The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1860-06-27
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MIR. LORQUIS0N'S STORY.

had said 10 Mr.. Lorquison. thst II
pr"n'se AIf his still stood, iur story. A
lew nights before. wt Ia met. aud he
had begged permission while all the par
" we're doing their best ia that way, To
defer nis until another time.
why, you roe, do know grea, ma
ny stories good 'un., too. ani had GOT
mp "ne IN particular, ready fnr 'em OF
that uight-orly t wasn't about un
plcnsrnt nights aud that sort of thing
hu, whether twas the heat Of the room,
the turn of the stories or the lx,eness of
The hour, ,omeAow ar other nv good sto.
~ went clean out of NV head; Mr.. Sci
~ told me afterwards that had greatly
amused the c"mpany-in WHIST wsy
can't distinctly recolrct all know il,
,ha, the mex, morning ] awohe with
splitting leadwhe.'
Ny curiosity was reused. DID know
the storyi
We'll. said he, i may have toll YOU NJ
some time or other; but III give il you
now If you like; only mind, il you've
basrd it before interrupt me-
gave him the required promise, and
bt lNus bghu.
i think you're some,ing Of gardener,
are you notf admitted horticultural
propensities in small degree. and he
continued, then you'll enjoyed my story
MI the more. We'll my father wa. a
great Tourist, en- amateur, and used TO
take immense pleasure in the cultivation
Of moderate sized garden attached 10
our suburban cottage at islington. You
seem surprised at my mentioning such
site for cottage and garden, but al.ude
to tie Islington ss knew it thirty Years
ago; when Newington Green Lanes WAS
a dangerous place after dark, and an in
habitsnt Of Upper or Lower CIspton WAS
considered q rustic.
Numerous little cottages, with their
neatly trimmed flower beds. were TO be
seen at lslinglon at the lime Of which
speak. and conspicuous among them all
for artistic arrangement and plants Of
really great value was my fathers garden.
How veil recollect the look Of satisfac
tiop with which he used to regard the
work Of his hands ~, sitting in his easy
chair on a summers Sunday evening be
would slowly puff his after dinner pipe
lhe was a widower). while drawing the
attention Of some friend to the pecuIiari
ties OF certain cuttings, and the various
beauties OF his favoriie shrubs.
'tiis companion on one Of these occa.
fons was n Mr.. Tibbs, a tb0roulh Cock
pey, with about as much idea Of coun-
try life and agricultural pursuit rs fish
bias of natcracking. He was trades.
man in the city, had risen to the rabk OF
alderman. and wss now within no very
great distance Of the mayoraliy. This
achievement OF greatness, though nd
ding somewhat TO his natural pomposity
bad 10 no way diminished his innate rel
jsh for joke, His fun certainly was not
refined. nor bis rsilleIy elegant /; but, as
he used TO say. "a joke "a Joke, aud un
donbte.lly Mr.. Tibbs's Jokes were peculi.
srly his own, and no one. Pm sure would
ever think Of claiming them.
"'Hows Polly Han,husi was HE In
variable greeting on entering our house
After the delivery Of which facstious al
Iusion 10 my father, he would indulge in
cbuckles Of some seconds duration.
"'WeH,' said he, when NV father had
finished y long disquisiiion on the merits
of splendid ehryssnibemuu. well, Lor
quison. don't know much about your
kissmythumbs, which is Latin or Greek,
or--sop,ething or other he added after
q pause, feeling rather on, Of hb element
in an chronological question but III send
yoa seed or two, The like you neve,
some asross my boy,' Here, tskiog biz