The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1873-01-25


out at the italian Opera. 1t was very much ap
Plaude3. was that wig, ms'sm, through the eve
ming. 1t had great reception. The audience
| broke out the momen. they see it,
Are you in Mr. Sweedlepipe's line, sir?' ]
Which is that, ma'am ? he .ays-the softe.'
and genteelest vice ever heerd-I do declair
Mrs. Harris
Hair dressn,' says.
Yes, ma'sm,' he replies, 1 have that honor
Do you see this, iua'am 2 he says holding ny
4 never see such trembling says to him
And never did.
All along of Her Majesty's Costume Ball
maam, he says. The excitement did ii. Tvs
hundred and seventy. five ladies Of the first rank
and style had their heads got up on that Ccc,.
sion by this hand, and my t'other one. l was a,
it night and forty hours on my feet, maam with
out rest II was Powder ball, ma'am We
have powder pisce at Liverpool. Have I not
the pleasure, he says, looking at me curious, .oi
addressing Mrs. Camp
Camp am, sir replies, both my name and
natur.'
| Would you like to see your beeogrspher's
moustache aud whiskers, ma'am p he says, I've
got 'em inAhs box
'Drat my beeogrspker, SIR says, he ha.
given me no reason to wish to know anything
about him.
oh, Misses Camp, I ask your pardon,-I
never see such polite man, Mrs. Harris.
P'raps,' be says, If you're lot of the party,
you don't know who it was that assisted you in
| to your carriage.!'
No sir, says, 4 don't, iodeed'
George, ma'am.'
| What George, sir l don't know no George, >
says l.
The great George, ma'an.,' says be. The
| Crookshanks.
If you'll believe me. Mrs Harris, turns
| my head, and secs Sac very man making pie.
| lures OF me on hi. thumb ii, at the winder |!
while another Of 'vm-a tall, slim, melancholy
gent with dark and badge yice-ooks over his
shoulder, with lis head o one side, as if he ua.
derstood the subject and cooily says, Tee draw wed
her several tme---in PNnch,' he says, too. The
ewdaoious wretch
Which / never touches, Mr.. Wilson, re-.
MARKS loud couldn't have helpet it, Mr.. II ar
ris. if you had took my life for it,-which
never touches, Mr.. Wilson, on account of the
lemon"
Hush? says Mr.. Wilson. 'H,re he is
! only sees q tat gentleman with curly black
hair and merry face, d standing on the plat.
form rubbing his two hands over one another as
| If he was washing at EN-, and working his head
| j
dering wot Mr.. Wilson meant wen he says,
There's Douglage, Mrs Comp saws he. There's
him rs wrote tho life Of Mrs. CaudIev
Mrs. Harris when / see that william bodily
before me, 1t give me such turn that was all
III q tremble II | hadn't lost nv uEnbreller il
| the cab, must have uo.e him on iuiury with
| it! Oh the bargain ii lie traitor! right amouL
the ladies, Mrs Fl rri. looking his wicked.
est Of eyes dscsitfullest of eyes while he was ii
talking to EN-; laughing al his own likes Ms
loud "a you please; holding his hat in his hand
to cool himself, End tossing back his iron gray
| OF head OF b ,ir with the Other as If it was SO
much shavings-;bero, Mrs. II iris, I see him,
getting encoursgt ment from those pretty de-
| looded croeters, which never knowed that sweet
saint, Mrs. C., ss did, and being treated with
| ~ much confidence as If he'd never violated
none OF the domestic ties, and never showed up
nothing. Oh the aggrawa,ion Of that Doud lgge .
Mr.. Marris, if / hadn't apologiyed to the Mr.
Wilson, aud put little bottle to my lips which
was in my pocket for the journey, and which is
very rare indeed l have about me- l could not
have beared the sight OF hin-there, Mrs. Har.
ris could not II must have tore him. or
give away and tainted.
| While the boil was ringing, and the lusga. e
! of the hsmmertoors in great contus ion-al II
Utterly indeed-was handled up Mr.. Wilson
deemeess hisself potter than ever. That be
says MRS Camp printing to I'm oficer. locking
gentleman, aud lady with u little basket was
taking care on, is another of GU, party. He's a
author too--coninusliy going up the valley o.
the Muses.. Mrs Camp. There he says, sllud.
ing to tiUe looking, portly gentleman, with a
| face like II amiable full moon. and short mild
gent, with pleasant smile, lis two more OF our
artists. Mrs. g., we'll beknowed at the Roy al
Academy rs sure rs stones is stones and eggs is
eggs. This reso!ute agent he snys :, canine
here ~ l. aperrsnt!y going 70 take the rail way.
by storn-him with the tight legs, aud hi.
wsstkit very much buttoned, and hi. moutl
shut, and his coat flying open, aud his heel,
giving it to the PLATFORM is IA cricket, and be
0lritfei, and our principal trasedian.' 'Bu,
who. says l, when the bell had left off, and the
trim had begun to move, who, Mr.. Wilson, j.
the wild gent IN preparation, that's been tear
ing up and down all this time with u great DO,
OF papers under his arm, talking to every body
very indistinct. and exciting himself dreadful :
'WhyT says Mr.. Wilson with a smile BE
cause, SIR l says, hes being loft behind
Good God ! cried Mr.. Wilson. turning pale ant
putting out his head it's your apher-tt,
Nanager-and he has got the money, Mrs
Camp! However, tome one chucked him o,
the train, and We went off. At the first shocl
u the whistle, Mrs, Harris, l turned white, 70
had took notice Of some of them dear creeter
AZ WAS the cause Of my being in company aud
knowd the danger thut--but Mr. Wilson, whicl
10 married man. puts his hand on mine, ant
says, Mrs. Camp, calm yourself it's only tn
Iagein,'
WIrm the re election of Morton, Cocklin,
and Cameron TO the senate of the Unite
States. it is to be regretted that an exception
should be made in the case Of Nye by hi