Connecticut western news., 1873-11-28

say to that, sir 7"
 G It only seems to me that you have burned your boats, as the saying i3, and that you are determined to give the system it's fullest trial. Such faith ought to move mo untains."
 "There are always skeptics in every ago." said MT. Blowman, with spirit. "This is an age of skepticism.'
 "Not an age for putting all your eggs in one basket"
 On this we all set on this stuck-up Briton, and as Mir. Blowman said, hap oily, "couponed him with 0 will" I must, however, think he was tolerably good humored under our roasting.
 "Perhaps I am old-fashioned, he said, :.'but, at all events, you cannot blame me for waiting. I ought to tell you that Curebath is full to overhow1ng now"
 "We are independent, sir," said MT. Blowman, ''and are provided for."
 The day passed over. Gradually our spirits began to flag little, for we were growing tired. Papa and mamma both showed signs of weariness, and, I must say, pettishness mamma wishing that ''she was back at St. Grundy's.' '' Towards ten o'clock, we began to draw near to Curebath. The starched Briton was asleep. At last there we were and the exiles of St. Grundy's, as MT. Blowman amusingly called our party, found themselves set down in Cure bath.
 It was very bewildering-th strange town-the lights-the foreign language the odd people; and own, for the first time, I felt my heart sink little, and wished myself, as mamma did, again in St. Grundy's. MT. Blowman, who had been appointed-rather he had appointed himself--director-i n-chief and coupon-holdero of theparty seemed to exhibit signs of despondency, and was quite helpless and bewildered. A number of German porters were clam bring noisily round him, suppose de- manding payment for the luggage. He was quite cowed, and came to us to the cab door.
 "Give me some money for these fel- lows," he said. "I haven't halfpenny left, not as much as could jingle on Q tombstone"
 This poor jest he delivered with a ghastly smile.
 "You know I have none, MT. Bow man," answered, somewhat tartly. "You should have kept some for this occasion"
 "How could p" he answered, as tartly. What am to do with them ?"
 Papa, in an agitated way, said:
 Offer them the coupons-they are received everywhere, you know"
 Stuff and nonsense" he answered, roughly. "They wouldn't take lem j; know nothing about 'em. What are we to do ?"
 It was embarrassing, and all his fault. Still it was the only thing to be done. They might accept them. So he drew out " breakfast with meat" coupon, and rendered it. It was rece1ved with a chatter and howl. Mamma sugges- ted, what oddly enough proved to be the only sensible course, that we should bid them accompany us to the hotel, where the host would satisfy them. This was explained to them by signs, and seemed to be cordially accepted with many "ja ia P and MT. Blow man assured them, in the same lan- guage, that at the Golden Stork they should be handsomely remunerated. Strange to say, this was received with a chorus of rude laughter, and roar of "Nein nein l" It was growing intol. erable. In a moment of rage, and seeing l that Blowman was of no more use than an old woman would be, I bade the coachman drive on quickly, which he did, with loud crack of his whip.
 I felt that we were attended behind by our prosecutors, but it was release. Inside in the dark interior, Mir. Blow man and I fairly quarreled. I said he ought not to have taken upon himself the direction of the party, if he felt that he could not be equal to such 8 little difficulty as that. He said that, if I hadn't interfered, all would have gone well. It was not pleasant drive. We were now passing through dark streets :; every one seemed to be in bed. I wish ed again that I was back in my own snug one at St. Grundy's.
 We had stopped in long, dark street, before gloomy arch, with closed gates like prison. There was a gold stork over the door.
 "Here we are," said and MT. Blow man, uttering an undeniable truism at the same moment.
 The coachman got down and voiced some unintelligible sounds.
 "Tell him to ring the bell," I said. MT. Blowman pointed to that mode of attracting attention, uttering vehe- mently the words, "Bell, bell T"
 He did not, or would not, understand.
 "Ring it yourself" said, inpatient ly.
 He was becoming more and more stupid every instant, but he got out, and did so. The man stamped inn patiently, and poured out volley of gutturals. At the same time the porter prosecutors arrived, and, crowding around the window, gesticulated violent ly at the large gate, as if they were threatening the golden stork.
 "They are touts for the other hotels, :" said Mir. Bowman, in his stupid way, "and infuriated that we did not go with them. What are we to do now?"
 Ring again, of course," I said, thoroughly disgusted with him. Catch me take an underground bass abroad again. Of all the spectacles of efete stupidity He tried to ring the bell, but they interposed, and gesticu- lated more furiously still. They would not allow him to touch it even. It was growing serious. My mamma began to cry. Suddenly gentleman pushed through the crowd. I stood at the win dow. With what joy recognized him as our travelling companion, the starched Briton
 "I saw you were in some difficulty, !" he said, "so followed. Can I assist you? ?"
 "Oh do, kind sir" said, in despair. "Get rid of these wretches."
 He spoke to them in German, and a dozen voices, including that of the cab- man, answered him. The wretches used their arms to point excitedly at the walls and gate, the coachman fol- lowed suit with his whip.
 e. It seems," he says, "that the pro- prietor of this hotel died last week, and it has been shut up. His heirs are not carrying on the business. It is going to be pulled down. and re-opened as