Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1867-02-28

amaZement. then lifted the rawhide again.
"Gire nc that mhip, repeated my moth
ed, In still lower tone; her brows coming
down to point over eyes which pierced
Mixer through. The cur dropped his hnnd,
and unresstngly suffered my mother TO take
the rod ont of it. She fling II out into the
tall grass as far as she could throw, then
with flashing eyes addressed Briggs
II don't want you TO hurt this-mon--
you know; but you can turn him ont of my
premises Just as soon as you like. You're a
good stout hoy, and you might make mince-
meat Of him, If you put out your strength so
don't knock him down, or pound him, or
anything of that sort. leave him to you
be careful of him."
"Now's the time to oblige him j. cried.
"Off with your coat, Briggs!"
So saying, was about to come in for my
share of the fun, but Briggs stopped me.
"No, no, Benz Two 10 ones not fair
play besides, he's up to having you put In
the lookup for assault and battery, and call
ing your own mother to swear on you: I'm
able for him alone guess"
With these words Briggs let fly neat
lelt-hander, and threw bis shoulder after 1t,
bringing up against his substitute for par
ent in the region just above the cravat-tie.
Mr.. Mixer went in pursuit of his balance
spirally for few yards, and, failing to over
take it, sat suddenly down. The distance
between his sedentary and upright posture
was not so great as in the case of person
more liberally blessed with legs but even
this little he was unable to make up before
Briggs was once more upon him. Catching
his ancient tyrant by the collar with his left
hand, and taking as firm hold of his nose
as that broad and slippery member admitted
of, with his left, he elevated him to his feet,
and asked him which side he should let go
Of, back or front; for out you go one way
or tother, you KNOW" added Briggs, con-
siderately, "and you can take your choice;
so say now-push or pull ?"
T. Mixer thoroughly cowed, began whin-
ing that he preferred to have his nose let go
of, but added, in nasal voice, which mar
red tn moral dignity of the sentiment; that
he hoped that Briggs would remember his
filial duty, If it was only for his mas sake.
'Don't you talk to me of my ma, you
sneak !" roared Briggs, giving the nose one
final tweak before he abandoned it; ''dont
you dare to mention her, you hypocrite y
he repeated shaking Mixer as terrier would
shake rat, 'unless you want to sit on the
ground again without anything to put your
feet on !" Then, propellng him before him
by the nape of the neck as fast as his legs
would carry him, Briggs trundled the de-
throned despot to the front gate, and, while
held it open for him, dismissed Mr. Mixer
: into the outer world with parting kick,
which sent him halfway across the road
For moment he turned round and showed
symptoms OF freieving himself with shaking
his fist, and departed down the road toward
I Squash-ke-bosh. Briggs returned silently
from the gate, and, sitting down on rustic
seat in the grounds, gave way to the reac
tion of his feelings. He struggled bravtly
to repress his excitement but as he buriet
his face in his hands, the words came on
sobbingly,-
: "And now--I'm all--a-a-alone in tht
world"
; My mother came out of the shrub.ery be
hind him, stole one arm tenderly around hi
y neck, and said,-
!, "No, you aren't, my child; if this has
lost you all the home you had, you can have
your share of Bens."
: So the long and short of it was, tha
Briggs spent all his vacations after that unde
v my mothers roof; and as for his school
days, she herself personally saw to the ar
K rangement by which he was received back a
G Barker's. T. Mixer, upon reflection, con
: cluded that he would do himself no credi
!. by appearing further on the scene.
If My History here makes a Hanlon Brothers
l. leap across the chasm of seven years
/ Briggs had thrown away all his early expert
II ence of self-denial by refusing to go out as
d missionary, and accepting confidential
e position in the Wall-street house, of which
J. was junior partner. We occupied suite o
e rooms together in Clinton Place, and Mis-
C Tucker, now a belle in society, was at hom
l with her parents, few blocks above us ol
). the avenue. Miss Crickey had married
is widower, and having large capital ofready
a made children to start the mental arthmeti
.e business with, had gone to Germany to con
II suit the newest lights of education.
j. My mothers attachment to the old home
s. stead where my father had first brought her
kept her from selling the place and she stay
ID ed there during the greater part of the yeal
y spending all the time with her that l coul
,e spare from my business in summer, and pre-
/ missing myself the pleasure of having he
,e under my own roof during the winter, a
n soon as l could get married and keep house
ut How soon that might be was very uncertain
of I was of singularly constant nature, an
,r still Miss fuckers slave.
i fro BE CONTINUED.