Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1852-10-05
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BY CHARLES DICKENS.
PART SEVENTH.
CHAPTER Xxx.
A NEW LoDeER.

time, like an idle river very eisurey strolling
down fiat country to the sea. Mr. Guppy saun-
ters along with il congenialy. He has blunted
the blade of his penknife, and broken the point
off, by sticking that instrument into his desk in
every direction. Not that he bears the desk any
ill-will, but he must be doing something; and it
must be something of an unexciting nature. which
will lay neither his physical his intellectual
energies under too heavy contribution. He finds
that nothing agrees with him so well, as to make
little gyrations one leg Of his stool, and stab
his desk, and cape.
Kenge and Carboy are out of town, and the
articled clerk has taken out shooting license and
gone down to his fathers, and Mr. Guppy's two
fellow stipendares are away on leave. Mr. Cup
Ply, and Mr. Richard Carstone, divide the dignity
of the office. But Mr. Carstone is for the time
being established in Keng'es room, whereat Mr.
Guppy chales SO exceedingly, that he with Bit
ing sarcasm informs his mother, 10 the con6den-
tia moments when he sups with her off lobster
and lettuce, in the Old Street Road that he is
afraid the office is hardly good enough for swells,
and that if he had known there was swell com
ing, he would have got it painted.
Mr. Guppy suspects everybody who enters on
the occupation of stool in Kenge and Carboy's
office, Of entertaining, as matter of course, sin
lister designs upon him. He is clear that every
such person wants to depose him. If he be ever
dShSu HoWs why's Witch, VI Wherefore, he SHUTS uD
one eye and shakes his head On the strength of
these profound views, he in the most ingenious
manner takes infinite pains to counterpart, when
there is no plot; and plays the deepest games of
| chess without any adversary.
Its source of mnch qualification 10 Mr. Gun.
| ply, therefore 10 find the new conner constantly.
! porting over the papers in Jarndyce and Jarndyce;
| for he well knows that nothing but confusion and
! failure can come of that. His satisfaction COM
fsolf ,b.n i 4
| long vacation in Kenge and Carboy's Office; 10
wit, Yonng Smallweed.
Whether Young Smaweed (metaphoricaIly
called Small and exc Chick Weed as it were
| PECULIARLY 70 express hedgllng), was ever boy,
is much doubted in Lincoln's Inn. He is now
something under fifteen, and an old limb Of the
law. He is facetiously understood to entertain
passion for lady at cigar shop, in the neigh
borhood of Chancery Lane; and for her sake TO
have broken off a contract with another lady, TO
whom he had been engaged some years. He is
town made article Of small stature and weazsn
features; but may be perceived from consider
able distance by means of his very tall hat To
become Guppy 10 the object of his ambition-
| lie dresses at that gentleman (by whom he is
I patronized) talks at him, walks at him, POUNDS
! himself entirely on him. He Is honored with Mr.
Guppy's particular confidence; and occasionally
| advises him. from the deep well of Ills exneri
blr Guppy has been olling out Of window all
the morning, after trying all the stools in success
sion and finding none OF them easy, and after
I several times putting bis head into the iron safe
with notion of cooling it. Mr. Smallweed has
been twice despatched for effervescent drinks.
and has twice mixed them in the two official
tumblers and stirred them up with the ruler
| Mr. Guppy propounds, for Mr. Smallweed's con-
| sderation the paradox that the more YOU drink
| tho fhirStior ,,1. III, L
the wlndow-sill in state Of hopeless languor.
While thus looking out into the shade of Old
! Square, Lincoln's Inn; surveying the intolerable
| bricks and mortar, Mr. Guppy becomes conscious
OF manly whisker emerging from the clustered
walk below, and turning itself up in the direction
OF his face. AT the same time, a low whistle is
waited through the Inn, and suppressed voice
cries, Hip! Gup-py!'
why, you don't mean it'' says Mr. Guppy,
aroused. Small! Here's Jobling' Smalis head
looks out of the window too, and mods TO Jobling.
where have you sprung up lrom?' inquiries
Mr. Guppy
From The Market Gardens, down by Deptford.
can't stand itany longer must enlist. say!
| wish you'd lend me half a crown. Upon my
soul, Pm hungry
Joblng looks hungry, and also has the appear
ance of having run to seed in the Market Gardens
down by Deptford.
i say! just throw out half crown, if you
have got one TO spare. want TO get some dim
ner'
will you come and dine with me?' says Mr.
Guppy, throwing out the coin, which Mr. Joblng
catches neatly.
'EIow long should have to hold out?' says
Jobling.
Not half an hour am only waiting here,
till the enemy goes, returns Mr. Guppy, butlDg
inward with his head.
hat enemy''
"a new one. Going to be articled. Will you
waltz
Can you give fellow anything 10 read in the
mean timer says Mr. Jobng.
Smallweed suggests the Law List But Mr.
Jobling declares, with much earnestness, that he
scan't stand it,.
'You shall have the paper says Mr. Guppy.--
'He shall bring it down. But you had better not
be seen about here. Sit oat on our staircase and
read It's quiet place..
Jobliug mods intelligence and acquiescence.
The sagaeous Smallweed supplies him with the
newspaper; and occasionally drops his eve unon
him from the landing, precaution against mis-
becoming Disguised with waiting, and making an
untimely departure. At last the enemy retreats,
! and then Smallweed ietches Mr. JebIing IN.
| 'Well, and how are you'' says Mr. Guppy,
shaking hands with him.
SO so. How are you?'
| MIR Guppy replying that he is not much 10 boast
of. Mr. Jobling ventures on the question, slow is
she!' This, Mr. Guppy resents as liberty; re-
tortng, 'Jobling, there are chords in the human
mind Jobling begs pardon.
ANY subject but hiatt says Mr. Guppy, with
a gloomy enjoyment Of his injury. For there are
chords, Jobling'
Mr. Jobling begs pardon again.
During this short colloquy, the active Small
weed, who is Of the dinner party, has written in
legal characters on slip OF paper, Return I'm
medately.' This notification to all whom it may
concern, he inserts in the letter box and then
putting on the tall hat, at the angle Of inclination
at which Mr. Guppy wears his. informs his pa
irons that they may now make themselves scarce
Accordingly, they betake themselves to "a
neghboring dining house, Of the class known
among its frequenters by the denomination Slap
Bang where the waitress, bouncing young fe-
male of forty Is annnnsed to have nAla some IN