American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-07-06
Miscellany.
BAR ONE.


recovering from her Inflammation of the
lungs; and the blessed sun had at last torn
!. himself away from his favorite haunts
amongst the blameless Philippians
Moreover, it was the last Wednesday in
May; and thereby hangs tale.
1t had not yet struck eight a. M, by
Shrewsbury clock, but already there was
plenty of stir on the road between Clap
ham and BALKAN. The morning was
lovely, and promised a lovely day and
along the dusty highway, in the direction
OF the pleasant village of Sutton, toiled
even mt this early hour quite noticeable
number of people on foot, and III vans
and other vehicles drawn by lineal de-
scendants of Rosinante. The pace, there
fore, was slow and sober, if not stately,
and calculated to command the approval
OF the Quakcrs and Puritans who, as
some authorities affirm, form the abOrigI-
nal nucleus of the Claphamite population
Here and there, on both sides of the road,
are cottages which, though they have no
double coach house, are yet cottages of
geutility and, though they are not de-
void of modest ornament, suggest moth
ing of the pride that apes humility.
They are the sort of snuggeries inhabited
by those simple and yet daring folks who
fly in the face of everybody but Provi
dence, and marry with even the mystic
three hundred year looming, as a desir-
able object of future attainment, in the
distance. The distance had been trav-
ersed, and the object had been attained
by the couple who lived in the very pref
tiest nest amongst all the neighboring
snuggeries. George Stanhope Brown had
for three years been in the enjoyment of
what had once been his highest ambition;
for three years he had reaped all the
hOnOrs and emOluments attached to his
Office of manager in a certain commercial
establishment that is, he had sat in a
private room all by himself, and issued
orders and received communications, pre-
ceded by a whistle like that of a railway
engine, in hollow and sepulchral voice,
by means of a gutta-percha tube, and had
drawn the firms EXTREMIST salary of three
hundred year. Partly from the neces-
sity of distinguishing one Brown from
other, by no means rare holders of the
same honored name; partly from the OBJ
seriousness of his subOrdinates partly
from a custom observed by his acquaint-
ances, who didn't like to be thought to
know one of your common Browns part
ly from his own natural love of euphony;
and partly, perhaps, from personal van
lty, he had for some years past signed
himself, and let it be understood that he
expected to be spoken to and of as STAN
hope Brown. Latterly he had boldly in
trOduced hyphen and even on his visit
ing cards, his name appeared as StanhOpe-
Brown. Some people, amongst whom
were his employers, laughed in their
sleeves land openly to one another) at
this innovation; but Mrs. Stanhope-
Brown liked it, and so did most of her
and her husbands circle of acquaint-
ances- A hyphen, one would think, can't
do any harm and it is common mis-
take to confound post Inc with propter Inc.
However, it squite certain that what had
ed 81 I,k 1,
his wife, failed to content the new-blown
Mr.. and Mrs. Stanhope-Brown. Somuch
was evident from the conversation which
was going among the little party as
sembled round their breakfast-table, at a
quarter before eight, a. m, on the lovely
morning, already alluded to, of the last
Wednesday in certain month of May.
Can't you manage it anyhow,
Georgey asked jolly-loOking man with
the stamp of the country on every streak
of his ruddy face.
Z" He could if he would, I'm sure, broke
in pretty, buxom woman of five and
thirty.
" Everybody else goes, but George is
so conscientious" added still prettier
but more delicate looking woman, young
er and more lady-like than the former
speaker, but in other respects that
speakers double.
"Oh, do come; that's dear old dad,'
(cried handsome little boy, ten years
bid, yellow of hair, blue of eye, and pink
f cheek
do you want to drive me mads"
ettishly exclaimed the person addressed.
You know I'm a nigger-slave. The
artners can go. and the junior clerks can
o-Or at least some of 'em; but the
panager must be at his desk every day
4 every MONTH"
" Bar one, George" said the ruddy man,
it'll grin.
"Ah,I do get months holiday, 1
Init" rejoined the other, petulantly;
and, :" he added. more..cheerfully, thanks
you, / enjoy it."
" Bother the thanksr' said the ruddy
an, blunty: you're always welcome at
e old mill But We sha'n't see you this
Itumn, Bessy tells me; you're off to
ericho. or somewhere, like the fashion
pie folks"
"That depends" said Mr. George Stan
ope Brown, with dignity.
1.-THE old mills not good enough for
gu, | suppose, George" remarked the
nddy man, in a frank, hearty tone; and
he buxom woman, who was his wife,
hughed good humoredly
Mr.. Stanhope Brown and the somewhat
Hicate-look1ng woman who was his
fe, and the handsome boy, who was !
cir sole offspring, all protested together. |
"Don't talk rubbish, James" said Mr. |
Pnhope-Brown, with slight air of con
sion.
james, you're very unkind,' exclaim
Mrs. StanhopeBrown, bridling and
oking hurt.
"Stainesford Mills the jolliest place in
be world, Uncle James," roared the |
oungster, Justify.
The miller looked pleased, but puzzled. |
eff there's nothing the matter with the
Id mill, then" he beloved, ''and it's as
pleasant for you to come as it is for us to
rave we land know IRE look forard to it
IS our treat) why, IN the name of patience
nd the patriarch Job, should you 90 off
b Jericho:"
''NearIy all the people we know here
10 abroad somewhere" insinuated Mrs.
ktanhope- Brown
More fools they, Mary" rejoined the
Etout miller. "Your sister and | are
Lpldcr than you and your husband, and we
never wanted to leave what's the best
country out, with all its faults. Did we,
Bess?"
az never did; ] can't answer for you,"
replied the buxOm Bessy. perhaps it's
THAT very desire of getting away from
Nome which is wearing you down So"
At this sally, the jolly miller, who
veighed some two-and-twenty stone,
linked and chuckled approvingly for
|full minute, during which Mrs. Stan
hope Brown had thought of something to
|fsy.