Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-02-03


" she looks as sweet as ever. The kind
heart was up here the first thing this
morning, 10 enquire after the General"
When we were in barracks, in Thin
gumytight, IN the East Indies,' comlnen-
ced Mrs. Crowdles.
:" Never mind Thingumytight, Gene
raj, Mr.. Tmberwilll don't want to hear"
son the contrary" said Jefferson.
wishing devoutly that the General could
be seized with mental oblivion for short
time; Il am all curiosity"
g In the East Indies continued the
General impressively 10 jefferson, there
was dear child in the hospital, just Ike
Beca. 1t may have been her mother. no
1t can't have been her mother, because
believe she was never out of this counfrv"
Possibly not, them" said Jefferson.
"The dear child used to walk through
the wards on erutehes, and when the men
heard her sticks on the stairs, their ewes
wonld brighten up, and they would say:
" Here comes Little Mercy ; God bless
Little Mercy" Now think of ii. Lit
tie Mercy died of hospital fever. and nev-
er was married, and SO she couldn't have
been mother to our Little Mercy. YOU
know; | remember the next nurse used
10 take snuff"
Pleasant "reminiscences for Mr.. Tim
berwllk," said Indiana; " hospital wards
and snufly old nurses. Never mind her.
I'm much more agreeable
Jefferson rather flnched under this. in
fact he was laboring under dread that
he should unintentionally fascinatc the
danseuse, and be compelled necessarily TO
cast a blight upon her affections by cold
ness and neglect. So suddenly and thor
oughly had a change came over his views
with regard to her.
"If Miss Wylde is disengaced, |
shall be pleased to pay my respects" he
says.
81 have the greatest mind in the world
to be jealous cried La Belle with an
eccentric comedy wink, but | won't-
You have my forgiveness, there" and
tripping gracefully to his side, she tapped
him playfully on the head, and stood Ia
Syiphlde, preparatory 10 taking her flight
| for the realms above, somewhere about
the painters room.
Stop! that's my cue, says Mrs. Grow
dies, extending her arms like one of the
witches in Macbeth, over Mr. Timber
wilk and the Sylphide. Affecting ta-
bleaux-' bless you my children, bless YOU
red fire, slow music, and down comes
the rag on a picture
Mr.. TimberwilI felt very foolish, but
he joined in the laugh which followed,
as a matter of course.
:" always ike the Interesting heavy
Mothers remarks the General. "Thev
are effective and always go well with the
audience. Set me on step with frost
bitten child, throw down plenty of snow,
and lots of thunder and lightning, and let
me say, 'ny child my poor deserted starry
ing offspring; my helpless, fatherless,
poor, poor child; anu I'll bring downthe
house with three DISTINCT rounds"
"Never mind the heavy mothers, ma
broke in Indiana, putting the finishing dad
of the iron to the wings. "Theres now,
I'm ready for my flight. Mr.. Timber
wiiks compliments to a certain young Ia
dy. and he will be transported to bask in
the light of her smile. That's the style
of thing, | suppose, eh ?'
| Jefferson bushes and bows, and says
something unin;e!ligibly about calling
regards Christmas-.ntrude,-
not for worlds-sorry for it.
| "Intrude, nonsense, nothing of the
SORT" said the General, coming to Mr..
| TimberwiIl's relief. Gent!emanly at
tention, nothing more, quite right, sir
And now away" to her daughter; g be-
gone slave, and produce your pr-risoner."
This is given after the manner of the
/ floody-minded heroines desiring their
victims 10 be brought before them.
Indiana had disappeared ,fairy-like and
the General rises. i" May good digestion
wait on appetite, and health on both, tho
I'm rather dubious of the tripe." She
piles the dishes and breakfast things on
a tray, pushes it under the bed to be han
DIV to the servant to carry down, and moves
about like the mummy remains of Lady
Macbeth.
"Ahr' the relict sighs, Z" if that child
had only taken to Jack Sheppards and in
teresting highwayman, what an immense
creature she would have been. But the
ballet ruined her. She can't study a
IenCth; # makes her head ache. I've
been something in my day, MIR. Timber
wilk, though am here living in garrett
Her listener had no doubt of 1t.