The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-12-22

came forward; please take the end OF the
centre table. Mr.. Symes, you will be my
aide de-camp. Mr.. BrownjOhn and Mr..
Boldero, you are at present the head
walters; ace shall not dine till seven. And,
ladies, you will attend to the children, and
make yourselves generally useful"
Away went Mrs BrownJohn, Patty
Parkyns, Maggie Symes, trimming over
with happiness at being useful, and tuck
ing and turning up their fine dresses SO as
to wait with more ease. AT it went Crabb
and Catchitt, each furnished with huge
napkins to cover their best black, and in
marched a file of cook-shOp men with
roast and boiled fowl and flesh, and vege-
tables in abundance. Crabb, who had a
knife as sharp as razor, carved like the
professional and pasty faced gentlemen
who, by living in the neighbOrhood of
boiled pork and peas-pudding, grow like
them. Mr.. and Mrs Boldero were alb
sorbed in looking after the little children,
Symes was ubiquitous, and all were SO
anxious to please and to serve, that after a
most desperate engagement in which
Brownjohn came up out OF breath with
delight and wonderment, and said, "By
Jove, Mr. Jobson, never saw people eat
so much in my life!'
"Ah, sir" said the Citrate, remember
this is their one feast; many have not
eaten their fill for weeks, and some have
tasted for day or SO previously"
You're good man, Mr.. Jobson," said
Brownjohn; put me down for ten pound
towards expenses"
"Sir." cried the Citrate with delight.
q beg pardon for offering so little !;
make it twenty five, if you please. Halo I!
why, what's that? Can [ believe my
eyes? Why, they have not spoken for six
months
Yes, it was actually the case there were
Crabb and Catchitt shaking hands. The
occasion was this: Crabb, after winning a
Victoria Cross symbolically at carving the
beef, had felt his occupation gone with the
buildings and Christmas pies, and had
deserted his post-no longer usefully to
be held-and had constituted himself as
waiter, still under the watchfll eye of
Symes, &C, who, having bet his daughter
Maggie that a certain Bob Swallow would
eat more pudding than Ben Bolt, was
careful TO encourage Swallow for the sake
of winning the bet Give kisses against one
pair of Jouvin's best No g. AS Catchitt
had also constituted himself waiter, and,
Selling a plate OF pies, moved hastily to
the left, where he espied temporary lull
in the battle, while Crabb, with huge
pudding, moved eagerly TO the right, the
consequence was, that Catchitt sent one
or two mince-pieS over Crabb's head,
being the taller man, and Crabb de-
posted the pudding in Catchitt's manly
BOSOM
Beg pardon, I'm sure" said Mr..
Catchitt, who was gentleman and quite
ready to take the fault on himself.
What's that you said ?" cried Crabb.
Il said that | begged your pardon,
and l do" said Catchitt, somewhat
stifily.
And l grant it, my boy, thousand
times over; rive me your hand and
Crabb, who had only waited for the OPP
portunity, and was longing for the COM
menccment TO be made by partner who
was his junior, caught hold of the hand
that was about to pick up pie, and shook
it with fervor.
Thanks, Crabb my boy" said his
partner quite delighted; land now I'll
thank you for those pies. Hurt my shirt
front no; damaged the napkin, that's
all. | say, isn't it jolly?"
Wonderful, is it not? / say, got any
thing TO drink? Sharp work that carving.
You and had all the work, Catchitt."
Here you are, rents. Walters iii the
room, said little Boldero, who, with his
wife, had taken charge of the canteen.
Bro Hnjohn was on the spot, by a marvel of
course, and clinking their glasses like
stage conspirators, the three partners
poured down their Threats what seemed
to be nectar
After that the fun grew boisterous.
Punch for the seniors, lemonade for the
oh for ba lodi h.;r
pearance and the cideuant carv0rs and
walters walked among their guests.
1t was quite pretty to see how that rich
heiress Katie Brownjohn took to the
poorest and most helpless children, and
just refused the son of duke-it is but
fair to say that the duke was a very bad
duke, and that the son, Younger son,
took after his dis-grace-was entering into
earnest conversation with a poor book
binder, and exchanging experience
with a pretty little laundress. The two
young women-one SO rich, the other SO
poor-had each child on her knee, and
Katie was listening to most eloquent de-
scription of Mr.. Jobson's goodness. As
the laundress spoke, not without tear or
two, of the Curate's simple bravery and
transformations goodness, Katie Brown
johns heart whispered, That's the man
for me-"
And so, as the ysung lady governed her
father and mother i'll all sensible things,
there was something to be hoped form
the far distance, let us say. But some
times the most distant things are made
nearer by chance, just as lightning brings
distant landscape forward; and so it hap
pened that, as the Citrate was bending
over one little crippled child, with his
voice sOttened and his eyes and face made
beautiful by love, Katie bent down too,
and said:
90, Mr.. Jobson, what happy day you
have given u.s."
" A happy day!" said the parson; "why,
it is not ended yet there's my dinner to
come yet for the big folk in the large room
in the missionho
"Well, that is jollyr" replied Katie,
who, like strong, healthy young woman,
had a good appetite and began to feel
hungry. But it will not be better than
this; here all the people are so happy and
so good all the poor are good, l think"
I'm bearing what most of us would
never BEAR" said the Curate sOlemnIy,
"they are indeed But"-and, as a wrang-
Ter, Jobson was bound not to allow every
generalization-"w what says the Laureate ?
and he's genius, you know
"'Taake moi word for 1t, Sammy; the poor ia .
loomp is bad.n'
You see he's wrong, and you're wrong:
generalization is always wrong"
The little child had hold of his stronger
finger and looked up into his kindly face
The cleric stood in his black cassock
fitting tightly across his broad manly chest
girt with his surcingle, and looking as il
he could knock down Bel, and the Dragon
too, with his strong hand. He was model
of health and strength and goodness, three
things which all women like; he was
gentle as the south wind, and as strong as
a storm when he liked; and Katie, seeing
in him the embodiment of power and wist
goodness, let her eyes sparkle with love a.
they met his. This completely flOored the
Curate, thus to be attacked on his OWL
| stronghold.