The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-01-21
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Prem "Mrs. Lirrper's lodgings" By Chas Dickens.
Mrs. Lirriper rather objects to dogs, yo1
say, Major? Very natural in a London house
Shall tell you why l hope she will not oh
ject to my dog, Major? Help yourself So
will.
''Ah, but to goodness look you, will he
bite ?" exclaimed an old Welshwoman, as sh
pulled her big hat further on her head, ant
looked askance at the big black dog which
the man sitting next to her had just hauled OF
to the coach roof
sit isn't a her, and he won't bite" was the
sententious reply of the dogs master.
Not pleasant looking man, this : tall anC
thin, WhisHerless and sallow faced his head
looking more like bladder Of lard surnount.
ed by scratching, than anything human
dressed all III black, with stiff, shiny hat,
beaver gloves, and thick lusterless Yelling
ton boots. lie had enormous collars encir-
cling his face and growing peakedly cut Of a
huge black silk cravat he had black satin
waistcoat and silver watch guard, and an
umbrella III shiny oiI-skin case, and hard,
slippery. cold, black cowskin bag with j. n
upon it in staring white letters and he
looked very much like what he was-Mr
John Mortiboy, junior partner in the house OF
Crump & Mortiboy, Manchesters warehouse
men, Friday street, Chsapside, London.
What brought Mr.. John Mortiboy into
Wales te spend his holidays or what induced
such pillar of British commerce to encum-
Der himself with dog, is no business of ours,
Major. All know is that he had been set
down at the Barbeth-road station, had drag
ged the black cowskin bag from under his
seat had released the dog from square bare
receptacle which the animal had filled with
bowls, and had mounted himself and his dog
on the top of the coach travelling toward the
little watering place of Penethly. The dog
"a big black retriever-lay on the coach
roof with his fine head erect, now gazing
round the landscape, now dropping his cold
muzzIe between his paws and taking snatches
of sleep His master sat on the extreme
edge of the seat, with one Wellington boot
very much displayed and dangling in the air,
and he, the Wellington boots owner, appar-
emily derived much enjoyment from the sue
ton of his umbrella handle. He cast his big
eyes round him now and then at certain por-
tons Of the scenery pointed out by the coach
man, and expressed his opinion that it was
handsome :" but, beyond that, never vouch-
safed word until the coach drew up at the
Royal Inn at Penethly, when he went at once
round TO the stables and superintended the
preparation of a meal for his dog, then order
ed point steak, potatoes and pint o.
sherry" to be ready for him in an hours time
-enquirod the way to Albion Villa and sci
off for Albion Villa, accompanied by his dog
Beppo.
don't think Mr.. John Mortiboy was much
wanted at Albion Villa, nor that he was ex
actly the kind of man who would have suteC
its inmates They were little conscious Of tht
approach of his hard creaking boots, stridius
over the ill-paved High street of the littI'
town, and were enjoying themselves aftel
theT own simple fashion. The blinds wer'
down, the candles were lighted and Mrs Bar
ford was pretending to be knitting, but really
enjoying placid sleep; Ellen, her sldes
daughter, was reading a magazine; Hats, he
youngest, was making some sketches undel
the observant tuition Of slim gentlemal
with a light beard, who apparently took tn
greatest interest in his pupil. Upon this lit
tie group the clang of the gate bell, the creak
ing of Mr.. John Mortiboy'S boots, and th
strident tones of Mr.. John Mortiboy's voice
| fell uncomfortably.
Say Mr. John Mortiboy, of London" h
exclaimed while yet in the little passage out
side.
The startled Welsh servant having obeye
him, he followed close upon her heels into th
room.
Servant, ladies' said he, with . short Gil
cular nod, e servant, Mrs. Barford Best
explain matters wholesale. You're sster-ir
law to my uncle, Jonas Crump. I'm nay I'll
cles partner in Friday street. Done to
much. Rather baked in the head-heav
consignmeDts and sitting up late at nigh
porting over figures. The doctor recommend
ed change of air; uncle Crump recommends
Penethly and mentioned you. | came dow
here, and have taken the liberty OF calling
Down. Beppo! Don't mind him, Iniss-h
won't hurt you"
''Oh! Pm not afraid Of the Jog" said Z
len, with a 81 ght start at Mr.. Mortiboy's ger
eral manner at his calling her Miss" Kat
looked or in wonder, and the slim gentlema
with the light beard confined to the said bear
the word Brute"
INTERCHANGEABLE to see you, NJ
Mortiboy," said Mrs Barford, and-and HOP
that YOU will soon recover III our quiet vi
Ilage. I'm sure that anything we can-ca
do-my daughters Miss Ellen, Miss Ia
Barford a friend of ours, Mr.. Sandman,
we shall be most happy to"
AS Mrs. Barford's voice died away in Il
contemplation of the happiness before he
the young ladies and Mr. Sandman bowe
and Mr.. Mortiboy favored them with seri
of short mods. Then he said, abruptly, tur
ling to the slim gentleman
In the army, sir ?"
mo, sir, am not retorted the slim &c
tleman. with great promptitude.
Deg pardon-no offense Volunteer, pc
haps: Hair, you know-beard ct cetera
made me think you were in the militia
line. Many young gents, nowadays, 8
volunteers"
, Mir. Sandman is an artist, said Mrs Be
ford iuterposing in dread lest there shou
be an outbreak.
''Oh, ah !' said Mr. Mortiboy Bad ira