Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1873-04-26

moustache and whiskers, ma'amT he says
I've got 'em in this box
".Drat my beogrspher, SIR says, Che
has given me no region to wish to know
any hing about him.
"sOh, Missis Camp, ask your parden'-
never see such polite man, Mrs. Harris.
sP'rap's,' he says, 'ifyou're not of the party,
you don't know who it was that assisted
you into the carrisgei'
@.No, SIR says, 4 don't indeed sWhy,
ma'am,' he says, q whisperin', that YVES
George, ma'am.'
"'What George, sir? I don't know
George says /.
"srhe great George, ma'am,' says he,
The Crookshanks.'
elf you'll believe me, Mrs. Harris, l
turns my head, and sees the very man maxi
ing picture of me on bis thumb nail, a.
the windowl while another of 'em-a tall,
slim, melancholy gent, with dark hair and a
bage vice-looks over his shoulder, with bis
head o. one side as If be understood the
subject and coolly says, I've drawned her
several times-in Punch be says too. The
owdacious wretch!
"'Which / never touches, Mr.. Wilson,
remarks out loud-I couldn't have helped
Ii, Mrs. Harris, IL you had took my life for
it (which never touches, Mr.. Wilson, on
account Of the lemon'
"'Hushp says Mr.. Wilson. There he
isr
81 only see fat gentleman with curly
black hair and merry face, q standing on
the platform, rubbing his two hands over
one another, as if he was washing Of 'em,
and shaking bis head and shoulders very
much; and was wondering what Mr.. Will
son meant when he says: "There's Doug
ladge, Mrs. Camp" says he. "There' SHIN
as wrote the life of Mrs. Caudle!n
"Mrs. Harris, when see that little will
lain bodily before me, it gives me such q
turn that was all In tremble, 1t hadn't
lost my umbreller in the cab, must have
done him an injury with it. Oh, the bra
gain little traitor! right among the ladies,
Mrs. Harris; looking his wickedest and de-
ceitfulest eyes, while he was talking to 'em;
laughing at his own jokes as loud as you
please, holding bis hat in one hand
to cool hisself, and tossing back bis IRON
gray mop of head of hair with the other,
as if it was so much shaving-there, Mrs.
Harris, see him, getting encouragement
from the pretty delooded creatures, which
never know'd that Mrs. @. as I did, and
being treated with as much confidence as
if he'd never violated none of the domestic
ties, and never showed up nothipgl Oh, the
sggrawation of that Dougladgel Mrs. Har.
ris, if hadn't apologized to Mr.. Wilson,
and put a little bottle to my lips, which was
in my pocket for the journey, and which is
very rare indeed have about me, I could
not have barred the sight of him-thele,
Mrs. Harris! l could notl-I must have
tore him, or have give way and tainted.
"While the bell was ringing, and the lug
gage of the hammertoors in great confusion
all litter'ry indeed-was handled up,
Mr.. Wilson demeens hissef potter than
ever. THAT he says, Mrs. Camp a
printing to officer looking gentleman, that
lady with little basket was a taking care
on sis another of our party. He's author,
too-continivally going up the valley of the
MUSES., Mrs. Camp. There he says, allud-
ing to fine looking, portly gentleman, with
face like aimable full moon, and short,
mild gent, with a pleasant smile, SIS two
more of our artists, Mrs. g., well beknowed
at the Royal Academy, as sure as
stones is stones and eggs is eggs. This
resolute gent he says, "a coming along
here be is apparently going to take the rail-
ways by storm-him with the tight legs,
and his weskit very much buttoned, and
his mouth very much shut, and bis coat
flying open, and bis heels giving it to the
platform, is cricket and beographer, and
our principal tragegiaa.' But who,' says 1,
when the bell had left of, and the train had
begun to move, who, Mr.. Wilson, is the
gent in perspiration that's been tearing up
and down all this time with a great box Of
papers under his arm, talking to every
body very indistinct, and exciting of
himself dreadful 'Why?' Gays Mr..
Wilson, with smile. Because, sir, L says:
'he's being left behind Good Godp cries
Mr.. Wilson, turning pale and putting out
his head, it's your becgraffer-the Mana
ger-and he has got the money, Mrs.
Camp" Hous' ever; some one chucked
him into the train and we went off. At
the first shrek of the whistle, Mrs. Harris,
1 turned white, for had took notice of
some of them dear Creatures as was the
cause of my being in company, and l
know'd the danger that-but Mr.. Wilson
who is married man, puts his hand on
mine, and says, Mrs. Camp, calm yourself;
it's only the ingein."