Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1860-04-30

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| Floss by the author of that now famous
book. ''Adam Bede." This wns the great
success of last ycar-a book which gave
| its anonymous author at once place
among the masters of fiction. Those who
were delighted with "Adam Bedc''-and
! who that can read was not?-will make
| haste to secure "The Mills on the Floss
when it is published. Meantime we are
permitted to crafty our readers by the fol-
| lowing extract, by way of foretaste. Ii
| relates how
Mr.. TULLIvER, OF DoHLCLOTE MILLS, DE-
cLAREs his RESOLUTION ABOUT TOM.
"What want, you know" said Mr.. Tul-
| iiver-''what want is to give Tom good
| eddication-an eddcation ash be u bread
to him. That was what was thinking OF
when / gave notice for him to leave TIL
academy at Ladyday. l mean to put him
to downright good school at Midsummer.
The two years ut tn academy 'ud lia' done
we'll enough, if I'd meant to make mil
! Ter and farmer Of him, for he's had fine
| sight more schoolin' nor ever got; all the
| lcarnin' my father ever paid for was bit
O. birch at one end and the alphabet at tn
/ other But should like Tom to be Il bit
of sc!Olard, so as he might he IL? to the
| tricks O. those fellows as talk fine and
write with n flourish. 1t ud be help to
me wi these lawsuits and arbitratiOns,
and things. wouldn't make IL downright
lawyer o. the lad--I should be sorry for
him to be & raskill-but n sort o engi-
necr, or a surveyor, or au auctioncGr and
vallycr, like Riley, or one O. them Smartish
| businesses MS are all profits and no outlay,
only for big wntch-chain and high
stool. They're pretty nigh all one, and
they're not far off being even wi the law,
believe; for Riley looks Lawyer Wnkcm
i' the face as hard as one cat looks Hnoth-
| er He's none frightened Mt him."
| Mr. Tulliver was speaking to his wife, a
! blonde, comely woman, in a tnn-sh0Pcd
| cap Il am afraid to think how long it is
since fnn-shaPed caps were worn-they
| must be so near coming i'll again. at that
( time, when Mrs. TuIliver ives nearly forty,
they were new at ST Ogg's, and consider
/ ed sweet thingsl.
| "Well, Mr. Tuliver, you know best; Tee
no objections. But hcdn't hetter kill a
couple o. fowl aud have tn aunts and
uucles to dinrcr next week, so as you
may hear what sister Gegg andsister Put
let have got to say about it? There's u
couple o. fowl acGnts kilIng!"
You may kill every fowl i the yard, if
you like, Bcssyi but shall ask neither
! aunt nor uncle what I'm to do wi my own
! lad, said Mr.. Tulliver, defiantly.
Dear heart !" said Mrs. Tuliiver, shock
cd ut this sanguinary rhetoric, chow can
you talk so. Mr. Tuliiver2 But its your
| way to speak disrcspecttul o. my family;
and sister Glcgg throws all the blame upo'
| me, though I'm sure I'm as innocent as the
! babe unborn. For nobody's ever heard
me say as it wasn't lucky for my children
| to have nunts and uncles as can live indie
/ pendent. Howiver, if Toms to go to
n new school, ] should like him to go
where can wash him and mend him; else
/ he might as well have calico as linen, for
they'd be one rs yallow rs tn other before
I they'd been washed half dozen times.
| And then when the box is goin' bnckardS
and forrards, could send the lad cake,
or pork-pic. or an apple; for he can do
with an extra bit, bless him, whether they
stint him at the meals or no. My chill
drcn can eat us much YictuaIs as most
thank God
'sWell, well, we won't send him ont o
reach O. the carriers cart, if other things
fit in," said Mr.. Tnlliver "Bnt yo"
mustn't put Il spoke i the wheel about tho
washiu', if we can't get a school neal
enough. That's fault have to find wi
YOU, Bessv if you see stick in the road
you're allays thinkn' you can't step over
it. You'd want me not TO hire good
wagoucr, cause he'd got mole on hi:
Dear heart said Mrs. TnIIiver in
mild surprise, ':when did iver make OBJ
lection to man because he had mole
on his face I'm sure I'm rather fond o
the moIes. for my brother, rs is dead anC
gone, had mole on his brow. But
can't remember you liver offering to hire
a wagner with IL mole, Mr.. Tuiliver:-
There was John Gibbs hadn't mole OF
his face no more than you have, an wa
all for having you hire him; an so You die
hire him, an if hchadn't died O tn iniin-
nation, rs we paid DR.. Turnbull for at
tending him, he'd very like ha' been drlY
ing the wagon now. He might have
mole somewhere out o. sight but how wa!
to know that, Mr.. Tulliver.'
"No, no, Bessy, didn't mean justly th'
mole: meant it to stand for summat else
but niver mind-it's puzzling work, talk
ing is. What I'm thinking on is how tc
find the right sort O. school to send Ton
To. for might be ta'en in again, as "
been wi th' academy. I'll have nothing
to do wi, a 'cademy again; whntiver schoo
send Tom to shan't be II 'cademy; 1t shai
shall he n place where the lads spend thcl
time i summat else besides blackening th'
family's shoes, and getting up the potatoes
It's an uncommon pnEziing thing TO know
i! what school to pick re
Mr.. Tulliver panse6 minute or Two
and dived with both hands into his breeche'
pockets as if he hoped to find some sug
gestion there Apparently he was not DIS
appointed, for he presently said, u Know
I what I'll do-IlI talk it over wi Riley