Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-07-04
Miscellany.
BAR ONE.

BAR ONE.
IT was within few days of June. The
most sanguine barbarians had finally
abandoned all hope of any more skating.
The east wind had been put under arrest
The Queen of the May was rapidly
recovering from her Inflammation of the
lungs; and the blessed sun had at last torn
himself away from his favorite haunts
amongst the blameless Ethiopians.
Moreover, it was the last Wednesday in
May; and thereby hangsa 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 lovely day and
along the dusty highway, in the direction
OF the pleasant village of Sutton, toiled
even at this early hour quite noticeable
number OF people on foot, and IN 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 aborigl-
nal nucleus of the Claphamite population
Here and there, on both sides of the road,
are cottages which, though they have no
double e-coach-house, are yet cottages of
gentility; 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 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 pret-
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 certain commercial
establishment that is, he had sat in a
private room all by himself, and issued
orders and received communications, pre-
ceded by. whistle like that of railway
engine, in hollow and sepulchral voice,
by means OF gutta-percha tube, and had
drawn the firms EXTREMIST salary of three
hundred a 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
sequiousness of his subordinates partly
from 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
1ty, 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~hls 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 acuuaint-
ances. A hyphen, one would think, can't
do any harm and it is common mis-
take to confound post hoe with pavpter hoe
However, itisquite certain that what had
contented the late Mr.. G.. S. Brown and
his wife, failed to content the aew-blown
Mr.. and Mrs. Stanhope e-Brown. So much
was evident from the conversation which
was going on 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.
"Gan'ta you manage it ANYHOW,
George?" asked a jolly-looking man with
the stamp OF the country on every streak
of his ruddy face
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-l looking woman, young.
er and more lady-like than the former
speaker, ~ but in other respects that
speakers dodble. sffg.e1 y
"Oh, do come; that's dear old dadp
cried handsome little boy, ten years
oldgyellow of hair, blue of eye, and pink
of cheek. ezYsszg g~fs, - s -.
pettishly exclaimed the person addressed
"You know I'm a nigger-slave. The
partners can go, and the junior clerks can
go-or at least some of 'em; but the
manager must be at his desk. every day
of every month. !"
."Bars one, George" said theruddy man
with grin. @
ssAh!I do get a months holiday,
admit" 1ejoined the other, petulantly
"and, ,nhe added, moreeheerfully, ssthank.
to you, I-enjoy it. ~
"Bother the thanksp' said the ruddy
man, blunty: ssyou're always welcome al
the old mill. But we sha'n't see you thi
autumn, Bessy tells me; you're off tt
Jericho, or somewhere, like the fashion
able follss.''' --
''That depends" said Mr.. George Stan
hope-Brown, with dignity.
''The old mills not good enough fol
you, | suppose, George" remarked the
ruddy man, in frank, hearty tone; and
the nuxom woman, who was his wife,
laughed good humoredly.
Mr.. sStanhope- Brown and the somewhat
delicate-looking woman who was his
wife, and the handsome boy, who was
their sole offspring, all protested together
Don't talk rubbish, James," said Mr.
Stenhope-Brown, with a slight air of con
fusion.
''James, you're very unkind,' exclaim
ed Mrs. Stanhope-Brown, bridling ant
looking hurt.
''Stainesford Mills the jolliest place il
the world, Uncle James," roared tn
youngster, Justify.
The miller looked pleased, but puzzled
eff there's nothing the matter with tn
old mill, then," he beloved, "and it's a
pleasant for you to come as it is for us t.
have ye land know aoe look forard to i
as our treat), why, IN the name of patienc
and the patriarch Job, should you go OF
to Jericho?"
"Nearly all the people we know her
60 abroad somewhere" insinuated Mrs
Stanhope-Brown.
More fools they, Mary" rejoined tn
stout miller. 'sYour sister and I ar
older than you and your husband, and W
never wanted to leave what's the bes
country out, with all its faults. Did we
Bess?''
~ never did; can't answer for goat,
replied the buxom Bessy. "Perhaps it
that very desire of getting away fror
home which is wearing you down so''
At this sally, the jolly miller, VIII
weighed some two-and-twenty stone
Minked and chuckled approvingly fc