The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-01-21

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"Sir!' said Mr. Sandman, in loud ton,
and forceE.
Edward :" said Miss Kate, beneath las
breath, appoalingly.
"Won't you take some refreshments, MI
Mortiboy p asked Mrs. Barford, warningy
Were just going to supper"
''No, thank you, ma'sm, said Mr.. MORT
boy Eve steak and potatoes waiting fo
me at the Royal, after which l shall turn i
at once, as Pm done up by my journey. Goo
night; ladies', all Good night to you, sir
I'll lAok you up tomorrow morning, and
any of you want to go for a turn, l shall b
proud to beau you about. Good night"
And, reckoning bis dog, Mr.. Mortiboy tool
his departure.
Scarcely had the door closed behind hin
than the long-reStrsiued comments began.
"a pleasant visitor Uncle Crump has sen
us, mamma" said Kate.
''Uncle Crump indeed. Who never sen
us anything before, except five pound not
when poor papa died!" exclaimed Ellen.
| But YOU wOnt-will you, mamma-yol
won't be put upon this way ? You wont have
this horrid man running in and out at al
| times and seasons and"
"And 5eaU-ing us about the vulga
wretch !" interrupted Kate.
MY dears. my dears" said Mrs BarforC
st strikes me that some one has been teach.
ing you very strong language"
Not ], Mrs. Barford," said Mr.. Sandman
''absolve me from that--though | must owl
that if ever saw a man wanting good kick,
ing =, ou r,;. .,.,,,4,,
man is imbued with certain London peculiar
tiles, 10 Doubt but dare say there's good
in him. There must be, or he would never
be the partner of such an upright man as Jo-
mas Crump."
Upright man. Pooh !" said Kate. and
then the supper came in, and the subject
dropped
! At nine o'clock next morning, just as the
| breakfast things had been cleared, and Mrs.
Barford was gcing through her usual inter
view with her cook Kate, who was sitting
in the little bay-window, started quickly, and
exclaimed;
ooh, mammal Hers's this horrid man
again!"
Ellen peeped ever her shoulder and said:
Il think he locks, if possible, more dread
full by daylight than by candlelight p
Mr. John Mortiboy utterly unconscious Of
the effect he WAS producing, Unmatched the
garden gate, and then, for the first time look
ing up, nodded shortly and Familiarity at the
sisters
GLOW do you do, young ladies?" he called
from the garden Zine morning this; fresh
aud all that sort of thing feel better al
ready When a London mans a little over
DONE nothing sets him up as soon as a sniff
of the bripy."
And then he took great gulp, as if to
swallow as much fresh air as possible, and en-
tered the house. followed by his dog.
Did you hear him, Nelly p asked Kate
'''The wtetcL! I'm sure won't be seen
walking with him, in his nasty, black clothes.
like an undertaken
ale has chinney-pst hat on, and has
brought his umbrella Fancy At the sea! !"
said Ellen.
Good morning, Mrs. Barford," said Mr.
Mortiboy; domestic arrangements, Ell?
understand. If you've no objectF5sI' I'll DO
myself the honor Of cutting my mutton with
you to-day. And mutton it will be | suppose!
Can't get any bsef here. | understand, except
on Friday, which is killing day for the bar
racks. Bad arrangement that; wants alter
alton"
Hadn't you better alter it, Them Mr.. Nor
tiboy?"' said Kate experimenting the
butcher will bo pleasant way of spending
your holiday"
Joking, miss, eh? Well, 1 don't mind
But amt you coming out young ladies, for
don't move SO carly?"
eff you refer to mama" said Ellen, frigid-
ly, 'she never goes out till just before din
ner" ...
''Ah, thought not Old folks must wait
until the air is what they cali warmed by the
sun. But that won't hinder our taking a
turn or two, | suppose. Where is Whisker-
andos ?"
'.If, as presume, you mean Mr.. Sandman
the gentleman who was here last night,
cannot inform you, Alr. Mortiboy," said Kate,
with a very flashed face, and slightly
trembling voice; ''but would advise you
not to let him hear you joking about him, as
he is very quick tempered"
'.Oh, indeed :" exclaimed Mr. Mortibey-
"a 6re-eater, is he? Well, there's no duelhng
now, you know. Any nonsense of that sort
give man in charge of a policeman, or
summon him before q magistrate, and get
him bound over
Just st this moment Mrs. Barford came in,
and told the girls to get their hats on and
show MIR. Mortiboy the prettiest spots in the
village: the Castle Ill., the Ruined Abbey,
and the Smugglers Leap. To these places
they went MIR. Mortiboy discoursing the whole
way of the badness of the roads, and of what
Improvements might be made if they had a
properly constituted local board of health at
Penethly; declaring that the cries of Milford
OYSTERS and Fresh Haddick," were entirely
unconstitutional and illegal, as no one had a
right to shout in the public streets; that there
ought to be proper stands provided for the
car drivers and that a regular police super
vision was urgently demanded. He did moi
think much Of the Abbey ruins and he laugh
ed in scorn at the story of the Smuggler't
Leap AS they were on their homeward way
coming around the Castle Hill, they met MIR
Sandman, very ruddy and fresh and shiny
and with couple Of towels in his hand. Ii,
took off his wide-awake cap as he APP
preached the ladies, and bowed eighty t.
Mr.. Mortiboy.
''Ah, Mr. Sandman" said Ellen, with al
admonitory finger you have been bathing
again by st. Catharine's Rock, after all thu
warning we gave YOU"
My dear Elem interposed Kate, with
petulant air, ''how can you? If Mr.. Sand
ham chooses to risk his life after what he ha
been told, it surel is nothing to u.s."
Now, Miss Kate, that's not fair" sail
Sandman; you know" he added, dropping
his voice. that every word of yours woult
have weight with Ins, but the tide was slacl
this morning, and really there is no othe
place where swimmer can really enjoy
bath You are a swimmer, Mr.. Mortiboy !?
Yes sir, replied that gentleman. ''Ye
sir, can manage it. Eve had lessons a
Peerless Pool and the Holbern Baths, and ca,
keep up we'll enough. But don't like it.
don't see much fun in what are absurdly call
; ed the ''manly exercises" Twenty year
i ago, young men uscd to like driving coach
es now / can't conceive duller work tina
. holding bunch OF thick, leather reins i
your hand, steering four tired horses, sittin
, on hard seat, and listening to the converse
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