The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1867-09-19


tradesman who stood at his door,
Towards the Obelisk, -, he answered
briskE. 81 saw the whole affair. The
passengers were behaving shamefully.
Actually poking the horse with their
sticks
At these words Mrs. Pullinger be,a.ne
still paler
I'll m afraid it must be his cab,,she
murmured feebly..
Whose cab?'' demanded the trades.
man.
She uttered this monysyllable, then
staggered against the doer-post, and sank
down in fainting fit.
As he raised her from the ground, the
tradesnan perceived the reason OF her
sudden swoon. A dense crowd was COM
ing up the street, in the midst of which,
borne aloft on policemen shoulders ap-
peared bleeding, diSigured body, with
the arms hanging helplessly at its sides.
:. ".
One day, about threee weeks later,
poor Pullinger was lying on a trestle- bed
in a ward of a London hospital. A sur
geon was standing over him.
+ ell Pullinger you re doing capital
ly. Your tongue the right color, your
pulse is good, your shin moist and cool, = :
said the surgeon. ''Three weeks ago L
didn't think we should bring you
through. What do you say to chop
for dinner %
Too good for me, Doctor, answered
the patient, with Slight twinkle In his
eye. IF you feed me too well while
Tn laying here doing nothing, shall
get inischievous Can't | make the chop
over to the missis? she wants it more
than | do -
81 M afraid not, returned the kindly
house surgeon: its against the rules
Mrs. Pullinger hasn't had her ribs brok-
en- or her brain concussed. Besides she
has met with good friends. Here she
comes, and one of her friends with her. y
why, that's Mr. Jennings, the tea
grocer in the Blackfriars road - mutter-
ed the patient, as he stretched out thin
hand and smiled welcome on his wife.
Yes, it was Mr.. Jennings, the trades
man to whom Mrs. Pullinger had address
ed herself when she fell down fainting at
the terrible spectacle of her husband
apparently lifeless body Mr.. Jennings
recognized her as an occasional customer
and being kind hearted man, made tar
ther inquiries about her, interested sew
eral other persons in the case, and, IN
fact. became a substantial friend to the
family during her husband long and
dangerous illness.
This was the occasion on which the
house surgeon had allowed Mr.. Pulhnger
to talk freely, so that he had great
many questions to ask. He was rejolced
to hear that the mare had escaped unhurt
There WASH scratch upon her, re-
piled Mr.. Jennings.
And the cab p
'sAh the cab was good deal knocked
about near wheel smashed to atoms.
What did Mr.. Wilkinson say?''
''He went on dreadful, replied Mrs.
Pullinger, It'll this good gentleman ex-
planned to him how it happened. y
Yes, interrupted Mr.. Jennings, Il
was an eye witness to the whole affair.
Those young men inside behaved shame
fully. They deserved to be hurt instead
of you, and they weren hurt bit.
Il suppose Ned Tomlinson s coat
began Mr.. Pullinger hesitatingly.
Torn all to taters, answered the
worthy grocer and thief ran away with
his hat
Poor Ned!" observed the patient
Here I've been laying snug and warm
in bed all this bitter weather, and Ned
without top-coat: such d beauty, too,
with velvet collar. The very fust mon
ey | earn
Don fret yourself, dear Bob, ex-
claimed his wife; you don't know what
kind friend Mr.. Jennings has been.
He bought Tomlinson new coat and
hat
Mrs. Pullinger, you'll make me
blush, said the grocer shading his face
with his handkerchief, and winklng pleas
antly at the patient.
Al this moment, tall, thin, elderly
gentleman, with pair Of keen eyes, and
a sharply-cut, decisive looking mouth.
entered the ward. The nurses who were
present rose and courtesied respectfully
He shook the house-surgeon cordially by
the hand, and after few words at the
t bed side Of several Of the patients, drew
near Mr.. Pullinger
You don know me? p he said rather
brusqely, fixing his searching glance OF
the PROSTATE cabman.
Cant say [ do, sir, replied Mr., Pull
| linger, as he feebly endeavored to salute
his questioner by touching an imaginary
hat.
But | know you, Pullinger, said the
new conner don't l, Marshall?' -tt
the house surgeon. You re tie MAI
who, when you were deiirlous, used tt
brag so Of your coachmanshiD.
I am sorry TO hear [ Dragged. sir,
said Mr. Pullinger, deferentially
Indeed, sir, he 5 net given to boast
- NJ D,,!l;ooar s!s.-ba
he's himself he's the humblest crea
ture-'
But makes up for it, ma am, wher
he's Ill, . said the visitor. s'Why he told
me that he'd been accustomed TO drive a
four in hand up and down the Strand ev-
cry day for the last thirty years F"
''Lawk sir, cried the cabman that
was all fudge. | never did nothing Of
the sort.
s'He also told me he had lived for six
years as coachman to Mr.. Danvers, OF Tot
tenham.
That's true, sir, - exclaimed Mr.. Pull
linger. $3.50. :.
How came you to leave him and take
to cab driving?'
SWELL, sir, Mr.. Danvers was a deter
mined old bachelor, and he couldn' hear
of my getting married; so | left, and put
my savings into a cab. | was unlucky
with my horses; the first | had went
dead lame, and the next Well, SIT,
won't trouble you with long story, but
| was sold up, and had to go to work fol
cabmaster.
''That'n dc" said the visitor, some
what abruptly; 'syouv e talked enough
for to-day. Good morning.,
Poor Pulling. felt almost sorry wher
the day came for leaving the hospital
He was delighted to see his wife and chill
dren in his own home again; but he coulo
not help thinking what a poor, shabby,
confined little place his attic seemed after