • it is naught, I would be alone.' And, left a'une, the
artiet tore the beard from his face dashed down
his spectacle*, and seised his paint sad his brash*.
The next morn rumour, of • larribl• crime turreted
Doroheater. Bohbery„ mate aerie. had It but other,
laughed on feeble • tale to morn. and boldly proclaitneil
Lb. unknown sin to be murder. The bus of the Antelope
wag besieged, and italiMeotta Were the inquiries rade.
All that was learnt WWI that the strange .41st had
departed hurriedly. • But in there no trice of him r
Thee • proousioa filed Into the Old Oak It tom, and the
boldest men held Ms bresth, while women swooned
awe, when they saw the direful deed that had been
wrought in oho darn...e of the night. Gone wee
the polish, vanished the gloss, deputed the rich colour
of the wood. The entire room wee p tinted • light sonic-
rent. Vangesnoe woe proclaimed. Who was the culprit /
The only clue lay in tee visitor.' bock, and there, In a
delicate hand, was written, '0 It., House of 00alui0114.
Years rolled by, and the desecration wrought in the old
room never failed to arouse wrath. It even brought tears
to the eyes of stern lawyer,—amongst them being Mr.
Willis, with when, If he be the new judge, we with to
NUL, that we cordially agree on ell points, sad to whom
we tusy mention, that it Is entirely breads* be is • tr•er
judo,. and that we do not want to sicken hint with his
unaccUstomed and loathsome work in this hot weather
that we have not yet responded to his open and Rentroui
invitation to come and see him in his new chambers—
&fleeted clarauten, end oven melted tourists. One
night there errived a tall gentleman with greyish whiskers
who asked for • bid, end wu placed ta the ask room.
I wouldn't mind making • hid,' he said the next
morning,' for that maetalplem In my room." I could
not sell it,' responded the hostess. But it I. absolutely
worthless,' continual the tall gentleman. • Were it
polished oak It might be of • due to an antiquary, but
an applearreen mantelpiece—why it is u eyesore to the
house I You should welcome ouch • clans, of getting
rid of it.' • I could not sell it,' unlit replied the hostage,
and the stranger was heard to mutter as he left the inn:
—'So all my labour waa fur nothing.' The strangeness of
Lb. remark caused an old waiter to look in the visitors'
book to see who the stranger wee He read 'A., Howe of
Lords.' Something struck him, and on looking in an
aged dusty volume he noted that in the some bend.
writing was penned 'G. &, Huse of Commons.' He said
nothing, nor did we ; but all Dorceetriane wee that both
ss Gerard Start end Lord Alington their Onlihal neigh-
bour Is an admirable landlord, and had a keen eye and
out drives keen bargain for old oak.

WXYBIOUTFI.
Hour TERM BRANCH, C.E.T.B.—We notice that
this branch purpose giving • welcome to the new
president of the branch, the Rio. T. B. Sorter, M.A.,
at the Coffee Tavern next Thursday evening, at eight
o'clock. Canon Stephenson will preside.
HOGITTAL SATURDAY wail hold on Saturday, when
collecting boxes were carried ab int the streets, and
Earround the staamboate among the perms/ors.
:i this manna over SBO were subscribed last year, and
It is hoped that the result of Saturday's collection will
be finally en gratifying, if not mono so.
Masan. Deting's AND SALISBURY's mission herein's
on the Sant. continue to attract, cot ouly the
youngsters, but a large number of grown up people,
who loin heartily In the singing of the hymns. On
Friday • meeting wag held near the donkey stand.
Lamps hung from poles were bold by boys, and hymns
were sung, some as choruses, others as solo., and
another as • quartette. !short addren es were delivered
between, and it was most gratifying to witness the
attention end apparent siepeecdation that were shown
by those who joined the little band.
A PLUCKY Boy.—A boy named bloßeant the son
of the manager of Misers. Singer and Co.. sewing
machine e.tabliebmvat, and about ten years of age,
Wad 01 Monday on a part of the pier where be sh mold
not have been, when he boat his hold and fell over.
Some of those on the pier were about to pimp over
after him, when he tali' them not to do so ad he
could swim, and he at once with his hat on struck out
and swam round to the landing at the side of the
pier. Beyond swallowing a little mire water than
was good for him he did not wpm, to be anything the
worse for his ducking.

AINKIVIISSART Busman in connection with Hope
Chapel Sunday Schools were held on Sundae, when
the pastor, the Rev. W. Lied,, preached morning and
evening. Special hymns were rung by the scholar, In
• most pleasing style, and In the afternooe a children's
service we. bead, at which the Rev. G. Hashoock, of
ilenley.ou-Thames, gave an wicks's. The oeilections
during the day amounted to E 5 6s. 6d. The schools
number about 300 sohotare mad 22 Madsen. Tao
pastor was enabled to make a statement at the service.,
which will be read with cinch istre rest. llithert the
echools have been conducted in a hired room, and the
Rev. W. I owl. stated on Sunday that the site adjoin•
iug the chapel had been *enured, and it was hoped that
the building of new schools would commence with the
new VAL